<?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-4488015634604300246</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:41:31.707+08:00</updated><category term='We&apos;re painting your trash gold while you sleep.'/><category term='We&apos;re one mistake from being together but let&apos;s not ask why.'/><category term='naruto'/><category term='couldn’t think of a response'/><category term='the presence of a family wrapped up in each other.'/><category term='I can get along with anyone who agrees.'/><category term='I see my reflection as I slowly pass and I long for this mirrorred perspective.'/><category term='I was born to live in the heart of the city.'/><category term='I want to feel as warm as possible.'/><category term='they’re debating on unworthy stuff'/><category term='I can always get by on my charm.'/><category term='everyone can spread the good news'/><category term='Because it has instilled a new passion in your heart—that of vengeance.'/><category term='I&apos;m beginning to find that when I drive myself'/><category term='“So our matching legs are marching clocks.&quot;'/><category term='a monster of course but he’d compare it to living'/><category term='I never want you to feel lost again.'/><category term='It&apos;s a circle; a mean cycle -- I can&apos;t excite you anymore.'/><category term='I hate it when you tell me to relax.'/><category term='At the top of my lungs I&apos;m singing you a song; don&apos;t you leave me alone.'/><category term='I have a spiritual side to me that&apos;s hard to deny.'/><category term='Confronting the harsh truths of life chill me to the bone.'/><category term='Nor could I ever own what&apos;s mine when you&apos;re always taking sides but you won&apos;t take away my pride.'/><category term='Is there ever an answer for when love is not enough?'/><category term='Design is thinking made visual.'/><category term='I&apos;m asking you very nicely not to leave.'/><category term='Hold me secure in flight'/><category term='Well'/><category term='Awesome huh. =D'/><category term='She never know how everything could turn around.'/><category term='I have a lot to see and a lot to do.'/><category term='So tonight -- I&apos;m going to find a way to make it without you.'/><category term='You&apos;re doing everything right -- I love you; you complete me.'/><category term='Don&apos;t care which wins as long as the room keeps singing.'/><category term='My love life varies from month to month.'/><category term='See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.'/><category term='mean'/><category term='It is your own life'/><category term='but it never disappears'/><category term='It can creep up inside you and consume you.'/><category term='it&apos;s all for you.'/><category term='And I promised myself that I’d do anything at all for them to notice me.'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='thoughts rather than their words'/><category term='I know I don’t deserve you but thank God - I found you.'/><category term='Don&apos;t forget to check the obvious; we are so serious so I guess it all comes down to how curious you can be.'/><category term='than he gave her credit for of course duh'/><category term='I can&apos;t sleep'/><category term='I just can&apos;t see how I will ever get there.'/><category term='you fell so hard.'/><category term='Better motivated by fear than by monetary gain.'/><category term='It is done neither for critical acclaim or financial rewards.'/><category term='The only thing you knew was true has just walked out of your life.'/><category term='1 out of 6 people are chronically hungry now.'/><category term='certainly'/><category term='They&apos;ll keep us apart and they won&apos;t to stop breaking us down.'/><category term='You were right. I don&apos;t know if life is greater than death. But love was more than either.'/><category term='You look like I did. You resist me just like this.'/><category term='Here - I&apos;m alive. I&apos;m everything all of the time.'/><category term='And you over think; always speak crypticly.'/><category term='I can&apos;t say how I feel.'/><category term='what if there were not super heroes'/><category term='he hears voices in his mind and she&apos;s worried'/><category term='I heart you. Why didn&apos;t you notice? So kill me with love.'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Shoot an apple off my head and a trouble that can&apos;t be named.'/><category term='Halos fail to glisten; you try to make a difference but no one wants to listen.'/><category term='Nothing can touch me but why do I feel this party&apos;s over.'/><category term='we were honest about what we were.'/><category term='The word itself says I&apos;m possible.'/><category term='I’m the shattered youth and no one could believe it.'/><category term='How come we don’t say I love you enough.'/><category term='Resist the urge to smash pumpkins and toilet paper houses.'/><category term='Well give me a sign; tell me how you wanna roll.'/><category term='They&apos;ll turn into the hundred things I love the most.'/><category term='maybe jake should think about getting a life'/><category term='By now you should&apos;ve somehow realized what you gotta do.'/><category term='We grow sometimes in one dimension and not in another.'/><category term='Tokio Hotel'/><category term='I&apos;ve always been able to have fun.'/><category term='You can&apos;t down it with your eyes so we don&apos;t need them.'/><category term='Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit.'/><category term='I can&apos;t resist a sale and I own a lot of things.'/><category term='I know this feelings heaven sent and I am so confident.'/><category term='I bring a lot of positive energy to a group.'/><category term='I take every event in stride.'/><category term='ay'/><category term='no offense.'/><category term='And youre cashing them all in. Where do we begin?'/><category term='volleyball'/><category term='I am a naturally generous person.'/><category term='You are all crack operatives in a top secret organization of highly trained kids.'/><category term='Bloody brilliant.'/><category term='I&apos;ll always share because when the sun shines'/><category term='I&apos;m not a child but my heart still can dream.'/><category term='he tells her they take what they do very seriously'/><category term='every thing is dangerous within a ten - mile radius'/><category term='he tells her that he is dangerous and that she has to'/><category term='We had an extension which is totally not worth attending.'/><category term='I am a hardworking and happy person during the holidays.'/><category term='Eh. I kind of don&apos;t know what the lyrics to Teenage Dream is so sorry.'/><category term='survey'/><category term='And we&apos;ll do anything when the time&apos;s right.'/><category term='Those are the men&apos;s shirts. I might post the girl&apos;s shirts if I don&apos;t have anything else to post tomorrow.'/><category term='I&apos;d like to say beautiful things but I don&apos;t know how.'/><category term='All the cool Neopets are wearing potato sacks these days.'/><category term='You’re a nice guy with the wrong attitude.'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Become the person you want to be.'/><category term='tsunami'/><category term='These are the nights that define what were made of.'/><category term='Almost every subject is interesting to me.'/><category term='trees right luna spam one pinoy'/><category term='We&apos;ll finally be alone. Just take me home with you tonight - just you and I.'/><category term='Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring.'/><category term='it’s harder than it should be — keeping track of her.'/><category term='I don&apos;t know how we ended up here.'/><category term='Try to freshen things up a bit.'/><category term='&apos;Cause everything is never as it seems.'/><category term='..And no one will lend me a fucking map.'/><category term='but it was necessary'/><category term='we all have gotten a bit of a temper'/><category term='Showing me a better way and all that my love can bring.'/><category term='No pain inside'/><category term='You’re the one they adore who they came to see.'/><category term='You’re not going to listen to a thing they say to you and you’ll perform your exit for the masses.'/><category term='music'/><category term='Back to your door and how I cried and tried to make you stay.'/><category term='&apos;Cause you love and you bleed and you stole my soul to set me free.'/><category term='I&apos;m glad to say that we met but I&apos;m sad to say that the circumstances weren&apos;t on our side.'/><category term='I can see beauty where others see ugliness.'/><category term='While I stand up in the background and check up on it.'/><category term='I&apos;m writing you those letters that I promised.'/><category term='If the world is ending - I&apos;m throwing the party.'/><category term='mission'/><category term='letting chips fall wherever they want'/><category term='she felt silly asking them'/><category term='The only way to make life less boring&apos;s to start living it so I&apos;ve to let go of my hang ups.'/><category term='And catch the last weekend of the last week.'/><category term='Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives.'/><category term='And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.'/><category term='if he hadn’t smelled her through his memories'/><category term='Art is just a four letter word.'/><category term='Just trying to find my way back home.'/><category term='My bad habits may be fun but they eat years off my life.'/><category term='I am always thinking about what I can do for others.'/><category term='I&apos;ll just answer with &quot;I love you&quot; instead of &quot;hello&quot; next time.'/><category term='I&apos;m going to set you free because I don&apos;t deserve you.'/><category term='Cause there was so much that your heart just couldn&apos;t see.'/><category term='I would recommend that you live with no regrets and even if it seems like the world is crashing on you.'/><category term='I can&apos;t figure it out there&apos;s something about him'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='and you will sleep until May'/><category term='Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there after the rain?'/><category term='I can&apos;t explain and I won&apos;t even try.'/><category term='I am a girl after all so yeah.'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='since when was it healthy to ditch'/><category term='I love each and every holiday activity.'/><category term='New things and thinks about them.'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Into the rush now; you don&apos;t have to know how.'/><category term='I want to make you feel the way I feel when I look at you.'/><category term='Laugh as much as you choose but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.'/><category term='This is what distinguishes you from a cow.'/><category term='I guess when you have one too many makes it hard'/><category term='I admit I&apos;m still watching the days go by.'/><category term='I know we&apos;ve been through hard times and the struggles'/><category term='Been here before a few times and I&apos;m quite aware we&apos;re dying.'/><category term='There&apos;s trouble right beneath you.'/><category term='I pretty much wipe out everything in site.'/><category term='Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.'/><category term='He gave that someone life but he&apos;s wasting it'/><category term='i love you because you took the time to read this.'/><category term='My castles are falling but I can&apos;t look into the street without everything changing.'/><category term='so many unnecessary laws you create for yourself'/><category term='Forget about the reasons why you can&apos;t in life.'/><category term='the truce is over'/><category term='the sun is shining in my heart.'/><category term='The sky resembles a back lit canopy with holes punched in it.'/><category term='When I say goodnight boy; I really mean I love you.'/><category term='We had said I&apos;ll waste it all when I&apos;ll be down with it.'/><category term='I got the that rock and roll - that future flow.'/><category term='This is my family. I found it all on my own.'/><category term='Everything is going to be alright.'/><category term='concert'/><category term='The time you enjoy wasting is not waste time.'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='Tonight we&apos;ll touch and they won&apos;t know I know you.'/><category term='We all know there&apos;s always something tearing you apart.'/><category term='Tatlong oras na akong nagpapacute sa iyo.'/><category term='I find the paranormal to be useful in understanding the world.'/><category term='She said composure got the best of me while I lie face down on the ground.'/><category term='nothing much is the least bit interesting.'/><category term='review'/><category term='Don&apos;t ever talk to me like you think you know me.'/><category term='Because I have no idea what else to post here.'/><category term='I hear in my mind all this music and it breaks my heart.'/><category term='story'/><category term='Whatever it takes'/><category term='Eventually it&apos;ll break your heart.'/><category term='breathe'/><category term='once they have gotten to hear their mind before'/><category term='Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.'/><category term='I&apos;d hear you call my name if I could wish one thing.'/><category term='Don&apos;t let your mind stop you from having a good time.'/><category term='brother'/><category term='Cause I fear I might break and I fear I can&apos;t take it.'/><category term='he was concerned that he might have to avenge'/><category term='Anyone is welcome into my circle of friends.'/><category term='I just can&apos;t get enough of you but I&apos;m in a rush -- I got to fly away. Plane&apos;s waiting up for me right at gate twenty-three.'/><category term='Sometimes I think. Sometimes I don&apos;t.'/><category term='Good things come to those who smile.'/><category term='I&apos;m content to take things at the pace of someone else.'/><category term='you&apos;re like protection.'/><category term='Dream of ways to throw it all away.'/><category term='I just watched her make the same mistakes again.'/><category term='Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea.'/><category term='But our footprints wash away from the docks downtown.'/><category term='By the fire we break the quiet. Learn to wear each other well.'/><category term='I am strong willed and very stubborn.'/><category term='trust him it&apos;s better not to be friends'/><category term='it helps a little if he thinks of them as people'/><category term='The stage has been set and we&apos;re in demand.'/><category term='In fact - I tend to overwhelm people with my affection sometimes.'/><category term='now your eyes are the only thing that can save me.'/><category term='They&apos;ll quarantine this street but color me impressed.'/><category term='So let&apos;s go to the back of the room for one final dance.'/><category term='Complete lunacy'/><category term='Even when it&apos;s raining out'/><category term='I am always alone even in a room full of people.'/><category term='I would see the world and make my mark on it.'/><category term='My soul is crying without asking why.'/><category term='haven’t you?'/><category term='Hold her tight and never let her go or else.'/><category term='Everything you do makes me fall in love with you all over again.'/><category term='I&apos;m so sick of your love songs - so sad and slow.'/><category term='I&apos;m supposed to leave this blank too but yeah whatever.'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Break off his wings and gouge out his eyes.'/><category term='Life is hard so I try to be easy on people.'/><category term='You got one foot out the door and choking on the other.'/><category term='mayday parade&apos;s black cat sounds cool really.'/><category term='Rivers turn to roads and lovers become trends.'/><category term='she&apos;s joining your crappy little renegade pack'/><category term='I like to fix things up and make them just a little bit better.'/><category term='Juniors'/><category term='It was long ago and far away'/><category term='and every one is worried that they are the freak'/><category term='My sorry eyes can see the way you fight shy of almost everything.'/><category term='Most of the advice that my dad gave me was crap.'/><category term='Dancing is optional but highly recommended.'/><category term='I was searching for lyrics and quotes to put here and up there but nothing seemed alright anymore.'/><category term='Questioning is part of the journey.'/><category term='It freaks me out to have too many restrictions or limits.'/><category term='throw your hands in the ayer'/><category term='You get what you give so give good.'/><category term='But The Jury Doesn&apos;t&quot;.'/><category term='The world will be fine without me even if I drop out for a day.'/><category term='It&apos;s one of the best and worst things that could possibly happen to you.'/><category term='class'/><category term='most of the time he tunes it all'/><category term='Another little star ignites out where you are.'/><category term='I just go with what I am feeling - no matter where it leads me.'/><category term='For you and me and no one else that don&apos;t include your crazy friends.'/><category term='Don&apos;t waste your whole life trying to get back what was taken.'/><category term='I feel like I don’t really understand your relationship.'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?'/><category term='I may be surprised to learn what other people have to say.'/><category term='You scream for my attention and I&apos;m dreaming out loud.'/><category term='A melancholy town where we never smile and all I wanna hear is the message beep.'/><category term='I will no longer keep this within me.'/><category term='We are the people we&apos;ve been waiting for.'/><category term='Don’t be mad once you see that he want it.'/><category term='Just waiting &apos;til you choose to go there.'/><category term='I demand more from a brownie than it just being a brownie.'/><category term='I guess it&apos;s really over.'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='Because I&apos;m desparate for a good grade like everybody else.'/><category term='to spend as you choose.'/><category term='party'/><category term='Do it again or maybe kill ourselves but live again.'/><category term='Call it quits but you&apos;re just so freaking full of it.'/><category term='I question authority figures and the status quo.'/><category term='clarification on make believe'/><category term='The frat boys in the club are lame.'/><category term='I&apos;m not just looking for a whirlwind trip or an expensive gift.'/><category term='off to bury it in the woods'/><category term='I just need some time to think and I just need some time to breathe.'/><category term='Better off as lovers and not the other way around.'/><category term='You have left this world and disappointed everyone that I love.'/><category term='I am always classic and sophisticated.'/><category term='Baby &apos;cause in the dark you can&apos;t see shiny cars.'/><category term='The only reason why I&apos;m so cheerful is because I&apos;m in love with you'/><category term='Life has gotten a bit dull for me lately and I am looking to indulge all of my five sense.'/><category term='All of the people start to rush'/><category term='history'/><category term='Sing us a song and we&apos;ll sing it back to you.'/><category term='Don&apos;t drop your arms. I&apos;ll guard your heart.'/><category term='Any suggestions for a long label for this fugly post?'/><category term='owing a survivor by lifting a vehicle'/><category term='anime'/><category term='I know.'/><category term='Snow makes everything a little more magical.'/><category term='spoilers'/><category term='he was distracted all weekend'/><category term='Staring blankly ahead'/><category term='trusting him that she&apos;s really all right'/><category term='I just haven&apos;t decided if they&apos;re positive or negative yet.'/><category term='If any of them bite a human'/><category term='Everything I ask for and so much more.'/><category term='Hey'/><category term='Say what you wanna say - it never matters anyway.'/><category term='All work and no play makes someone an anti-social person.'/><category term='We are unable to continue our broadcast of dance music.'/><category term='&apos;Cause every one knows who you are.'/><category term='He looks at you like… like you’re something to eat.'/><category term='One move can make you believe like there&apos;s something more.'/><category term='Google doesn&apos;t have all the answers.'/><category term='I live a quiet'/><category term='I&apos;m primarily concerned with what is actual and I tend to be a practical person.'/><category term='through theirs'/><category term='phones'/><category term='Wish you never looked at me that way.'/><category term='&quot;The Man Hangs'/><category term='And I dream your dream for you and now your dream is real.'/><category term='Life could be worse but it could sure be a lot better.'/><category term='books'/><category term='let’s you and i not push the poor boy any further'/><category term='death'/><category term='I think there&apos;s nothing hotter than a vampire falling for me.'/><category term='Things are always different than the way that they seem.'/><category term='fonts'/><category term='So that you&apos;d bring me up in conversations forever whenever.'/><category term='I am able to take in a lot of information at once.'/><category term='boys'/><category term='I&apos;ll make your darkest days so bright.'/><category term='From Sarah. We have some same songs &apos;cause I listened to some of her answers. xD'/><category term='I truly embrace life without fears or worries.'/><category term='And I can&apos;t help but get lost in a fault like this.'/><category term='Perhaps it&apos;s time for a big change in my life.'/><category term='not that they did really not want to be'/><category term='And if I&apos;d killed your grandfather I&apos;d have finished you off already.'/><category term='Just because you don&apos;t get it doesn&apos;t mean it&apos;s stupid; it means that you are.'/><category term='we&apos;ll shine.'/><category term='You say that the past is the past; you need one chance.'/><category term='the more familiar the voice of some one is'/><category term='was not ready to let him be'/><category term='And every bone I break'/><category term='But he also said it&apos;s harder if you&apos;re stupid.'/><category term='Just keep coming around. What do you want from me?'/><category term='I look to the future and don&apos;t hold on to the past.'/><category term='It&apos;s not like it&apos;s that illegal or some shit. Have fun.'/><category term='Why does she give a damn about me?'/><category term='I wanna watch the way you take the stage by storm.'/><category term='The ones that entertain'/><category term='ayer.'/><category term='work'/><category term='when the son of perdition is commander in chief.'/><category term='the truce is over.'/><category term='past'/><category term='Nothing short of obsession will do for me.'/><category term='probably a simple hopeless romantic playing it cool.'/><category term='Because it&apos;s definitely only you who can truly define it.'/><category term='The walls running down your face razor sharp'/><category term='At least when we ruled'/><category term='I can&apos;t give you a reason. I feel so broken up and I give up.'/><category term='I don&apos;t respond well to toxic elements.'/><category term='I’m addicted to the the thrill. It’s a dangerous love affair.'/><category term='..minus one day so I never have to live without you.'/><category term='resources are the business of everyone'/><category term='Spill our hearts out and get down.'/><category term='hate'/><category term='You&apos;re always falling in disguise and always quick to compromise.'/><category term='start to rush.'/><category term='who would not be angry at a stealer'/><category term='and the ones that observe'/><category term='I&apos;m slowly getting closure'/><category term='I don&apos;t do a lot to stay healthy - I just live a pretty natural lifestyle.'/><category term='You&apos;re not even worth my black ink revenge.'/><category term='Not gonna ever own what&apos;s mine when you&apos;re always taking sides.'/><category term='Being kind to others is what makes me feel good.'/><category term='I try to live my life with honesty and affection.'/><category term='It&apos;s as if you know me better than I ever knew myself. I love how you can tell.'/><category term='I love you like I fucking adore potatoes.'/><category term='You don’t want to be rash about permanent things.'/><category term='I&apos;ve got a feeling that you would sing it back to me.'/><category term='I wasn&apos;t that little girl you used to see.'/><category term='People find my &quot;middle of the road&quot; ways comforting.'/><category term='We were always meant to say goodbye even with our fists held high.'/><category term='I have learned that it&apos;s important to put on a brave face in life even if I&apos;m not feeling so brave.'/><category term='Because love will never be overrated.'/><category term='But I dream things that never were and I say why not.'/><category term='love'/><category term='scared for a minute'/><category term='I am able to look into the future and plan accordingly.'/><category term='Because these words were never easier for me to say.'/><category term='I need a fabric that&apos;s durable and hearty.'/><category term='Insert labels here. (Smile.)'/><category term='I&apos;d be friendly to my fans and be as accessible as possible.'/><category term='And every one accused him of dazzling people'/><category term='I&apos;m the type of person who&apos;s a trend setter and an innovator. I am creative yet down to earth.'/><category term='But it&apos;s time to face the truth; I will never be with you.'/><category term='I had to find you; tell you I need you. Tell you I set you apart.'/><category term='can’t find a wall to pin this to'/><category term='It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real.'/><category term='support'/><category term='Bold the things that you remember.'/><category term='I would never be found dressing up as the latest celebrity.'/><category term='tired of trying to stay away from him'/><category term='that is not a broad enough classification'/><category term='lie is the best part of believe'/><category term='accidentally answering someone'/><category term='You just haven&apos;t thought of it yet.'/><category term='or is she still stealing from comic books'/><category term='tag'/><category term='I think about how it might have been.'/><category term='was expected'/><category term='maybe you are real frightened of those people now'/><category term='All was golden in the sky when the moon fell in love with the sun.'/><category term='My physical needs like food and sleep need to be taken care of to be happy and fulfilled.'/><category term='The one who flirts and does a little more but who&apos;s to say?'/><category term='I am quite susceptible to negative energy.'/><category term='idol'/><category term='This sucks like crazy as hell. Ugh.'/><category term='Got this from Sarah - thought it&apos;d be fun.'/><category term='To start and after he&apos;s been hooked I&apos;ll play the one that&apos;s on his heart.'/><category term='I feel the most alive when I am with the people I love.'/><category term='Fold em&apos; let em&apos; hit me raise it baby stay with me.'/><category term='I will not break the way you did'/><category term='Love me like I need to be loved.'/><category term='if any of them bites a human'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='And I know that a little vanilla makes chocolate taste better.'/><category term='won&apos;t walk out until you know'/><category term='Just try and nibble on my biscuits and my rainbow cake.'/><category term='Physicist: love is the force of attraction between two hearts'/><category term='but a wholly other thing for her to be so involved'/><category term='I breathe easy.'/><category term='I can laugh during the best and worst of times.'/><category term='and miss you &apos;cause I seriously do. (Insert tears here.)'/><category term='So live your life.'/><category term='I&apos;m happy just to be a part of the fun.'/><category term='I&apos;m ready for anything that comes my way.'/><category term='math'/><category term='Absence makes the heart grow fonder. - William Shakespeare'/><category term='You had me in the palm of your hand.'/><category term='Some say to survive it: you need to be as mad as a hatter.'/><category term='I am open minded and optimistic about the future.'/><category term='I just want you to know who I am.'/><category term='My life is an open book to those I know but not to strangers.'/><category term='You and me together through the days and nights.'/><category term='I&apos;m a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate.'/><category term='People find me to be spirited also. I&apos;m a bit saucy too delightfully so.'/><category term='You can always use asterisks when you run out of stars.'/><category term='just making my way through the crowd.'/><category term='Everything’s so much more fun with you around.'/><category term='Someday -- this will all make sense.'/><category term='I am blind to social class and background.'/><category term='asking if he dazzles her like it&apos;s not that obvious'/><category term='A better life - it shouldn&apos;t lose sense of you.'/><category term='I&apos;ve never been but it&apos;s where I want to be'/><category term='I’m just trying to understand who I was and who I am.'/><category term='HILARIOUS. EPIC FAIL. whichever works for me just right.'/><category term='Great things can come when great minds get together.'/><category term='We started out friends. It was cool but it was all pretend.'/><category term='always be just so inviting'/><category term='Kiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths.'/><category term='Be careful.'/><category term='and of course nobody wants that including us'/><category term='Why did I say all those things before? I was sure.'/><category term='People sometimes take me the wrong way.'/><category term='Yesterday is a kid in the corner. Yesterday is dead and over.'/><category term='I swear you can go if you want to. I know that you have it within you.'/><category term='It needs no reason at all. Just common sense I guess. Let&apos;s now do our civic duties.'/><category term='Never do it for free if you are good at something.'/><category term='You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.'/><category term='I took a deep breath and let it go.'/><category term='let your waves crash down on me and take me away.'/><category term='Trying hard to make it right not long ago before I won this fight.'/><category term='It&apos;s all about how I handle it.'/><category term='he drinks blood so they’re right to keep distance'/><category term='Take anything we want; take everything in sight.'/><category term='Hope you don’t see me blush but I can’t help but want you more.'/><category term='Try to explain how your touch drives me insane.'/><category term='ex'/><category term='With loaded guns; now hold on to me pretty baby.'/><category term='Just put your music player on shuffle.'/><category term='When it comes to December; it&apos;s obvious why.'/><category term='I prefer the old classics to newfangled traditions. I believe that some of the best things in life have been forgotten. I find the past to be a rich and interesting time.'/><category term='Prettier and younger but not any better off.'/><category term='worrying about her'/><category term='Clouds of sulfur in the air; bombs are falling everywhere.'/><category term='It&apos;s with a water bottle that we&apos;re sure is going to be a one-hit wonder.'/><category term='I make sure I don&apos;t sell myself short while it&apos;s good to be humble.'/><category term='Got you in the zone - blame it on the alcohol.'/><category term='I can&apos;t help but feel like things are going to work out.'/><category term='It just means I have tact and compassion.'/><category term='I talk myself out; I get all worked up then I let myself down.'/><category term='I am happy with myself and the decisions I&apos;ve made.'/><category term='I want to put up a new skin but I&apos;ve got so little time lately.'/><category term='I don&apos;t believe in moderation or holding back.'/><category term='People treat me better when I look better.'/><category term='Say how you feel always. Be you and be okay with it.'/><category term='The night’s always young when you’re careless and free.'/><category term='link'/><category term='sing me to sleep tonight.'/><category term='I&apos;ll be adorable no matter what.'/><category term='But by fall we were a cover story &quot;now in stores&quot;.'/><category term='I could be yours; I could be your girlfriend.'/><category term='I wish we&apos;d all be in the same class next year too. That&apos;d be awesome.'/><category term='My soul mate makes me happier than any person I know.'/><category term='But just one night could not be so wrong.'/><category term='decided as long as he’s going to hell'/><category term='Can&apos;t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so.'/><category term='Tell me if you’re going to do it.'/><category term='contest'/><category term='And we&apos;re throwing stones at a glass moon.'/><category term='People probably consider me to be quite quirky.'/><category term='Cause your act is nothing new and we can see right through it now.'/><category term='A million words wouldn&apos;t bring you back. Trust me'/><category term='What could be wrong with that?'/><category term='I&apos;m trying to find my place but it might not be here.'/><category term='mellow life. It may not be dramatic but it&apos;s very fulfilling.'/><category term='Give me a reason to believe so give me all your poison and give me all your pills.'/><category term='It just wouldn&apos;t feel right for me to focus on presents.'/><category term='I probably don&apos;t even like pumpkin pie.'/><category term='Held up so high on such a breakable thread.'/><category term='not his fault that she is unobservant'/><category term='I believe that negative emotions can ruin my spirit.'/><category term='school'/><category term='I appreciate and enjoy my own company.'/><category term='links'/><category term='The heart wants what the heart wants.'/><category term='If I let you love me - be the one adored.'/><category term='he always says too much with her'/><category term='Think back and talk to me. Did I grow up according to plan?'/><category term='movie'/><category term='everyone sometimes do have problems'/><category term='I have a good sense of aesthetics especially when it comes to shapes and color.'/><category term='people'/><category term='Please come back home.'/><category term='you look stunning if I may be so bold.'/><category term='they’re right to keep their distance from them'/><category term='razor clean.'/><category term='Ever since I was born'/><category term='Go ahead and blame who you wanna blame; it&apos;s not gonna change anything.'/><category term='this won’t be the first time he’d fought to keep his self'/><category term='Mrs. Cullen'/><category term='All of the asperity you have sewn.'/><category term='I know I may be hard to handle.'/><category term='and if every one is not even the least human'/><category term='Carlisle. You have been naughty'/><category term='Another protestor has crossed the line to find the money&apos;s on the other side.'/><category term='You love me for who I am like the stars hold the moon; right there where they belong.'/><category term='name&apos;s toxic bullet.'/><category term='He smiled and I thought my heart would fly out of my chest.'/><category term='Swallow me then spit me out for hating you.'/><category term='So you won&apos;t fall for anyone else.'/><category term='I love feeling free and I don&apos;t do well with rules or restrictions.'/><category term='Because there&apos;s nothing more decent to post.'/><category term='Thought you should know I feel weird without you here.'/><category term='and she is only getting the FM'/><category term='You don&apos;t need to know everything in life.'/><category term='He may be a wizard but Ron would never need a magic wand to win my heart.'/><category term='She lives for the moment.'/><category term='A kiss on someone elses lips and the chain remains.'/><category term='Make sure you catch me from my good side'/><category term='Because you&apos;re an idiot.'/><category term='I&apos;ve spent some time thinking about you today.'/><category term='Eyeliner? Energy drinks and no guitar solos? I&apos;ve taken shits with bigger rock stars than them.'/><category term='My signature latte would be indulgent.'/><category term='I can always make the best of a bad time.'/><category term='Have no idea what to put here.'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='Nobody said I had the right to remain silent.'/><category term='Let&apos;s just say I&apos;m an acquired taste and that&apos;s fine with me.'/><category term='The people must have something good to read on a Sunday'/><category term='I enjoy tinkering with things to see how they work.'/><category term='never gave a damn about me'/><category term='Wishing we could fly high above the sky.'/><category term='They sang'/><category term='you felt so hard.'/><category term='the sun has come to visit you.'/><category term='Brace yourself for love.'/><category term='picture'/><category term='Our love is like a song but you won’t sing along. You’ve forgotten about us.'/><category term='Stop destroying the planet where all my stuff is.'/><category term='internet'/><category term='My soap opera name&apos;s Phoebe Olivia Weber.'/><category term='I&apos;m standing there on a balcony in summer air.'/><category term='layout'/><category term='Tell me where to start and tell me something I don&apos;t know.'/><category term='Here I am and I stand so tall; just the way I&apos;m supposed to be.'/><category term='You can throw me like a lineman - I like it better when it hurts.'/><category term='Gossip Girl here and I have the biggest news ever.'/><category term='Nothing turns me off more quickly than a phony.'/><category term='This eez a rather clever device and et shaves you quite smoothly.'/><category term='Bring the tears from out of your eyes; just leave it up to me.'/><category term='This one isn&apos;t about you either.'/><category term='go sit down and look pale'/><category term='When you&apos;re around and I can feel your high rocking me inside.'/><category term='I&apos;d put you on repeat if you were a song.'/><category term='If you’re feeling that remorseful over boosting the car.'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='I have Korean classmates and they do that a lot'/><category term='I want your drama with the touch of your hand.'/><category term='then they would have been satisfied with him'/><category term='And maybe he won&apos;t find out what I know.'/><category term='Every man dies but not every man truly lives.'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Without her fix she&apos;s so empty; drop the drugs and get with me.'/><category term='Please do not say anything rash or nasty just for the hell of it.'/><category term='I&apos;m free to go on basking in the sun.'/><category term='they&apos;re hearing voices in their minds'/><category term='The headline reads'/><category term='The face I came to know is missing too.'/><category term='food'/><category term='wake up'/><category term='I just proposed to you and you think it&apos;s a joke.'/><category term='he did not want to leave'/><category term='I&apos;m glad I didn&apos;t die before I met you. Oh fuck -- I love you.'/><category term='No one would accuse me of trying too hard.'/><category term='All this hope is making my face ache.'/><category term='And I love you so let&apos;s watch the flowers grow.'/><category term='I bet if I give all my love then nothing&apos;s gonna tear us apart.'/><category term='so they faint at the sight of blood'/><category term='I am harmonious and caring. I truly like other people for who they are.'/><title type='text'>Life's not a joke until you get it.</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts of a seventeen year old girl stuck in an twenty one year old body on everything and anything that comes up, down, and sideways.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>814</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5309684019340176444</id><published>2011-12-13T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:41:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anaray's road on 18th street: December 13, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anaray-at-18.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-13-2011.html?spref=bl"&gt;anaray's road on 18th street: December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;: Tomorrow's going to be the last day of my exams.   Since I absolutely need a grade of at least seventy-five, I had a study session with Jeth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5309684019340176444?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://anaray-at-18.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-13-2011.html?spref=bl' title='anaray&apos;s road on 18th street: December 13, 2011'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5309684019340176444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/12/anarays-road-on-18th-street-december-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5309684019340176444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5309684019340176444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/12/anarays-road-on-18th-street-december-13.html' title='anaray&apos;s road on 18th street: December 13, 2011'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3499050306820268550</id><published>2011-09-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:43:16.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>All's well that ends well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I miss blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have tons of ideas for this blog. However, I just don't seem to have the time to actually update. There are also tons of things happening in my life as of the moment since I'm already a sophomore in college and some kind of a week from our first semester's final examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rest assured that I will find time. In due time. ;)) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3499050306820268550?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://facebook.com/skittlenigma' title='All&apos;s well that ends well.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3499050306820268550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/09/alls-well-that-ends-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3499050306820268550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3499050306820268550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/09/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All&apos;s well that ends well.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3281222613321397632</id><published>2011-05-12T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:36:11.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeks'/><title type='text'>How to Tell the Difference Between Nerds and Geeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The terms "nerd" and "geek" are often used interchangeably, but they are not the same. Both terms can be viewed as either endearing or pejorative, depending on how the term is applied, by whom, and to whom. And there is always passion aplenty involved in the definition and application of either term. This article will help you to tell the difference between nerds and geeks, with ample room for your own subjective interpretation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="Steps"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Steps &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand the terms. While the terms are often used interchangeably by people "less-in-the-know", and for some people who self-apply the labels "geek" or "nerd", there is often an overlap in characteristics,&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-0" title=""&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; and there are some characteristics that can be emphasized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The term "nerd" was apparently coined in 1954, possibly from the Dr Seuss line "A nerkle, a nerd, and a seersucker too!".&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-1" title=""&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; A nerd could be viewed as someone with an extremely intense interest or fascination in an academic field of study (often an obscure field), or similar "cerebral" pursuit. Being a nerd is typically associated with &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Appear-Intelligent" title="Appear Intelligent"&gt;intellect&lt;/a&gt;, as a nerd often enjoys specialising in complicated fields of study. Nerds may also have difficulties socialising with others, as many tend towards being introverted, although it is also said that a nerd cannot be bothered developing &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Improve-Social-Skills" title="Improve Social Skills"&gt;social skills&lt;/a&gt; while busy with other interests.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-2" title=""&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; Nerds often have gained a strong and diverse skill set from their studies and experiences, which may at times be unorthodox or impractical. Nerd interests may cover a broad range of interests, from movies to games (video and table-top), to more practical skills such as computer science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very likely to be a rocket scientist, a renowned yet reclusive professor, a scientist, an intellectual, an inventor, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The term "geek" is often said to have originated from circus performers in sideshows, referring to those who performed bizarre feats.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-3" title=""&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt; However, its earliest meaning is, "one who is regarded as foolish, offensive, worthless, etc."&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-4" title=""&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; Today, the term has taken on a positive slant and a geek could be viewed as someone with an interest or lifestyle having to do with niche activities, especially fandom and technology.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-5" title=""&gt;[6]&lt;/a&gt; It is not uncommon for a geek to be capable of reciting large amounts of knowledge that is unintuitive, intriguing and (at times) long-winded. The knowledge could be anything from the mundane to 'living encyclopedia' status.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-6" title=""&gt;[7]&lt;/a&gt; Geeks tend to have average grades. Geeks can vary in their interests, from fun (&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Appreciate-the-Art-of-Film" title="Appreciate the Art of Film"&gt;films&lt;/a&gt;) and sometimes even frivolous things (collecting plastic figurines), to heavily technological interests (computing, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Hack" title="Hack"&gt;hacking&lt;/a&gt;, and programming). Urban Dictionary goes &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; far as to suggest that society still views computer programming as a "bizarre feat" and the term "geek" is a proud label reflecting this.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-7" title=""&gt;[8]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likely to be a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Gamer" title="Be Gamer"&gt;gamer&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Become-a-Star-Trek-Fan" title="Become a Star Trek Fan"&gt;Star Trek fan&lt;/a&gt;, technologically enthused, a software programmer, a film series/book series buff, a free-spirited (not malevolent) technology hacker, a creator of unusual objects (artist, etc.), etc.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-8" title=""&gt;[9]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Observe the person. What sort of words and phrases do they interject into their dialogue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jargon and obscure referencing&lt;/i&gt;: Nerds are unabashed about using jargon or unfamiliar terminology in their dialogue, whereas geeks will use obscure references abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Details&lt;/i&gt;: Geeks often take interest in the microcosmic details of life, such as noticing that your present situation is much like one from a news article or novel. Nerds will be seemingly uninterested in the details of daily life, being more focused on the macroscopic, such as scientific possibilities and the future of humankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a quick inventory of their prominent possessions, especially ones related to hobbies and other interests. Check for unusual objects, such as a dictionary of an obscure language, or an encyclopedia of &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Choose-a-Parrot" title="Choose a Parrot"&gt;exotic birds&lt;/a&gt;. Nerds may be more willing than geeks to show off hobbies and possessions that flaunt their intellect, whereas geeks may take pride in more obscure and unique subjects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engage the person in conversation. If the person fails to respond in a socially comfortable manner (i.e., they make you nervous, or vice versa), you may be talking to a nerd. If they respond in a comfortable manner but appear a little "dorky", such as speaking and/or acting &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Silly" title="Be Silly"&gt;silly&lt;/a&gt;, you might be talking to a geek. Also, nerds may speak in layman's terms for your benefit because you may not understand the basic concepts of their area of interest. Geeks may speak in detail about their interests, possibly forgetting that the target audience may not have the same level of knowledge in that field as themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jokes&lt;/i&gt;: Geeks usually get them, nerds either don't, or can't be bothered trying.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-9" title=""&gt;[10]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inquire about the person's interests. Hobbies which do not elicit emotion, such as frequent studying of academic works, are good indications of a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Nerd" title="Be a Nerd"&gt;nerd&lt;/a&gt;, while an obsession with the practice of academics (i.e., a passionate college lecturer) would indicate a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Computer-Geek" title="Be a Computer Geek"&gt;geek&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example nerd interests for comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Understand-Classical-Physics" title="Understand Classical Physics"&gt;Physics&lt;/a&gt; (such as quantum mechanics or astronomy), chemistry, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Prepare-for-Biology" title="Prepare for Biology"&gt;biology&lt;/a&gt;, engineering and fuzzy math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Play-Chess" title="Play Chess"&gt;Chess&lt;/a&gt;, and other strategy games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17th century English literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Appreciate-Classical-Music" title="Appreciate Classical Music"&gt;Classical music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;International politics and CSpan stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Become-a-Programmer" title="Become a Programmer"&gt;Computer programming&lt;/a&gt; (overlap interest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example geek interests for comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Specialized forms of activities, such as 'tricking'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "Niche" activities, such as electrical engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Read-a-Novel" title="Read a Novel"&gt;Novels&lt;/a&gt; that have a foundation within a field of study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Noise, techno-music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "Odd" activities, such as creating &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Build-a-Homemade-Rube-Goldberg-Machine" title="Build a Homemade Rube Goldberg Machine"&gt;Rube-Goldberg machines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Computer programming (overlap interest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Check out the partner of the person in question. Matt Blum claims that geeks have no problem falling in love with non-geeks but nerds always &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Fall-in-Love" title="Fall in Love"&gt;fall in love&lt;/a&gt; with other nerds. However, not all geeks/nerds want the attention of a love interest, or simply don't care whether or not they have one.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-10" title=""&gt;[11]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Note that the interests of nerds and geeks often overlap. Most nerds enjoy the more intellectual forms of science fiction and most geeks have a higher knowledge of science or encyclopedic data than the general population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aim to assume nothing and to treat all fellow human beings with equal respect, whatever label they're self-applying or you're tempted to apply. While there are a number of (often geek) commentators arguing that the term "geek" has a more modern, updated and positive connotation than that of "nerd"&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-11" title=""&gt;[12]&lt;/a&gt;, the viewpoint is in the eye (or argument) of the beholder. The best approach to speaking and engaging with any person in your life is to be &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Respectful" title="Be Respectful"&gt;respectful&lt;/a&gt;, considerate and caring before all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that someone who calls themselves a nerd or geek may have different definition or interpretation of the term than you do. There are regional trends, but definitions should be examined on a person-by-person basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some geeks perceive themselves as having transitioned from being a nerd earlier in life to becoming a switched-on geek later in life, almost like an epiphany, or a rite of passage.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-12" title=""&gt;[13]&lt;/a&gt; Whatever the case, most of us have experienced growth at various stages of life, so try not to box anybody in with past expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be aware that 'your' application of either the term "geek" or "nerd" to another person may be viewed as an &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Cope-With-Insults" title="Cope With Insults"&gt;insult&lt;/a&gt;, whereas if said within the group, it may be viewed as positive.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-13" title=""&gt;[14]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="" name="Tips"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tips &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To engage a geek or a nerd in conversation, be prepared to accept that there is something fundamentally interesting about what they obsess about. You may not fully understand why, but just accept that it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nerds may not feel the need to defend attacks against their areas of interest, since they simply don't care so much about others' opinions. Geeks are typically very energetic, and will jump at the chance to discuss a topic they care about, to help convince you about its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The interests of geeks are often ridiculed or put-down by those who do not fully appreciate them. Nerds themselves are often ridiculed or put-down by those who do not fully understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some nerds believe that their interests are of "potential value to humanity as a whole, although humanity doesn't know it yet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geeks are typically able to extrapolate beyond an object's immediate value to foresee future value, although many will merely see a trinket, hoarding, or garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very generally, a nerd might become a scientist or inventor, while a geek might become an engineer, an academic, or a critic (such as of films).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geeks qualify for Mensa; nerds join. (Geeks and nerds both qualify for Mensa, however, nerds—preferring the company of others with similarly high IQ's—are more likely to join Mensa, just as nerds are more likely to pick a fellow nerd for a mate.)&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_note-14" title=""&gt;[15]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nerds and geeks, by their very nature, will never be 'mainstream' or accepted by the general populace. All one can do is attempt to be a little more open-minded, and a little more understanding of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is possible that somebody is either a nerd, or a geek, and doesn't realize it, and therefore doesn't celebrate their status or, identify with it, and may even be struggling to be seen as "mainstream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both geeks and nerds may have traits of Asperger's syndrome, which is soon to disappear as a separate diagnostic category and be incorporated into the high end of autistic-spectrum disorders in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the American Psychiatric Association. Becoming aware of this, if it fits you, can do much to alleviate the constant pain of trying to fit in where you cannot do so, when a greater measure of self-acceptance and capitalizing on your undeniable strengths would be a better strategy for leading a fruitful and happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Warnings &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geeks are well aware of their "geekiness". Many geeks are even proud of being a geek, hence the launching of sites such as ThinkGeek.com, LifeHacker, Gizmodo, and Engadget. Therefore, do not ever challenge a geek's level of 'geekdom' if you wish to converse with them. Likewise, do not question the intellect of a nerd, lest you be shunned from their conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many nerds and geeks are introverted, and some are even asocial. They may even not want to talk to you at all. Be patient when conversing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't assume that geeks and nerds only have one interest. A linguist or artist may also happen to play football or guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nerds and geeks are often clever and witty. Enjoying the SyFy channel or knowing the Constitution in Latin are not grounds for claims of inferiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not assume that nerds and geeks want to be "converted" into "popular" people. Despite common misconception, nerds and geeks do not worship the popular, nor are they frightened by those who are seemingly popular. In fact, there may even be pity for the popular person's shallow lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geeks are generally more open to talk things out with you if they disagree; a nerd will typically shun you if you do not provide a fleshed-out or logical counter-argument. Don't take it personally; simply realize that they're probably very frustrated that other people don't connect with them at the same intellectual level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is possible for someone to be a nerd and a geek, depending on definition. For example, people who like Star Trek may be interested in NASA level quantum physics. A tomato gardener may have a degree in bio-chemical engineering. Many "nerd" and "geek" interests interlace. Often being a geek leads to being a nerd, as people research areas of science and technology appropriate to their interest. Similarly, nerds can become geeks, as expertise leads to interests outside the typically "academic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="" name="Related_wikiHows"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Related wikiHows &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Nerd" title="Be a Nerd"&gt;How to Be a Nerd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Become-a-Geek" title="Become a Geek"&gt;How to Become a Geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Become-Friends-With-the-Nerds" title="Become Friends With the Nerds"&gt;How to Become Friends With the Nerds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Geek-and-Be-Popular" title="Be a Geek and Be Popular"&gt;How to Be a Geek and Be Popular&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Find-a-Gift-for-a-Self-Proclaimed-Nerd-or-Geek" title="Find a Gift for a Self Proclaimed Nerd or Geek"&gt;How to Find a Gift for a Self Proclaimed Nerd or Geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Teach-Yourself-to-Touch-Type" title="Teach Yourself to Touch Type"&gt;How to Teach Yourself to Touch Type&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sources and Citations &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wikipedia, Geek, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geek" rel="nofollow" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geek"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wikipedia, Nerd, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nerd" rel="nofollow" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nerd"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nerd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol class="references"&gt;&lt;li id="_note-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-0" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Great White Snark, Finally: The Difference between Nerd, Dork, and Geek Explained by a Venn Diagram, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.greatwhitesnark.com/2010/03/25/difference-between-nerd-dork-and-geek-explained-in-a-venn-diagram/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+greatwhitesnark/yqzr+%28Great+White+Snark%29" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.greatwhitesnark.com/2010/03/25/difference-between-nerd-dork-and-geek-explained-in-a-venn-diagram/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+greatwhitesnark/yqzr+(Great+White+Snark)"&gt;http://www.greatwhitesnark.com/2010/03/25/difference-between-nerd-dork-and-geek-explained-in-a-venn-diagram/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+greatwhitesnark/yqzr+(Great+White+Snark)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-1" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; What Is?, Nerd, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://whatis.techtarget.com/definition/0,,sid9_gci212630,00.html#" rel="nofollow" title="http://whatis.techtarget.com/definition/0,,sid9_gci212630,00.html#"&gt;http://whatis.techtarget.com/definition/0,,sid9_gci212630,00.html#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-2" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Wolf Gnards, The Definitive Nerd vs. Geek, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek"&gt;http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-3" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; What Is?, Geek, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://searchcio-midmarket.techtarget.com/sDefinition/0,,sid183_gci212179,00.html" rel="nofollow" title="http://searchcio-midmarket.techtarget.com/sDefinition/0,,sid183_gci212179,00.html"&gt;http://searchcio-midmarket.techtarget.com/sDefinition/0,,sid183_gci212179,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-4" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Oxford English Dictionary &lt;a class="external free" href="http://dictionary.oed.com/cgi/entry/00316762" rel="nofollow" title="http://dictionary.oed.com/cgi/entry/00316762"&gt;http://dictionary.oed.com/cgi/entry/00316762&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-5" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Wolf Gnards, The Definitive Nerd vs. Geek, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek"&gt;http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-6"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-6" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Wolf Gnards, The Definitive Nerd vs. Geek, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek"&gt;http://www.wolfgnards.com/index.php/2009/07/01/the-definitive-nerd-vs-geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-7" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Urban Dictionary, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=geek" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=geek"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-8" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Last Geek, Let's End this: Difference between Geek, Nerd, and Dork &lt;a class="external free" href="http://lastgeek.com/lets-end-this-difference-between-geek-nerd-and-dork/" rel="nofollow" title="http://lastgeek.com/lets-end-this-difference-between-geek-nerd-and-dork/"&gt;http://lastgeek.com/lets-end-this-difference-between-geek-nerd-and-dork/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-9"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-9" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Greg Brady, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.csittl.com/old/97list58.html" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.csittl.com/old/97list58.html"&gt;http://www.csittl.com/old/97list58.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-10"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-10" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Geekdad, Great Geek Debates: “Geek” vs. “Nerd”, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/"&gt;http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-11"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-11" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Geek Studies, Geeks vs. Nerds, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.geekstudies.org/2007/06/geeks-vs-nerds" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.geekstudies.org/2007/06/geeks-vs-nerds"&gt;http://www.geekstudies.org/2007/06/geeks-vs-nerds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-12"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-12" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Geekdad, Great Geek Debates: “Geek” vs. “Nerd”, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/"&gt;http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-13"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-13" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Urban Dictionary, Geek, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=geek" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=geek"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="_note-14"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog-this.g?&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FTell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks&amp;amp;n=How+to+Tell+the+Difference+Between+Nerds+and+Geeks+-+wikiHow#_ref-14" title=""&gt;↑&lt;/a&gt; Geekdad, Great Geek Debates: “Geek” vs. “Nerd”, &lt;a class="external free" href="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/" rel="nofollow" title="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/"&gt;http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/great-geek-debates-geek-vs-nerd/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article provided by &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Main-Page"&gt;wikiHow&lt;/a&gt;, a wiki how-to manual. 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All content on wikiHow can be shared under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.5/"&gt;Creative Commons license&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3281222613321397632?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wikihow.com/Tell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks' title='How to Tell the Difference Between Nerds and Geeks'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3281222613321397632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-tell-difference-between-nerds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3281222613321397632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3281222613321397632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-tell-difference-between-nerds.html' title='How to Tell the Difference Between Nerds and Geeks'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2157118350637972510</id><published>2011-04-01T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:26:27.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Happy April Fools' Day! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://acerotiburon.deviantart.com/art/april-fools-117878497?q=boost%3Apopular%20april%20fools%20day&amp;amp;qo=0" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590450435597941042" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKHT-ijXRAI/TZVFDTw-OTI/AAAAAAAADXM/nvLtFeZoP50/s400/april_fools_by_AceroTiburon.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Today's the death anniversary of an uncle (one of my mom's two brothers) as well. The fact that he's such a joker and he officially died on the first of April some years ago strikes me so much, it's not even funny. I miss him so damn much. Eh, so that's it. Btw, hope you liked the short comic up there. I'm not a huge Naruto fan but I did understand (I guess, and hopefully, somewhat correctly) it so I still posted it up there just for the spirit of this supposedly fantastically fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2157118350637972510?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2157118350637972510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2157118350637972510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2157118350637972510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day-d.html' title='Happy April Fools&apos; Day! :D'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKHT-ijXRAI/TZVFDTw-OTI/AAAAAAAADXM/nvLtFeZoP50/s72-c/april_fools_by_AceroTiburon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3973196505363737847</id><published>2011-03-31T10:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:15:14.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Why, do you think, are you single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sometimes-i-wonder.deviantart.com/art/Love-33254781"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHq6mqYFPZs/TZVBfZ8dMxI/AAAAAAAADXE/SoArWQrH4jU/s400/Love____by_Sometimes_I_Wonder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590446520246547218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back to lurking at forums then I found this topic.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the options, my answer, and some of my comments. Enjoy if you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm single because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. I find it funny because I think he has already (guys do move on fast huh). Anyways, it's been years already. I also find it funny that we didn't even really go that far with that relationship thing for me to actually and reasonably be like this so I really don't understand. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have voted for the reason that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'm not pretty enough&lt;/span&gt; but then I realized, I'm turning 18 on May, that's not the way a girl who's turning 18 is supposed to think 'cause that's really somewhat shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have voted because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a feeling that I'm pretty intimidating&lt;/span&gt; but no one has really told me that yet so as to confirm that notion even if I do feel like I am intimidating, I don't really wanna go on telling everybody how intimidating I think I am when no one else really thinks so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have voted for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been hurt before so I'm already scared of love&lt;/span&gt; but I find this unrealistic because let's face it, even those people who say they're like this don't even tend to live long enough to actually prove this themselves since the longest they've gone on without a boyfriend or something similar is for some years and not forever so there's no point really in voting for this even though yes, I admittedly am scared of falling in love because these guys broke my heart but seriously, would anyone survive without love in one way or another?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have voted for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't let go of what's past&lt;/span&gt; but that sounded to emo to me. I mean, yes, I've been there, hell, I might even still be at that stage but seriously, in one way or another, you'll be surely able to let go of it. Trust me, I'm slowly doing so myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never vote for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't choose&lt;/span&gt; 'cause there were never really much choices for me anyway and even if I did have many options, I still wouldn't have voted for this 'cause not choosing is selfish. We all know we can only have one to ourselves and that two of the most valuable things in life are generosity and sharing. Let the others go and don't hold them captive y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never vote for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm commitment-phobic&lt;/span&gt; because that's just weird. At one point in our lives, we all have to commit to at least something or anything, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also never vote for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like to be a nun&lt;/span&gt;, although I did consider being one when I was younger and brain didn't fully understand who nuns are (I know who they were, just not what they do, et cetera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have voted for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not allowed to have one&lt;/span&gt; if my mom and dad didn't separate. But they did. And my mom's cool. And I'm living with her. So all's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3973196505363737847?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3973196505363737847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-you-think-are-you-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3973196505363737847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3973196505363737847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-you-think-are-you-single.html' title='Why, do you think, are you single?'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHq6mqYFPZs/TZVBfZ8dMxI/AAAAAAAADXE/SoArWQrH4jU/s72-c/Love____by_Sometimes_I_Wonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2577660645556742735</id><published>2011-03-30T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:22:22.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Lilly Tells It Like It Is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJW7yn3Nvh0/TZLWn88PVNI/AAAAAAAADWs/MxVu54L-J7k/s1600/38505-ml-40117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJW7yn3Nvh0/TZLWn88PVNI/AAAAAAAADWs/MxVu54L-J7k/s320/38505-ml-40117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589766069382239442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I don't really know anyone by that name but this one fictional character from The Princess Diaries. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was actually awesome and I almost promised my mom to go have a summer job just to let her know how much I appreciated her suggesting the book for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind, ALMOST. I did say I've read something Meg Cabot before and now I remember what it is after some digging! It's also a series and is called 1-800-WHERE-R-U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also found out that the series was at first actually published under a pseudonym (a fake name, just in case you didn't know), Jenny Carroll, and that it has now been renamed to Vanished (but not anymore by Jenny Carroll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly remember much of it anymore (heck, I don't even recall that the lead's name was Jessica) but I do remember it not as Vanished (which is good because I may have not read it if it was named so because the title doesn't really appeal to me) back then but its author being Meg Cabot already (that's why I read it actually because hate me or not, I don't really like reading books by authors that aren't yet very much known for their work, also, I have read from Wikipedia that due to poor sales, they changed the author's name from the pseudonym to the real thing which actually helped the sales to improve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I would totally recommend those books by Meg Cabot that I mentioned (both are meant for young adults, just in case you wanna know), The Princess Diaries series (there are ten books all in all, plus some more I think) since they're really funny and can teach you a thing or two perhaps (about being royalty and other stuff) and 1-800-WHERE-R-U series because they really kind of get you into thinking what the possibilities are and stuff like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2577660645556742735?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2577660645556742735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/lilly-tells-it-like-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2577660645556742735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2577660645556742735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/lilly-tells-it-like-it-is.html' title='Lilly Tells It Like It Is.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJW7yn3Nvh0/TZLWn88PVNI/AAAAAAAADWs/MxVu54L-J7k/s72-c/38505-ml-40117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3452367088647748286</id><published>2011-03-29T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:41:52.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>The Princess of Genovia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8AC8H7faAs/TZLMFJFkaQI/AAAAAAAADWk/h3Lb4dOsLO8/s1600/10990_P_1282961104139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8AC8H7faAs/TZLMFJFkaQI/AAAAAAAADWk/h3Lb4dOsLO8/s320/10990_P_1282961104139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589754476230895874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far, no luck – yes, you’ve read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no good morning for you since it's not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hopeful and positive I was that my string of luck will go on, it didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve opened around five fan fictions in new tabs at my browser right after reading the fan fic I’ve read yesterday but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think destiny has it that I don’t get my passion for reading and writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m still willing to take chances though no matter how much disappointing things have turned out. Mom has just introduced me yet again to Meg Cabot through The Princess Diaries. The box containing the books is pretty sparkly and very much feminine at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s pretty cute actually. It’s been kind of long since I’ve read something similar and I sure do think it’s been sort of long since I’ve read something that’s Meg Cabot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing my fingers and bidding adieu. (Hope I got that spelled out just right.) BTW, if you haven't noticed, I'm awake pretty early today. It's cause today's my brother's interview regarding his future and I guess I am pretty excited since he's pretty confident about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doing this interview  because he didn't pass the entrance exam at the university he wants to get admitted to (the same university I'm in right now) after high school and this interview is the only actual chance for the university to reconsider him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, his future really depends on the interview later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3452367088647748286?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3452367088647748286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/princess-of-genovia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3452367088647748286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3452367088647748286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/princess-of-genovia.html' title='The Princess of Genovia.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8AC8H7faAs/TZLMFJFkaQI/AAAAAAAADWk/h3Lb4dOsLO8/s72-c/10990_P_1282961104139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-777375000239449615</id><published>2011-03-28T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T13:02:57.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Something quite, perhaps, unusual.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNuCKHYtfZY/TZK5KtwrWCI/AAAAAAAADWU/mKoQrsOxJks/s1600/Rosalie-Hale-twilight-series-882740_375_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNuCKHYtfZY/TZK5KtwrWCI/AAAAAAAADWU/mKoQrsOxJks/s320/Rosalie-Hale-twilight-series-882740_375_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589733681253799970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wasn’t entirely swept off my feet by &lt;a href="http://anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com/425901.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; but I can truly say it had stirred some things deep within that are usually too deep to be even reached by anything, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this thoroughly heartbreaking and I would have cried if I’m one of those who get moved so, so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always imagined this, especially when I finally got around to reading the first book in the series, Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like one of the most probable probabilities out there as to why she was like that and he was like that although of course the facts in the novel rarely gave out bits that could actually make you end up with this solid conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it to my imagination perhaps, since I was so much younger then, not just in physical or biological age, but more so in terms of, my mental age. I wouldn’t have used the word mental if only I have found something else, something that sounded better when you speak somehow out loud these things typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like saying mental meant that I was somehow becoming delusional, coming up with these absurd hallucinations but finding out someone out there has written this is definite proof that I am still normal (our book in psychology defined hallucination as an illusion, a wrong perception, but under abnormal conditions such as when you’re under the influence of alcohol and drugs or when you’re physiological needs are not being catered to which are the most fundamental of all needs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, that’s it for now. I’ve just finished cutting my fingernails this morning and my fingers still hate it when I type (it kind of hurts, throbs) since I cut my nails as shorts as they can but I’ll have you know I’m really glad and I feel kind of awesome because even though I haven’t still gotten back my love for all sorts of reading and writing, I still got to let all of this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-777375000239449615?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/777375000239449615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-rosalie-and-edward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/777375000239449615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/777375000239449615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-rosalie-and-edward.html' title='Something quite, perhaps, unusual.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNuCKHYtfZY/TZK5KtwrWCI/AAAAAAAADWU/mKoQrsOxJks/s72-c/Rosalie-Hale-twilight-series-882740_375_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-307530584557642466</id><published>2011-03-25T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:56:54.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Twilight FF Recs: Magically Delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLSMTnKMMng/TYwMTiFya1I/AAAAAAAADVQ/7YV34hBQEJw/s1600/Magically_Delicious_by_mcgt%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLSMTnKMMng/TYwMTiFya1I/AAAAAAAADVQ/7YV34hBQEJw/s400/Magically_Delicious_by_mcgt%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587854767368072018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcgt2008.blogspot.com/p/magically-delicious.html?spref=bl"&gt;A Work In Progress&lt;/a&gt;: "After breaking up with his girlfriend, the last thing Edward expects to find at his brother's St. Patrick's Day party is someone new.  What happens when you meet the right person at supposedly the wrong time?..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-307530584557642466?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/307530584557642466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/twilight-ff-recs-magically-delicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/307530584557642466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/307530584557642466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/twilight-ff-recs-magically-delicious.html' title='Twilight FF Recs: Magically Delicious'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLSMTnKMMng/TYwMTiFya1I/AAAAAAAADVQ/7YV34hBQEJw/s72-c/Magically_Delicious_by_mcgt%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-238078500105158345</id><published>2011-03-16T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:18:52.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsunami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>Trying to accomplish what I can't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1DM92IO92I/TYwy80uronI/AAAAAAAADVY/lKnO6RVIkHQ/s1600/body.bg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1DM92IO92I/TYwy80uronI/AAAAAAAADVY/lKnO6RVIkHQ/s400/body.bg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587897258187924082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org.ph/forms/donation-for-japan/"&gt;Your donations can help disaster stricken families and communities in Japan -- World Vision Philippines.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-238078500105158345?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/238078500105158345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/world-vision-philippines-donation-form.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/238078500105158345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/238078500105158345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/world-vision-philippines-donation-form.html' title='Trying to accomplish what I can&apos;t.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1DM92IO92I/TYwy80uronI/AAAAAAAADVY/lKnO6RVIkHQ/s72-c/body.bg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3240788988631641681</id><published>2011-03-15T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:53:38.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight FF Recs: Same Time Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mcgt2008.blogspot.com/p/same-time-tomorrow.html?spref=bl"&gt;A Work In Progress&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Dr. Masen sits and has coffee in the commons of the university every day the weather is nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What happens when he meets the woman of his dreams in a most embarrassing way?&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3240788988631641681?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3240788988631641681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/twilight-ff-recs-same-time-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3240788988631641681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3240788988631641681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/twilight-ff-recs-same-time-tomorrow.html' title='Twilight FF Recs: Same Time Tomorrow'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3371306276603125105</id><published>2011-03-14T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:42:45.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>LiveJournal, FF.net, and Google.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2sU5dRCN9JY/TZPjJdeoc3I/AAAAAAAADW0/-yhDM16w5gs/s1600/Time_with_the_computer_by_Purple_Legion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2sU5dRCN9JY/TZPjJdeoc3I/AAAAAAAADW0/-yhDM16w5gs/s400/Time_with_the_computer_by_Purple_Legion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590061314168353650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For one thing, I would never advise you if you were just starting on reading fan fiction to read fan fiction being published at LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that those at LJ are really awful (comparing fan fiction published at LJ and at fanfiction.net, I can totally assure you that there are so, so much worse done fan fiction at FF.net, so badly done that I don’t think no words even deserve to describe these badly written fan fiction) but fan fiction published at LJ are usually one shots (some long, actually, scratch that, most of them are long), memes (usually very short and cryptic, trust me) and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From experience (meaning, when I started to read fan fiction), I found it really hard to read small text and long paragraphs that seemed to go on forever no matter how awesome that fan fic is as said by almost everyone so it was really terrible back then for me because I haven’t discovered fanfiction.net and its amazingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve just praised FF.net which might confuse you since I’ve just almost put them in the lowest pedestal that can be imagined (which is exaggerating but you do get that, don’t you?). Fanfiction.net is actually an amazing place, it’s just that it’s also the easiest place to get your thing out there, y’know, so tons of people, good or bad writers as they are, flock there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to be kind of brutally honest, out of ten fan fics there, perhaps only half or less are actually nicely written stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm really trying to point out here is not those things I've just said about FF.net but just as a somewhat friendly advice, if you're just starting out with this whole fanfic thing and you're not really a huge reader or something, I recommend for you to go to FF.net first because things are easier to read and the stories are lighter to read there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I really suggest that for really awesome reads, you should sometimes try to google (since I do find it easier to look for sites with fanfics there and do not worry, LJ almost always comes up, just remember to not just check the first page of the results) and not stick all the time with FF.net like I sometimes used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3371306276603125105?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3371306276603125105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/livejournal-ffnet-and-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3371306276603125105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3371306276603125105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/03/livejournal-ffnet-and-google.html' title='LiveJournal, FF.net, and Google.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2sU5dRCN9JY/TZPjJdeoc3I/AAAAAAAADW0/-yhDM16w5gs/s72-c/Time_with_the_computer_by_Purple_Legion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-180173399098706282</id><published>2011-02-12T09:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:51:42.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>A happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsDq0GQzE0Y/TV302DWGocI/AAAAAAAADVA/oPf5Cx8J4_Q/s1600/Happy_Birthday_Celesse_by_QueenOfDorks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsDq0GQzE0Y/TV302DWGocI/AAAAAAAADVA/oPf5Cx8J4_Q/s400/Happy_Birthday_Celesse_by_QueenOfDorks.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574881123202671042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good morning! So you see, I usually wake up early and today's definitely one of those exceptions to that somewhat rule. And no, it's not my birthday, I will be celebrating mines on the twelfth day of May. My mom's was yesterday and I sort of forgot it (blaming school for that disaster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to almost tell me (since her dropping clues weren't really adding up in my mind correctly) just for something inside of me to snap and actually remember! To somewhat soothe me and my brain, I learned that other people in the house also forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my uncle, her older brother, remembered (so that was why he bought ice cream last night and when I begged to haven a taste, swatted my hand from the freezer quickly)! Her aunt or her father's sister also forgot, and so did my brother! Good thing mom was ready to forgive and forget as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we knew we would already end up going home late if we do what we usually do when someone in the house as a birthday (except for her aunt of course, she complains about going outside of the house since her joints are always achy and stuff), they still waited for me at the mall near the school where mom works as a librarian (I could've went there straight from school but I forgot, we would have gone home earlier then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having dinner at Pancake House (yummmmy), instead of Max's because there were too many people at Max's and mom hates crowded places (somewhat like me). I already forgot what we ordered 'cause I was so dead tired when we finally came home yesterday and slept at once after greeting mom again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-180173399098706282?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/180173399098706282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/180173399098706282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/180173399098706282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday.html' title='A happy birthday.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsDq0GQzE0Y/TV302DWGocI/AAAAAAAADVA/oPf5Cx8J4_Q/s72-c/Happy_Birthday_Celesse_by_QueenOfDorks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1952528577813496290</id><published>2011-01-29T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:42:22.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><title type='text'>Pilots to family ties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TUO_SEyDfOI/AAAAAAAADUs/Gp8UJ-Cqynw/s1600/VD100b_0164_4-6-2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TUO_SEyDfOI/AAAAAAAADUs/Gp8UJ-Cqynw/s400/VD100b_0164_4-6-2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567503881602301154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm finally watching The Vampire Diaries. I kind of hate how everything started. I mean, well, you can't blame me, can't exactly help it now, can I, 'cause comparing it to Twilight, I guess I like the latter's start better. But I think I'm slowly growing to like it myself. I have to admit though, at first I thought, why didn't they get to Ian Somerhalder to do the lead role when he looks better than the guy playing Stefan but I also finally sort of understood why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ian definitely fits right in the role of Damon and so is the guy for Stefan, plus he looks really better with Nina Dobrev. Also, still comparing, I adore Elena much, much better than Bella although sometimes I swear Bella's the best female character around. By the way, just so you know, I'm only at the fourth episode as of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching it online 'cause the CD drive here at my mom's computer doesn't really cooperate. I actually had a hard time watching it online since I don't really understand how Torrent works and similar stuff like that. I only got to watch recaps at first of the episodes at YouTube, then some clips of it, and now finally, the whole episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think I'm the only one having the same problem so I'm going to share with you guys the &lt;a href="http://www.iwatchthevampirediaries.com/season1/episode1-pilot/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and hopefully, you'll pass the word around. Just a tip though. If you actually go to the site, you'll discover it has some sort of thumbnails of places where you can watch the series for free. I suggest you go for those under loombo or frogmovz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit for the picture above go to this fan resource &lt;a href="http://www.vampire-diaries.net/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for The Vampire Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1952528577813496290?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1952528577813496290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/01/pilots-to-family-ties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1952528577813496290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1952528577813496290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2011/01/pilots-to-family-ties.html' title='Pilots to family ties.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TUO_SEyDfOI/AAAAAAAADUs/Gp8UJ-Cqynw/s72-c/VD100b_0164_4-6-2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8816985232391660461</id><published>2010-12-16T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:00:53.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Christmas party, college style XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmnAvxw9SI/AAAAAAAADUc/26Y0Ou_MybU/s1600/164316_1664949257211_1041658665_1785514_3568065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmnAvxw9SI/AAAAAAAADUc/26Y0Ou_MybU/s400/164316_1664949257211_1041658665_1785514_3568065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555655246605251874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've actually been wanting to update for a while since tons of things have have happened (such as, I've just donated my first bag of blood to the Philippine Red Cross, thanks to my being a cadet at the ROTC of the university I'm studying in) but there were always things that stopped me from doing so like school, stuff going on at home, and simply because there are just times that I didn't really feel like posting something then I forget about it or sometimes I'm at a loss for words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRml2XinycI/AAAAAAAADUE/_N9RnIBYRoE/s400/67116_1664919136458_1041658665_1785329_3065950_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555653968788965826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today will probably be very sentimental and memorable for me especially when I get older because I got to celebrate my very first Christmas party with my classmates slash blockmates at school. Just the planning part of it with my fellow class officers -- the president (me being the vice), the treasurer, and the secretary the day before and buying stuff that are gonna be prizes got me really, really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRml2o_bzJI/AAAAAAAADUM/8Ach7Fep--M/s400/165006_1664938296937_1041658665_1785463_6859789_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555653973473217682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that is probably because since I never really got to do this seriously, I mean, we didn't even plan games and raffles during high school, we just ate and exchanged gifts so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRml2RhnqEI/AAAAAAAADT8/7z9fV2xHMvY/s400/163843_1664924776599_1041658665_1785375_630317_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555653967174150210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to think today was pretty successful though. I even kind of asked for feedback from my classmates just for the heck of it and they sincerely said that the party was a blast. Even though we really had a program set for the day which we prepared the day before as well, we actually lost it on the day itself, making me almost scared that it will become a huge flop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRml2FpFv3I/AAAAAAAADT0/PgKjcOnyFlY/s400/68194_1664943577069_1041658665_1785504_3645775_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555653963984256882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only had about three games and for food, we only prepared barbecue, roast chicken, rice, spaghetti, and fruit salad. I was also worrying that the food would not suffice, since of course there were boys and we all know how much boys eat, right? But in the end, we still had to give some of the food to the beggars outside school and some of us whose residences were near the school just took some home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRml22uQslI/AAAAAAAADUU/UuvTcpF-8ZE/s400/166306_1664963337563_1041658665_1785581_3726641_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555653977159283282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, I guess I never told you guys but I am now a proud owner of a pink Samsung Champ. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8816985232391660461?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8816985232391660461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-party-college-style-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8816985232391660461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8816985232391660461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-party-college-style-xd.html' title='Christmas party, college style XD'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmnAvxw9SI/AAAAAAAADUc/26Y0Ou_MybU/s72-c/164316_1664949257211_1041658665_1785514_3568065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3321946761345813557</id><published>2010-11-07T11:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:00:00.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>God, it's been a while for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNd7WD2yobI/AAAAAAAADS8/jSydxr3A3GE/s1600/27-11-08_092546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNd7WD2yobI/AAAAAAAADS8/jSydxr3A3GE/s400/27-11-08_092546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537029885797769650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the title from the lyrics of Straight to Your Heart by The Spin Room from The Dreams We Keep 'cause they're awesome like that, no seriously (although what I'm really listening to as of the moment is Doesn't Mean Anything by Alicia Keys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm saying that 'cause I have no idea what else to post for today besides the fact that my nose is still being a pain (it's been hurting since yesterday's episode of me crying my shit out in case you didn't know) and the fact that I've finally uploaded some crap at my deviant since I don't think I'll be going out of the house today except when I have to attend mass later in the afternoon with my mom and my brother if he feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling the stuff I uploaded at deviant crap because they are indeed crap and I'm supposed to actually upload more (I only got to upload around five I think) but my brother made an account there first and just so he can put something in his profile, he stole some pictures of our cats and kittens from my phone and uploaded it at his account. I've also uploaded a pic for my deviantID with me in my high school uniform and without my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope no one notices and makes a connection with the school though. By the way, you guys better fave my shit there if you have deviant accounts especially if you like the pic up there 'cause I seriously took it myself no matter how much it doesn't look like it does (and no stealing 'cause that just sucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am still not sure if I'll be able to go back to school on the tenth since I haven't enrolled yet and it doesn't look like we'll be having money anytime soon. And so, the future of me having a new phone whether one from Cherry Mobile or from Samsung still looks kind of blurry as well. ): Oh yeah, I also found out today that I'll be having classes again with this guy I'm trying to avoid during the last semester at school if ever I do go to school this second semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaargh, tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3321946761345813557?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3321946761345813557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-its-been-while-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3321946761345813557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3321946761345813557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-its-been-while-for-me.html' title='God, it&apos;s been a while for me.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNd7WD2yobI/AAAAAAAADS8/jSydxr3A3GE/s72-c/27-11-08_092546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4534217120139795721</id><published>2010-11-06T09:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:03:09.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><title type='text'>Regarding crybabies and guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNdeH3_o3HI/AAAAAAAADSg/kx6vZHTwiyc/s1600/24-10-08_104739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNdeH3_o3HI/AAAAAAAADSg/kx6vZHTwiyc/s400/24-10-08_104739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536997756258278514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate myself for letting myself cry again for something so stupid. I mean, I knew the reason was stupid but I couldn't fucking stop myself from letting the tears flow. Is it really worth it to cry because your brother won't let you use the shitting computer? And to think I'm supposed to be the one acting with more maturity since I'm the older one. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Imma share to you something I got from Candy magazine. This was supposed to be written there with the underlined stuff as blank parts that I'm supposed to fill out. I'm doing it here instead because I love my magazine too much to not write on it. (There was also a box there wherein I could paste a drawing or pic of that guy I'm looking for. My guy's up there. He's pretty ideal I think although he's not exactly my crush anymore. Those were the days. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know that nobody's perfect, but this won't stop me from hoping that someday, someone who's perfect for me will come. He will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; funny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;smart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;cute&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;. He will have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;pets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;siblings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and he will not be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;atrociously downright annoying like my brother when he's bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Every time I'm with him, I will feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be good together, and good for each other.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;Someday, I will fall in love with the right person, at the right time, and for all the right reasons. And when that happens, I will not get so caught up in him that I will forget all the little things I love about myself, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;being smart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;being responsible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;my family 'cause I have no idea what else I love about myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;. He will help me achieve my little goals everyday (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;like doing that homework correctly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;just being happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;), and even support  e in pursuing my grandest, craziest dream: to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;an artist in any way or form&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I may not run into the person I deserve anytime soon, but that's okay; I have my whole life ahead of me. I'm not in a hurry. I know the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;the-almost-perfect-but-just-for-me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt; guy is out there, and he is also looking for me. And when we do find each other, it will be real and wonderful and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;absolutely fantastic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;definitely crazy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;. And I will know for sure that the long wait-and maybe even the heartbreaks that came with it-was totally worth it. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4534217120139795721?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4534217120139795721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/regarding-crybabies-and-guys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4534217120139795721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4534217120139795721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/regarding-crybabies-and-guys.html' title='Regarding crybabies and guys.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNdeH3_o3HI/AAAAAAAADSg/kx6vZHTwiyc/s72-c/24-10-08_104739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2480385161473067479</id><published>2010-11-05T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:17:31.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phones'/><title type='text'>All the souls that would die just to feel alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNUF8vAUKRI/AAAAAAAADR4/-Vf2WFtwmYQ/s1600/nokia_c3_front_HotPink_302x302.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNUF8vAUKRI/AAAAAAAADR4/-Vf2WFtwmYQ/s400/nokia_c3_front_HotPink_302x302.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536337857889970450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm having a hard time choosing between these two. I actually already narrowed them from three to just two since these two are usually the phones I see people are with lately.  since as you might've read in one of my past entries, my phone has been gone for sometime now fortunately and unfortunately. Fortunate because I can finally replace it (it has served me for about four years already and has since then experienced meeting the floor so many times and has many scratches to prove that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody unfortunate however because I know for a fact that it can't be replaced at once which is the reason why I only talked about buying phones now when I have lost it sometime around October before our final examinations for first semester started. I was supposed to buy one this week but my stupid uncle (he owed my mom money and that's supposed to be the money we're going to buy a phone with) couldn't produce cash and postponed it to next week. If mom won't be able to buy any of these two phones, I might just settle down with a phone from Cherry Mobile and an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why am I choosing between these two phones? I don't really have a solid reason why besides the reason that they both look good and their prices don't exceed four digits ('cause mom would definitely not buy me something that's five digits and up like you know, an iPhone, well actually, I'm not really even sure if mom would be okay with the prices of these two but I guess she'll just have to deal since it's her fault anyway for giving me so much time to think about a new phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, besides their prices and looks, both of these phones have enough memory for all of the songs I have since when I estimated how much memory my music have accumulated just sometime ago, I found that I needed around five gigabytes. I have then found out that phones usually have 2 to 3 gigabytes (that is, if I'm looking for something really cheap) then if I wanted something that a bigger memory, I'll be going for the next which is around eight gigabytes (both of these phones meet that specification).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also chose Nokia C3 because Candy (a magazine that I've been collecting for sometime now) recommends it if I want a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute but affordable unit which packs a lot of features&lt;/span&gt; alongside myPhone S Q27 Duo (I have pondered on that as well but when I got a look at it online, I knew for a fact that it wasn't the phone for me even if it was a lot cheaper than Nokia). I chose Samsung Champ on the other hand because the company once went to the university where I'm studying to endorse it once which is why I kind of remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2480385161473067479?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2480385161473067479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/having-hard-time-choosing-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2480385161473067479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2480385161473067479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/having-hard-time-choosing-phone.html' title='All the souls that would die just to feel alive.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNUF8vAUKRI/AAAAAAAADR4/-Vf2WFtwmYQ/s72-c/nokia_c3_front_HotPink_302x302.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8646022185680899058</id><published>2010-11-04T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:09:50.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mom trusted me enough to help her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNvU0RWxLI/AAAAAAAADRw/sI-Dd_8Sguo/s1600/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNvU0RWxLI/AAAAAAAADRw/sI-Dd_8Sguo/s400/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535890770387977394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As in, help her do this. I was even staring at her when she told me to prepare some stuff as we were emptying the plastic bags of groceries we bought before going home since I seriously didn't have any experience cooking anything at all, even eggs or hotdogs. Unless you count my entering a cooking contest when I was in sixth grade concerning pasta dishes for which I had to memorize a whole recipe with me not ending up as a winner but just as a finalist. Yeah, a fucking finalist for what it was all worth. I don't even exactly understand now why I even bothered to join that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of disappointed this morning when mom served this for breakfast and all my pressing of the corners together ended.. open. Pancit molo (never mind the pancit part 'cause I asked my mom why there was the pancit part in the name when there's not even a single strand of pancit or noodle in the end product and then she just pursed her lips, shook her head at me, laughed and told me I was being foolish; I was just looking like what the heck at her, not that she would understand what I was trying to convey when I gave her that look) is supposed to Filipino Dumpling Soup in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I was kind of expecting something looking like dumplings in my soup that morning but what greeted me instead in the bowl was wrapper floating and baby handfuls (or maybe even half of that) of filling of meat, shrimp, egg, onions, turnips, salt, and pepper swimming in the soup. But anyways, it's still all good 'cause it did end up tasting good (or I don't know, maybe that's just me 'cause I'm tasting my hard work last night and that just tastes so epic like I swear). Mom tells me the same thing though but I think we have the same reason for saying such so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom ended packing up some of it for our lunch today at school so I was in pure bliss while putting some minced spring onion and think flakes of garlic on my dumplings. My brother only appreciated the dish during lunch and dinner though (I'm thinking this will continue 'til tomorrow morning 'cause my grandmother and my aunt who is currently living with us didn't like the dish and therefore didn't touch their share when we left some at home) since he wasn't a huge fan of it when we had it for breakfast (I only knew now the explanation for his sour face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only consuming the spring onion though. My mom and my brother hates it. I don't exactly know why. Whenever I ask them, they just give me faces saying I was being stupid. So I'm not gonna ask again just to get the same answer for the sake of this entry. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8646022185680899058?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8646022185680899058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom-trusted-me-enough-to-help-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8646022185680899058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8646022185680899058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom-trusted-me-enough-to-help-her.html' title='Mom trusted me enough to help her.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNvU0RWxLI/AAAAAAAADRw/sI-Dd_8Sguo/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-6710998082896551234</id><published>2010-11-03T09:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:34:44.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><title type='text'>I can feel you all around me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNlPCSGr_I/AAAAAAAADRo/0ZOehvuBY1A/s1600/201011_300.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNlPCSGr_I/AAAAAAAADRo/0ZOehvuBY1A/s400/201011_300.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535879675953721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So whatcha think of Emma's new cut? I think it's okay, not exactly a bad hair day kind of thing but definitely not one her best cuts as of late. I also think every lady should go through this kind of thing (y'know, getting cuts that y'know a lot of people won't really like but you kinda like so you went with it). I did it when I was at third grade and it was worse for me 'cause I was way fat back then so I only looked chubbier with my hair cut shorter. Blame the summer heat during that time. Definitely agonizing. My brother hates the cut on Emma though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's something I guess, since he's somewhat of a huge HP fan. I used to be one as well but Twilight came and as embarrassing as it is to admit (anyways, this is my blog, who gives a damn), the Cullens replaced the trio in my heart (although they're still there, it's just that their space is a lot smaller now, sorry). But no matter how much they were replaced, I think I've never been as huge of a fan of Twilight really as I've been once with HP (so you see, it's all good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the point of this entry is to gush about the issue and not about my obsession with Twilight and previous one with HP so moving on..  I love this issue because it's got three (yes, three, not two, not one but THREE!) covers and because those covers are yep, Emma, second is Glee (not like I'm a huge Gleek but yeah, never mind that fact, doesn't really matter) and this is the most important of all covers.. the third features Vampire Diaries! (And I think I actually drooled over the Salvatore brother, my gawd, is Elena/Katherine lucky or what?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding 'bout the drooling part though, seriously, aren't Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley just oozing hot?! I don't really watch the show on a regular basis but shit, I've been missing a lot regarding these two! Matt Donovan was also mentioned in the issue but unfortunately, it wasn't a whole article, just a part of it but still they put a picture of him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Seyfried's in the issue too and I've been a fan since Jennifer's Body (I know the film wasn't the best but it kinda made me really appreciate Amanda so yeah, if you haven't watched the film, I sorta advise you to watch it but not so much 'cause it's seriously like wasting some hours of your life when you could at least be spending sometime outside, soaking some sun unless you're one of those guys who are obsessed with Megan Fox and her so called hotness, not like I'm bashing her or anything but seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-6710998082896551234?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/6710998082896551234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-feel-you-all-around-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6710998082896551234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6710998082896551234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-feel-you-all-around-me.html' title='I can feel you all around me.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNlPCSGr_I/AAAAAAAADRo/0ZOehvuBY1A/s72-c/201011_300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4221225536761418421</id><published>2010-11-02T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:54:01.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Since I'm at home all fucking day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNjgu32wWI/AAAAAAAADRg/wkLRvVwEpJg/s1600/koko_krunch_X9_by_TheFinalMix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNjgu32wWI/AAAAAAAADRg/wkLRvVwEpJg/s400/koko_krunch_X9_by_TheFinalMix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535877780957741410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had nothing else to do but clean the house a little, stare at my bro until he threw some shit at me, and played a little with mom's phone just to piss her out as well since she thinks that's the reason why her load is disappearing (but seriously, it's just because she keeps on making this useless calls to almost everyone and you're probably wondering why I'm using hers and not mine, well, that's just plain because I left my phone at our classroom and have never recovered it since then although I've seriously tried so many times but to no avail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate and ate until I feel like I'm going to burst like how the chocolate thing burst into the wheat fields and poof! It became Koko Krunch! :D Ya know what, my classmate has another version of that and it's a lot more funnier than the original. My classmate says the real story behind Koko Krunch is that a huge farmer was sitting on this toilet bowl in something like a portalet (they're like comfort room portable cubicles in the middle of nowhere, like at construction sites, cemeteries during all saints' day, and at the beach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This portalet's made of wood though not plastic 'cause I think that's how they roll in the province, in the middle of the wheat fields. So there he was,  doing his thing and then, when he was trying to flush it, he had a hard time because there was just so many of his shit in the bowl and when he did finally get to flush it, it exploded instead into the wheat fields and poof! It became Koko Krunch. So now you know why Koko Krunch is just so delicious! (And then I asked that classmate of mine, why is there white Koko Krunch then? She just grinned at me and said, oh that's an entirely different story, my dear. I swear she must be crazy or something!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, besides eating like there's no tomorrow, I also alternated between finishing  crossword puzzles, where there's a list of words below and you've gotta find all of them in the box with jumbled letters and catching some zzz's like I've never caught any during the past days. There's also me scaring the shit out of our pets here at home, reading and re-reading my magazines, and of course listening to music, how much old they tend to be, I didn't care much, just so I can say I'm doing something, if nothing at all. Basically, I've been a lazy arse all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had money, I just didn't want to go out. Why didn't I want to go out? Maybe because amongst my family and friends, I'm the only who has money as of the moment since they've all spent their shit during the past days and I don't really feel like being with freeloaders all day, treating them to shit ('cause that's seriously all I'm really treating them to if they're gonna be just freeloaders). So I admit I tend to be a freeloader sometimes but I swear I only become like it 'cause there are people out there who are actually, believe it or not, willing to be victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4221225536761418421?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4221225536761418421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/since-im-at-home-all-fucking-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4221225536761418421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4221225536761418421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/since-im-at-home-all-fucking-day.html' title='Since I&apos;m at home all fucking day..'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNNjgu32wWI/AAAAAAAADRg/wkLRvVwEpJg/s72-c/koko_krunch_X9_by_TheFinalMix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3084452608845281080</id><published>2010-11-01T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:57:12.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>A good general feeds off his enemy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNDzBF0WmxI/AAAAAAAADRA/fAKw661LLf0/s1600/SeetNovember_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNDzBF0WmxI/AAAAAAAADRA/fAKw661LLf0/s400/SeetNovember_46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535191142105520914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That scene above is from Sweet November since a friend of mine has been nagging me forever to watch it and I only actually got to remember it this morning when I woke up. I might watch it later after publishing this post and before going to the cemetery to visit my mom's mom, her dad, and her brother (otherwise known as my second favorite uncle of all, all time!). So I know, we should instead be visiting them tomorrow since All Souls' Day is on November 2 and All Saints' is today but you know, by tomorrow as well, the cemeteries will all be so dirty thanks to the people who were visiting their dead loved ones since October 30 (yep, you heard that one right, that freaking early, seriously, even I don't know if those people still have social lives or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my only other living uncle won't be able to come with us since he is having difficulty handling his sickness lately (he has prostate cancer) and is trying to avoid getting too tired and stressed and having to be under the sun (even if we will be bringing his huge umbrella and we -- that's me, my mom, and my brother -- will be the one putting up this umbrella and other stuff since we plan to be there for half the day). Mom's still bringing tons of food though, don't ask me why. It's not like we'll be gone for a week anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She usually makes carbonara (which is also usually the best and that goes from my brother as well and that's saying something 'cause he's more into spaghetti than into carbonara) and spaghetti then buys different kinds of breads like banana bread and brownies or makes sandwiches as well filled with either cheese spread or peanut butter (which is also a fave of mine). Anyways, you guys are probably wondering what happened to me yesterday since I didn't get to post anything yesterday, as in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post anything because yesterday was a Sunday and we didn't go anywhere (mom wanted to actually rest since she's been working her ass off lately because we have no idea where to get my tuition fee for second semester) so I didn't have an access to any computer and even if I could have gone out and rented a unit at an internet cafe, I was just too lazy to pick my butt of the bed. Seriously, I wanted to go trick or treating, or at least go outside to see little kids doing their thing (and that's not just so I can post something, anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing the same thing when I was their age 'cause I've missed a lot of Halloweens since usually I'm doing something else (don't ask me yet again 'cause my mind is going blank but I'm pretty sure I was really doing something else since if I wasn't then I would've freaking gone out and done my thing, getting heaps of candies and consuming them 'til my teeth hurt and mom tells me to just effin' stop gobbling them all up like there's no tomorrow). By the way, title's actually from Sun Tzu's The Art of War. My friend says it was mentioned in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3084452608845281080?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3084452608845281080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-general-feeds-off-his-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3084452608845281080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3084452608845281080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-general-feeds-off-his-enemy.html' title='A good general feeds off his enemy.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNDzBF0WmxI/AAAAAAAADRA/fAKw661LLf0/s72-c/SeetNovember_46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7328395298675082708</id><published>2010-10-30T10:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:02:21.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Doing anything for the person you love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNJQMjF366I/AAAAAAAADRY/ycLe4xrMcX4/s1600/you_were____by_aya_sofiya-d31q812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNJQMjF366I/AAAAAAAADRY/ycLe4xrMcX4/s400/you_were____by_aya_sofiya-d31q812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535575068500290466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regarding Halloween, trick or treating, and of course parties.. I think, if only I was really pretty (it's not like I think I'm very ugly, ha, sorry), I would have dressed up as Misa Amane from Death Note (an anime I have recently watch and I'm currently obsessing over, it has a manga but I haven't read it yet unfortunately) which is what the girl up there is cosplaying as. Although, she isn't usually as conservative as she is in that picture and in the similar scene in the anime, Misa Amane's is indeed actually based off of Gothic Lolita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said at Wikipedia, the creator of Death Note actually wanted a cute but not too bright female in the story since it would be boring if it only consisted of males plus it solved the fact that he also wanted Light to be able to use Shinigami Eyes without actually doing the deal of exchanging half of his lifespan with Ryuk or the death god who previously owned the death note Light currently has, imagining as well a mix of an energetic Japanese artist and a foreign rock and roll singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't watched Deathnote or films, or read the manga yet and therefore can't make sense of the title of this entry, why not drop me a line or two. I swear I'll be extra generous and give you an answer for your inquiries with a Gobstopper at that. Anyways, I might not be able to post tomorrow so as early as today, I'll all be greeting you a very Happy Halloween! I am not sure if I will push through with this idea of trick or treating in a costume and going to a party but I do hope I'll feel like it by later night so I can already prepare an outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since if I don't do this tomorrow, I feel like I'll just be stuck at home tomorrow doing nothing but lazing around since tomorrow's a Sunday. I don't know, I just really feel like it. Who knows, I might even upload a pic of me in a costume! By the way, don't be a huge Grinch and spread the love by making sure that your prepare lots of treats for kids that you might encounter tomorrow, no matter how effortless or how effort-ful their costumes are (but remember to give extra lovin' like a huge Cheshire grin to those whose costumes are so cool)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! I just remembered I have to enroll later for my second semester. Mom won't be able to pay the whole down payment (around 22,000Php or $520.00 and that's US dollars). See how effin' poor we are?! Ahaha. I can only hope that the school would allow us to pay only at least half of it and make a promissory note. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7328395298675082708?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7328395298675082708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/doing-anything-for-person-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7328395298675082708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7328395298675082708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/doing-anything-for-person-you-love.html' title='Doing anything for the person you love.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TNJQMjF366I/AAAAAAAADRY/ycLe4xrMcX4/s72-c/you_were____by_aya_sofiya-d31q812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-911974980155078782</id><published>2010-10-26T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:02:18.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Mad situation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TMZdCDXrHYI/AAAAAAAADQ4/FgUfmMgNpCg/s1600/Texture_Stock_500_by_redwolf518stock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TMZdCDXrHYI/AAAAAAAADQ4/FgUfmMgNpCg/s400/Texture_Stock_500_by_redwolf518stock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532211482116955522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did that thing above just a while ago. The background image is actually a stock image from someone at deviant (I've been really active there, well, kind of, since I never really upload anything but I do comment and fave a lot). The font I used for the text, which is actually lyrics to The Script's For the First Time, is also from deviant. Sadly, I still have no friends there but thank God, someone gave me a llama badge. I badly, badly want to write something, anything at my journal there but I don't have any bright ideas as of what to write yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go by the name of Pia there by the way, Pia standing for PrimaveraInAnticipo which is a name of an album by Laura Pausini and is a song as well, wherein she sings with James Blunt. It's actually one of my favorite songs. I don't know exactly what Primavera in Anticipo means since Wikipedia says that the album in English is called Early Spring while the song is said to be It is My Song. I guess that all goes down to whichever you're happy with huh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing games at Yahoo! as well (I have to say, I like Farm Frenzy the best so far). It's only now that I've played there again. Speaking of playing and games, I was about to check Neopets too but I never really saw how it looks like now or not much has changed since the internet was being shitty again. I've changed my layout again from the black and white thing to this red and yellow as you can see and I think I like this one better than the older one since I was having some difficulty with the entries containing videos from YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so effin' tired from yesterday's general cleaning. Imagine having to rearrange and clean every corner of your library at home (no matter how freaking small it is) plus untangling the wires behind the computer and cleaning the place where the wires are as well! Ugh. The load would have been lighter if my brother, the guy that he is, had helped. But what? Just like any other typical guy, he just lazed around. What the heck is it with parents and their obsession with keeping the house uber clean? It's not like we can really avoid bacteria and germs and dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-911974980155078782?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/911974980155078782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/mad-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/911974980155078782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/911974980155078782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/mad-situation.html' title='Mad situation.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TMZdCDXrHYI/AAAAAAAADQ4/FgUfmMgNpCg/s72-c/Texture_Stock_500_by_redwolf518stock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-617395173094635712</id><published>2010-10-22T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:01:15.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>For the win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Developmental Reading - 2.0&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - 2.5&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to College English - 1.75&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics - 2.75&lt;br /&gt;Biological Science - 2.75&lt;br /&gt;Philippine History - 1.75&lt;br /&gt;Salvation History - 1.75&lt;br /&gt;PE - 2.75&lt;br /&gt;ROTC - 2.25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally have my grades for college, first semester (yes, online, we don't have class cards much to my dismay since I've wanted to see one because everyone's been talking about it sometime during the first half of the past semester). Fortunately, I don't have a single 3 and I didn't fail any course as much as I was expecting to be signing up for biological science and math1 summer classes. Unfortunately, my mom was kind of disappointed when she saw my grades. If ever I do enroll for next semester, the pic below will be my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TME2P70K1PI/AAAAAAAADQw/Uby9imOpL9E/s1600/untitled0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TME2P70K1PI/AAAAAAAADQw/Uby9imOpL9E/s400/untitled0.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530761464770122994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays do suck after all, huh? (BTW, click the image for a better,&lt;br /&gt;larger view just in case you didn't get how that works. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-617395173094635712?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/617395173094635712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/grades-and-course-offerings-for-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/617395173094635712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/617395173094635712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/grades-and-course-offerings-for-win.html' title='For the win.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TME2P70K1PI/AAAAAAAADQw/Uby9imOpL9E/s72-c/untitled0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4420507240184931687</id><published>2010-10-20T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:10:57.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><title type='text'>Wearing purple for #SpiritDay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TMEoxHCbPJI/AAAAAAAADQg/WjJiW8oziJ4/s1600/photo1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TMEoxHCbPJI/AAAAAAAADQg/WjJiW8oziJ4/s400/photo1255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530746641555602578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New layout! Honestly, I find this a lot more interesting, refreshing, and prettier than the last one since no offense, that layout was so overly used, its background, fonts, and colors was just altered over and over again, it's sickening. I was so happy with this layout, I almost lengthened the information about the author which would have surely made your eyes bulge out of their sockets. I kept the first part though which contained only my likes and stuff but the rest is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Desires to be a dean's lister and therefore needs awesome grades. Hates math basically because there's always either a number or an equation involved, science due to the fact that she believe you'd have to be a genius to ace it, music since she can't play any instrument right, anything that's considered a creepy crawly, horrible rap music, disturbing classical pieces, antiques, the dark, places that are too crowded you almost smell like the person you're squished in with, watching animes like Bleach and shows like Gossip Girl 'cause she's too lazy to watch all of their episodes yet almost everyone of her friends have already watched it. Pretends to be a dinosaur. Hides behind a mask you'd rather not see. And is naturally, kidding for everyone's sakes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know about you guys but I'm pretty sure that scarred my eyes for just being too disgustingly long. And heck, I think it's for the better that I didn't actually include the shit quoted above 'cause seriously, a dean's lister who isn't even sure if her spelling of dean's lister is right or not (well, if you're having problems like me concerning that, what I'm trying to point out is the fact that I'm not sure if dean's should go right next to lister without the space in between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it should have a dash. Or something like that. Aaah! Blame the break from school, I think my mind being away from work in any way is seriously making it deteriorate. Ohnoes. That can't be seriously good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, moving on to two more trivial yet kind of happy matters.. I've yet created another account at YouTube and at deviant. Well, scratch that. That is actually my first account at deviant (I think? HAHAHA). Regarding the tube thing, well, I keep on forgetting the usernames I've created there as well as the passwords that go with them and I'm too lazy to try to remember so I've made a new one. As of the moment, both accounts don't have any uploaded pictures nor videos unfortunately, only favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4420507240184931687?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4420507240184931687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-wants-to-go-to-seaside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4420507240184931687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4420507240184931687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-wants-to-go-to-seaside.html' title='Wearing purple for #SpiritDay.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TMEoxHCbPJI/AAAAAAAADQg/WjJiW8oziJ4/s72-c/photo1255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7624833008269899257</id><published>2010-10-19T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:16:16.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, I give myself the creeps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TL6GxsATb9I/AAAAAAAADQA/ifhqrf8JmQ8/s1600/Rain__by_BartoZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TL6GxsATb9I/AAAAAAAADQA/ifhqrf8JmQ8/s400/Rain__by_BartoZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530005580641693650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been busier today than all of the last days combined (starting Friday last week with the exception of Sunday since I was so tired after the events during that day, I almost slept in the clothes I wore out) I think since I worked again on our high school yearbook, after about five months of not working on it since everyone of us were too busy settling in with our respective colleges and universities, trying to survive our first semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think (see, I've been thinking a lot more haha) that if we didn't have semestral break, we might have never worked on it. I've been working on it since this morning at around nine then I took a lunch break and worked a little more on it and tada! I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is windier and rainier than usual since a typhoon is said to be passing by the country although classes aren't suspended yet officially (mom works at his school as the high school librarian), unfortunately for my brother and fortunately for me since I can hog the computer all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got to insert a little bloghopping and realized that many of my friends online have either moved to tumblr, is more active at tumblr, deleted their blogs, are not updating their blogs anymore or have also started college and are therefore busier than the bees so I've deleted around five of the people who used to be in my blogroll. Image &lt;a href="http://bartoz.deviantart.com/"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7624833008269899257?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7624833008269899257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-give-myself-creeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7624833008269899257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7624833008269899257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-give-myself-creeps.html' title='Sometimes, I give myself the creeps.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TL6GxsATb9I/AAAAAAAADQA/ifhqrf8JmQ8/s72-c/Rain__by_BartoZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-6392409426281236959</id><published>2010-10-18T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:57:36.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fonts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>It's so pathetic, I can't get over any of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLv87_uxVcI/AAAAAAAADP4/b3_JPaIC_8I/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLv87_uxVcI/AAAAAAAADP4/b3_JPaIC_8I/s400/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529291075177502146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since there's nothing else to do, I've returned to downloading free fonts! XD Also, you might be thinking that I'm getting them from dafont which is an absolute no. Turns out, dafont doesn't kind of work really well with mom's computer so I turned to deviantART instead. I'm listing out the first ten I've downloaded so you can search for them at DA since I kind of forgot crediting their amazing creators once I got to using them at MS Word, Picasa and the like. I'm pretty sure I'll be downloading more though. Hope you enjoy them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special K&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evolution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday Morning Garage Sale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sliced AB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alliewriting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amputa Bangiz Standard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plague Death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Nate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madsch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The font I used above isn't from dA by the way. I downloaded it long ago, sometime when I was still a high school senior. It's called Today and I think it's actually dafont. Oh well, you'll just have to check, won't you? And the message in the image is a name of a song from My Chemical Romance, I guess. I did the thing this morning along with some other more since the internet was crappy this morning, so therefore it's mine whichever way you say or look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-6392409426281236959?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/6392409426281236959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-so-pathetic-i-cant-get-over-any-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6392409426281236959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6392409426281236959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-so-pathetic-i-cant-get-over-any-of.html' title='It&apos;s so pathetic, I can&apos;t get over any of it.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLv87_uxVcI/AAAAAAAADP4/b3_JPaIC_8I/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8029208191692906168</id><published>2010-10-16T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:10:44.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>'Cause you caught me offguard, now I'm running &amp; screaming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TL-ff0U4ruI/AAAAAAAADQY/xrr3COZQXqk/s1600/Typewriter_by_bloodXorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TL-ff0U4ruI/AAAAAAAADQY/xrr3COZQXqk/s400/Typewriter_by_bloodXorange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530314236405264098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just changed the computer's desktop wallpaper to a new one but is again from Happy Tree Friends 'cause I just love their desktop calendars, since well, unlike other desktop wallpapers, theirs come with calendars. I've actually been trying to download it for days but the internet just won't freaking cooperate as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I can't always be on the computer, I've decided I should look for another hobby in the meantime so that my brain cells won't commit apoptosis just so they can do something during their spare time. I've tried my hand at writing stories again, as in with pen and paper, but to no avail. I just wasted a page of a filler I might've used for college this second semester. So I turned to ridiculing my mother's old typewriter (there are new typewriters out there, believe it or not, and they're electronic plus they look a lot like thick keyboards) but I turned to trying it out seriously for myself and enjoyed it (I know, I can't believe it myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first run on it was a letter for an ex but I didn't like it so I just threw it away. My second run, I wrote a letter to anyone, narrating my experience with the typewriter. Since then and until this morning, I keep asking my mom questions about it like what if its "ink" runs out (it doesn't actually uses ink, it uses some kind of ribbon and according to my mom, you can also use the other side of it when the side you're using has already ran out of "ink"). Image &lt;a href="http://bloodxorange.deviantart.com/"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8029208191692906168?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8029208191692906168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-you-caught-me-offguard-now-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8029208191692906168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8029208191692906168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-you-caught-me-offguard-now-im.html' title='&apos;Cause you caught me offguard, now I&apos;m running &amp; screaming.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TL-ff0U4ruI/AAAAAAAADQY/xrr3COZQXqk/s72-c/Typewriter_by_bloodXorange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5640349387285412260</id><published>2010-10-15T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:46:03.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoilers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Going in for the kill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLgGAPjgVSI/AAAAAAAADPw/cxWgTTWcPJs/s1600/DeathNote_Bookmarks_by_Harusaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLgGAPjgVSI/AAAAAAAADPw/cxWgTTWcPJs/s400/DeathNote_Bookmarks_by_Harusaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528175143842501922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've finally finished watching Deathnote (or Death Note, whichever you guys prefer) and I must say I'm pretty impressed with how things turned out, the plot of the story itself and such. And yes! I got to finish watching it first before my brother did! ^_^ For the next things I'm going to comment about, please be warned that they may be considered spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raito does die but Lawliet goes ahead (yay for Light!) and I don't think Near really deserves much credit for catching Kira since in the first place, every single investigation, evidence and things in relation have been handed to him on a silver platter. Actually, he just bases all of his next moves on this things and what Mello will be doing. I still do think Ryuzaki is way better than he is. If only Kira wasn't Light, Yagami-kun would have still been the best successor to L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a shame as well that Teru Mikami did what he did because if not for that, Kira wouldn't have been caught and a new world, almost free of criminals and useless people would have been indeed created. I do also actually think Mello is better than Near, although I am siding with Near regarding being logical and whatnot, since he actually risked his life so many times in order to get to Kira first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like Misa Amane's character just as I don't like Near's and Mello's but I find Watari's very cool. It is also very much unfortunate that Yagami-san had to die like that and thank God, Light didn't have to write his sister's name in the Death Note. I feel very sad for her though because after being kidnapped and returned unharmed, maybe because of trauma, she becomes unresponsive to others and is unable to continue on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ryuk very, very much but when I saw the trailer of the first movie made regarding Death Note, I have to admit he looks so much scarier in real life (haha). I haven't watched the full movie though, just some parts and the trailer. I didn't continue watching because I didn't really feel like the way I felt like towards watching the anime while watching the film. I found the image of the bookmarks at &lt;a href="http://harusaki.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt; and I think I'd actually buy them if they existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5640349387285412260?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5640349387285412260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-in-for-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5640349387285412260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5640349387285412260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-in-for-kill.html' title='Going in for the kill.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLgGAPjgVSI/AAAAAAAADPw/cxWgTTWcPJs/s72-c/DeathNote_Bookmarks_by_Harusaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1762214678637479675</id><published>2010-10-12T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:26:27.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Ignorance is your new bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLfl3vyO8cI/AAAAAAAADPo/ewRfu1trlq0/s1600/Artist-6926828-anberlin_img01_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLfl3vyO8cI/AAAAAAAADPo/ewRfu1trlq0/s400/Artist-6926828-anberlin_img01_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528139813503300034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I have been downloading tons of music lately since we're already feeling free and shit 'cause semestral break's coming up (mines is taking place next week, I'm not sure when his is though). He's downloading tons of songs from anime and well, me, I'm downloading normal songs as usual. xD Here's the list (songs I've downloaded only since adding those he downloaded to this list will make it lengthier and a lot more boring):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fairest One of All by The Spin Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glass to the Arson by Anberlin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straight to Your Heart by The Spin Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cover of Katy Perry's Waking Up in Vegas by Swing the Coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Did It Right by The Spin Room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the First Time by The Script&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So Far, So Good by Rival Summers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy by David Lehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fast Lane by The Spin Room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreaming at Hello by David Lehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cover of JB's When You Look Me in the Eyes by Swing the Coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say Something by David Lehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pop Disaster by The Spin Room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eleven Eleven by David Lehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Day Late by Anberlin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cover of Ally Rhodes' Baby by David Lehr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sound (John M. Perkins' Blues) by Switchfoot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mainstream Prom Queen by Swing the Coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Say a Thing by David Lehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cover of Bruno Mars' Just the Way You Are by Swing the Coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ready Fuels by Anberlin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I personally love A Day Late, next is The Sound, followed by For the First Time. Listening to David Lehr, The Spin Room, and Rival Summers (he has other songs, it's just I have to pay to get a copy of them so..) are really nice and refreshing while Swing the Coast's covers make me kind of laugh but not because they're bad but because.. just because. XD Image of Anberlin above is from PureVolume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1762214678637479675?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1762214678637479675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/ignorance-is-your-new-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1762214678637479675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1762214678637479675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/ignorance-is-your-new-bestfriend.html' title='Ignorance is your new bestfriend.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLfl3vyO8cI/AAAAAAAADPo/ewRfu1trlq0/s72-c/Artist-6926828-anberlin_img01_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-912686435152472581</id><published>2010-10-12T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:43:52.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>Here's to ranting like there's no tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLOuTUhPqJI/AAAAAAAADPY/bRqVga116qg/s1600/the_cycle_of_math__by_KittyPaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLOuTUhPqJI/AAAAAAAADPY/bRqVga116qg/s400/the_cycle_of_math__by_KittyPaint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526952814662625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I thought today would be a lot harder and a lot more different than my two previous final examinations for this semester but as it turns out, it seems like my professors are just as lazy as we are students 'cause just like my exams in biological science or NS201 (NS201, not NS1 because there are tons of Natural Science courses you can take and biological science's code turned out to be 201, I'll be taking another natural science course next semester which is earth science and hopefully like all of my seniors are telling me, it'll be a hell lot easier than bio since bio almost took me to the freaking edge) and developmental reading or Eng105 (I'm also currently taking up Eng1 so all in all, I'm taking up 2 English courses, imagine that), they also gave us exams consisting of purely multiple choices with the exception of Philippine history since it also had an essay but when you think about it, the essay doesn't really matter (it just asks you 'bout your opinions and shit, I don't even know what got into my prof in that course that made her include that waste of time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's a jumbled mess of dates from history, equations from math and kinds of sacrifices from theology. Damn. Good thing I don't have exams tomorrow (but I do have one on Wednesday and it's at 7AM which is a double damn in my opinion). I absolutely advice you to click on the image above for a better view since I think it's a really nice image showing you my current stand regarding mathematics. It's from &lt;a href="http://kittypaint.deviantart.com/"&gt;Missus Mosley&lt;/a&gt; of deviantART by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-912686435152472581?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/912686435152472581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/heres-to-ranting-like-theres-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/912686435152472581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/912686435152472581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/heres-to-ranting-like-theres-no.html' title='Here&apos;s to ranting like there&apos;s no tomorrow.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLOuTUhPqJI/AAAAAAAADPY/bRqVga116qg/s72-c/the_cycle_of_math__by_KittyPaint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-6585259481459064288</id><published>2010-10-11T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:49:48.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Oh the fucking shame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLPYhILEj-I/AAAAAAAADPg/JgoTB818EG8/s1600/ba9f833303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLPYhILEj-I/AAAAAAAADPg/JgoTB818EG8/s400/ba9f833303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526999231354933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I've been missing a lot of awesome foreign acts lately, namely Adam Lambert and John Mayer. I guess I'll just settle with watching a Ben10 marathon (including the movie to which, no actual offense meant, my friends say is a lot of crap) at my brother's favorite channel instead and maybe finally watch Death Note properly (since my bro only got the Japanese version with the small English subtitles which annoys him to death 'cause he has to pause every now and then to actually understand what's happening and which makes me smirk, just a little, due to the fact that it doesn't really give me a hard time even though I'm the one with the second set of eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-6585259481459064288?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/6585259481459064288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-fucking-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6585259481459064288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6585259481459064288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-fucking-shame.html' title='Oh the fucking shame.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TLPYhILEj-I/AAAAAAAADPg/JgoTB818EG8/s72-c/ba9f833303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-158886471030215117</id><published>2010-09-07T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:08:54.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eh. I kind of don&apos;t know what the lyrics to Teenage Dream is so sorry.'/><title type='text'>'Cause boy, you're amazing just the way you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wlW5c4tInvY" frameborder="0" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just amazing. Oh wait, it's not just amazing. It was so amazing, I was like "whaaat?!" with my jaw kind of dropping and I was like oh gosh, I just have to freaking see more of that shit. So you probably know what I'm doing by now.. yep, you guessed that right. I'm watching more videos from this guy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-158886471030215117?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/158886471030215117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/cause-boy-youre-amazing-just-way-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/158886471030215117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/158886471030215117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/cause-boy-youre-amazing-just-way-you.html' title='&apos;Cause boy, you&apos;re amazing just the way you are.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wlW5c4tInvY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3749006760768728522</id><published>2010-09-06T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:30:31.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s not like it&apos;s that illegal or some shit. Have fun.'/><title type='text'>It's supposed to be an award thing but oh well, never mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually got this from ate &lt;a href="http://rynishai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still tagging myself anyways 'cause I have no idea what else to publish here. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7 Things I want to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've always loved playgrounds and I always tend to gravitate to this part of every village, park and subdivision. (I swear, IDK why. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not exactly claustrophobic but I hate getting cooped up for a long, long time in a closed room with tons of people (especially if they're people I don't know).&lt;br /&gt;3. I like singing a lot but singing isn't really one of my strongest points.&lt;br /&gt;4. The course I'm currently taking up in college has a PhD thing and the only way to achieve that is go to the U.S. which I promise to myself I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am easily moved to tears. I can even cry while reading this fan fiction 'cause it moved me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;6. I sometimes wished that I was instead awesome at math and science rather than at reading and language.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am afraid of getting married and having kids but the idea of a family excites me a whole freaking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you feel like answering the tag yourself, go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3749006760768728522?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3749006760768728522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-supposed-to-be-award-thing-but-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3749006760768728522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3749006760768728522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-supposed-to-be-award-thing-but-oh.html' title='It&apos;s supposed to be an award thing but oh well, never mind.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2064653719896042336</id><published>2010-09-04T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:48:21.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My soul is crying without asking why.'/><title type='text'>I told her I'm not gonna run away but let me go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oe4Ic7fHWf8" width="560" frameborder="0" height="340"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh? Comments, anyone? Haha, I myself am speechless, believe it or not. And I found that absolutely hilarious, if you'll ask me about it. XD BTW, basic info for the vid and these are all courtesy of Wikipedia: the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;femme fatale&lt;/span&gt; is a French supermodel called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laetitia Casta&lt;/span&gt; and the colorful maxi dress she wears in one of the scenes is from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mara Hoffman&lt;/span&gt; and it costs $1,058. The video was shot in a chateau at France and Rihanna plays Casta's love interest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthony Mandler&lt;/span&gt;, her long time director since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfaithful&lt;/span&gt; last 2006, also directed this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2064653719896042336?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2064653719896042336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-told-her-im-not-gonna-run-away-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2064653719896042336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2064653719896042336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-told-her-im-not-gonna-run-away-but.html' title='I told her I&apos;m not gonna run away but let me go.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Oe4Ic7fHWf8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8125222002189212640</id><published>2010-09-03T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:47:21.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You have left this world and disappointed everyone that I love.'/><title type='text'>I know you can't hear me. I'm so sorry I fucked this up again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TIcrjJGZ-3I/AAAAAAAADPA/qKPOhQePi5Q/s1600/33924731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://a.imageshack.us/img517/4232/33924731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514424151476665202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate having free time because it makes me think about shit a lot like.. how I realized that to me, awesome bands or solo artists don't have to have their songs playing in the radio for them to be considered absolutely awesome (and for everyone to hear) and that bands who are really great with songs can also do great instrumentals when they want to 'cause that just proves how amazing they can get. (I don't know where that really stemmed out from but hell, who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like there's this band at PureVolume called The Motel Life and I tried listening to them again today since yeah, well, I had tons of free time before school and well, I noticed they had a kind of instrumental song and it was really good and I didn't exactly expect that from them. Lyrics up there and down under are actually the only lyrics from their song, Good Morning. You better check out why at their &lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=276153256&amp;amp;blogId=466484840"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;. BTW, I seriously, seriously wish you'd click their image above for a better, larger picture which is from their official &lt;a href="http://themotellife.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Linkin Park (from their album, Minutes to Midnight I think, or something like that) is a good example with that song, Wake. Panic at the Disco, when there were still four of them in the band, also had a somewhat creepy instrumental called Intermission and I'm just not so sure about it but I think that's from the album, I Write Sins, Not Tragedies or whichever of their albums that has that. (Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8125222002189212640?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8125222002189212640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-you-cant-hear-me-im-so-sorry-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8125222002189212640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8125222002189212640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-you-cant-hear-me-im-so-sorry-i.html' title='I know you can&apos;t hear me. I&apos;m so sorry I fucked this up again.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7122968634703430871</id><published>2010-09-02T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:26:57.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokio Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Will you stand the pain when I'm by your side?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ndEeA-cMxWw" frameborder="0" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I honestly only heard the song last week when this video was actually posted at YouTube sometime during June this year. Anyways, this is the latest song I'm loving from the band and I think it sucks how people keep on comparing Bill to Lady Gaga and Adam Lambert 'cause I don't think there should be any comparing since they are all freaking awesome musicians or artists in their own rights. Oh and look out at 2:32, is that a piano with an actual fire or what? Haha. Unfortunately, I don't who that guy at the piano is. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7122968634703430871?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7122968634703430871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-you-stand-pain-when-im-by-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7122968634703430871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7122968634703430871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-you-stand-pain-when-im-by-your.html' title='Will you stand the pain when I&apos;m by your side?'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ndEeA-cMxWw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5180390284769652026</id><published>2010-08-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:26:15.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She said composure got the best of me while I lie face down on the ground.'/><title type='text'>This how it goes, you should already know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of utilizing the day and making the most out of it by studying for my bio exam tomorrow, I have decided to download songs instead because that sounds a little more fun that having to face notes all day long and since I'm a lazy ass like that. Here are the songs I've downloaded so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Bizarro  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Afterlife Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How Things Go  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Motel Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like a Million Lights  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We Were Thinking Of Evolving…  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K Será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We Go Tonight  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeperstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Marathon Runner  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ethnographers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unusual  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin McCullough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worth the Wait by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights Out Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Can't Explain It by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show Me the Skyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Title above and lyrics below are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Motel Life&lt;/span&gt;'s How Things Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5180390284769652026?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5180390284769652026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-how-it-goes-you-should-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5180390284769652026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5180390284769652026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-how-it-goes-you-should-already.html' title='This how it goes, you should already know.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5706588182077004602</id><published>2010-08-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:41:46.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My castles are falling but I can&apos;t look into the street without everything changing.'/><title type='text'>And then she looked at me to scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TGJRt31HZ7I/AAAAAAAADN8/pnHYUEmQxk0/s1600/exams_by_alivenotdead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TGJRt31HZ7I/AAAAAAAADN8/pnHYUEmQxk0/s400/exams_by_alivenotdead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504051543122864050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my room would've looked like right now if I was at home, memorizing every inch of my notes and the book I have for biology because this was how my room and my desk looked like when I was studying for developmental reading, Philippine history, Filipino, algebra, theology, and English during the past three days every time I had free time so I'm actually grateful that we have a two-day break before biology on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else my head would've burst open already. And I bet you wouldn't like that picture very much. Today's the first day and I'm savoring every minute of it (even though I had to help my mom sort out her papers this morning) by not staying at home (though I still brought some of my handouts with me, who knows when I might feel like studying already, right?). Lyrics below and title above are lyrics from Something Corporate's Good News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5706588182077004602?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5706588182077004602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-then-she-looked-at-me-to-scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5706588182077004602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5706588182077004602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-then-she-looked-at-me-to-scream.html' title='And then she looked at me to scream.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TGJRt31HZ7I/AAAAAAAADN8/pnHYUEmQxk0/s72-c/exams_by_alivenotdead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4371181464264584496</id><published>2010-08-11T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:36:59.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s with a water bottle that we&apos;re sure is going to be a one-hit wonder.'/><title type='text'>Have you seen and heard Justin Bieber's latest duet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gV9j1Kgymbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gV9j1Kgymbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some concerned comments at YouTube include my personal favorite, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is the water bottle okay?"&lt;/span&gt;. No offense, people. And besides, I admit to listening to the Bieber sometimes too. Ugh, I had to wake up early and go home kind of late today because I had an exam this morning at 7am which lasted until 8:30 in the morning and then my last exam today was at 5:30 in the afternoon and ended at around six in the evening. And to think we should consider ourselves lucky 'cause we only have three exams today and that we even have long breaks in between programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4371181464264584496?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4371181464264584496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-seen-and-heard-justin-biebers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4371181464264584496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4371181464264584496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-seen-and-heard-justin-biebers.html' title='Have you seen and heard Justin Bieber&apos;s latest duet?'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5953508515603341104</id><published>2010-08-10T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:50:51.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I bet if I give all my love then nothing&apos;s gonna tear us apart.'/><title type='text'>I better find your love and I better find your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TGOJX-LU8mI/AAAAAAAADOU/myMFhUiiROI/s1600/ust-fiction-workshop-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TGOJX-LU8mI/AAAAAAAADOU/myMFhUiiROI/s400/ust-fiction-workshop-poster.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504394214497383010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been contemplating joining this for a while now and I totally forgot about it since yesterday because we have preliminary exams this week for our first semester and my first year at the University of Santo Tomas so I never really got to pass an entry or even make one. I don't mind much though because when I saw the article about it at the school's site, I found out that it was kind of a huge deal with professors actually judging or criticizing submitted pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5953508515603341104?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5953508515603341104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-better-find-your-love-and-i-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5953508515603341104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5953508515603341104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-better-find-your-love-and-i-better.html' title='I better find your love and I better find your heart.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TGOJX-LU8mI/AAAAAAAADOU/myMFhUiiROI/s72-c/ust-fiction-workshop-poster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1348929800327038414</id><published>2010-08-09T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:29:45.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One move can make you believe like there&apos;s something more.'/><title type='text'>People dance because dance can change things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQeaAg62_xY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQeaAg62_xY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch this so bad but I don't think I can because first, school makes me pretty busy nowadays and second, I don't think I'll be able to save up enough cash for a quick trip to the mall and a movie with my friends. God, who knew I could them this freaking much? Title above and label/s below are quotes from the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1348929800327038414?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1348929800327038414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-dance-because-dance-can-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1348929800327038414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1348929800327038414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-dance-because-dance-can-change.html' title='People dance because dance can change things.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5898525988237024710</id><published>2010-07-17T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:58:54.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I am and I stand so tall; just the way I&apos;m supposed to be.'/><title type='text'>Set me free, leave me be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="310"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many people loved Sara first for Love Song but unlike mostly everyone else, I actually fell for her when I first heard this and that's 'cause a friend recommended it (now that's a friend, a friend knows what you like and what you don't so much like). I think I liked it so much because it's not really loud or pop-pish like some songs today and it's kind of subtle, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5898525988237024710?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5898525988237024710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/07/set-me-free-leave-me-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5898525988237024710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5898525988237024710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/07/set-me-free-leave-me-be.html' title='Set me free, leave me be.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-772200021486793101</id><published>2010-06-20T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:53:29.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give me a reason to believe so give me all your poison and give me all your pills.'/><title type='text'>Love it or leave it, you can't understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ust.edu.ph/images/images/stories/homebanner/banner02_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TCLOSs7ITdI/AAAAAAAADNs/aLM5zUJcGPw/s400/banner_04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486174116782820818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pretty busy today since we don't have enough reference books at home and since our computer is still not being repaired. I had to go to the mall to check on the internet for some stuff concerning my homework in Philippine history and since my hour there was up before I really had gotten much out of it (okay, I admit, Facebook was a huge distraction) so I visited my mom who at that time was still at work (she's a librarian) and looked up some books there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-772200021486793101?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/772200021486793101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-it-or-leave-it-you-cant-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/772200021486793101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/772200021486793101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-it-or-leave-it-you-cant-understand.html' title='Love it or leave it, you can&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TCLOSs7ITdI/AAAAAAAADNs/aLM5zUJcGPw/s72-c/banner_04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1842641116010809928</id><published>2010-06-19T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:14:22.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So tonight -- I&apos;m going to find a way to make it without you.'/><title type='text'>And all the time, you were telling me lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF1wZQzpeKA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF1wZQzpeKA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="310" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, we had our first meeting concerning my physical education course this morning so I decided to leave my house early since we live so far, far away (okay, not that far, I'm just exaggerating, just far) and then I arrived at school way too early (or maybe a little early, I'm not sure 'cause I had sit somewhere and listen to music for a while while texting people and scanning some stuff for our recitation in Biology 'cause we're required to actually recite there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently pondering about my physical education uniform problem 'cause I'm not so sure if we had already paid for it during my enrollment or not so 'cause I didn't know about shit when i was enrolling my ass. If we didn't pay for it then for sure, I have no uniform whatsoever ('cause mom won't surely be able to give me cash at such short notice) and therefore, I'll have to dig my closet for something that passes as a sports attire for the time being which is surely humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1842641116010809928?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1842641116010809928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-all-time-you-were-telling-me-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1842641116010809928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1842641116010809928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-all-time-you-were-telling-me-lies.html' title='And all the time, you were telling me lies.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2065123414441882576</id><published>2010-06-18T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:37:29.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And I promised myself that I’d do anything at all for them to notice me.'/><title type='text'>When I was young, I wanted attention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ust.edu.ph/images/images/stories/homebanner/banner_04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TCLHV-gHTaI/AAAAAAAADNk/sV17GSRQALg/s400/banner_04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486166476459560354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share what our prof (she's a lady by the way and a pretty old one at that) at my Filipino course told our class upon entering our class with a side dish of a frowning face (I'm supposed to be on my way home already since my house is pretty far and I commute). Of course, she expressed this in our local national tongue, but I'm posting it this way so that everyone can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You guys only met for two days yet with the way you're chatting with your classmates like you're in the marketplace doesn't look like you've only met for such a short span of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we (me and my blockmates or classmates, whichever works I think) were all like just looking at her (you know when people's jaws drop, the look on their face when they do that, just without the jaws dropping). And then she continued to rant on about how our program really has that reputation (being noisy all the time). But come ooooon, seriously, how can we cause so much chaos when only a few people are even enrolled in the program. Helloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2065123414441882576?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2065123414441882576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-was-young-i-wanted-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2065123414441882576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2065123414441882576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-was-young-i-wanted-attention.html' title='When I was young, I wanted attention.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TCLHV-gHTaI/AAAAAAAADNk/sV17GSRQALg/s72-c/banner_04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4808743085721284965</id><published>2010-06-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:40:34.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The sky resembles a back lit canopy with holes punched in it.'/><title type='text'>The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5FBN_5B84U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5FBN_5B84U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="310" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today wasn't that bad. We had to write down some stuff (which I honestly didn't expect) like topic outlines, the professor's names, their grading systems, and their rules and regulations. Philippine history looks tough but that's 'cause mom already threw all of my reference books on that course (otherwise known as the infamous textbooks) due to the fact that we both thought at that time that I won't be needing them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics looks brighter than most of my courses though (another unexpected thing huh) but that's just because we're almost recapping stuff I learned during my fourth year in high school. Biology looks, sounds and feels like it's the toughest course I'll be taking this semester with the professor not even going soft for a minute or two. Theology is well.. it's theology. It may not be that hard but it can get hard if the professor decides on it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4808743085721284965?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4808743085721284965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/ocean-looks-like-thousand-diamonds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4808743085721284965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4808743085721284965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/ocean-looks-like-thousand-diamonds.html' title='The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-108550567859062564</id><published>2010-06-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:12:00.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nor could I ever own what&apos;s mine when you&apos;re always taking sides but you won&apos;t take away my pride.'/><title type='text'>I can't win your losing fight all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBb4yKMDq5I/AAAAAAAADNc/Wk3OGZr8Rc8/s1600/00254337-575133_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBb4yKMDq5I/AAAAAAAADNc/Wk3OGZr8Rc8/s400/00254337-575133_200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482843136982231954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I waaaaant! |: Just one of those things I'll never be able to have because I'll never be able to afford yet again. Anyways, I heard that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celtics &lt;/span&gt;are  leading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Finals&lt;/span&gt; against the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; huh. Will there be a Game 7? And who knows what's up with the World Cup? Label/s and title are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-108550567859062564?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/108550567859062564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-win-your-losing-fight-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/108550567859062564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/108550567859062564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-win-your-losing-fight-all-time.html' title='I can&apos;t win your losing fight all the time.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBb4yKMDq5I/AAAAAAAADNc/Wk3OGZr8Rc8/s72-c/00254337-575133_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2573235470380518128</id><published>2010-06-14T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:56:00.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This sucks like crazy as hell. Ugh.'/><title type='text'>Holy shit, I think I'd rather die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBHtOn_yXLI/AAAAAAAADNU/6U_YpZeTeBY/s1600/tumblr_l3p2x4kl0z1qaa7h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBHtOn_yXLI/AAAAAAAADNU/6U_YpZeTeBY/s400/tumblr_l3p2x4kl0z1qaa7h1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481423056997080242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't fucking believe that of all things that I can miss at the moment (like not being able to watch some great movies that are at the effing cinemas as of the moment like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marmaduke&lt;/span&gt;), I will be missing the chance to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt; (okay, so they got me hooked on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, Soul Sister&lt;/span&gt; but so what, I love tons of their other songs too since then). Source of all this almost melodramatic commotion? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;. This is taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hating school&lt;/span&gt; to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2573235470380518128?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2573235470380518128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-shit-i-think-id-rather-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2573235470380518128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2573235470380518128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-shit-i-think-id-rather-die.html' title='Holy shit, I think I&apos;d rather die.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBHtOn_yXLI/AAAAAAAADNU/6U_YpZeTeBY/s72-c/tumblr_l3p2x4kl0z1qaa7h1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7956656634629911028</id><published>2010-06-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:30:29.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You love me for who I am like the stars hold the moon; right there where they belong.'/><title type='text'>Everbody needs a beautiful melody when the nights are long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzYnTEVBPWA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzYnTEVBPWA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="530" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been adoring this song for some days now though it's not my LSS (thank God actually, for that, 'cause that'd just suck). I guess I really like how she looks like here (now that's something) and how she sounds like in the song (it sounds different to me compared to her previous songs), plus I have now proven that I have the thing for duets like these (you guys should listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laura Pausini&lt;/span&gt;'s and James Blunt's It is My Song or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primavera in Anticipo&lt;/span&gt;). Totally amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7956656634629911028?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7956656634629911028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/everbody-needs-soul-beautiful-melody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7956656634629911028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7956656634629911028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/everbody-needs-soul-beautiful-melody.html' title='Everbody needs a beautiful melody when the nights are long.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7191146963895618765</id><published>2010-06-12T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:32:00.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome huh. =D'/><title type='text'>Emilio Aguinaldo says Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/168/2/b/Lomo_Flag_by_beepbeep29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBHoZHwghOI/AAAAAAAADNM/uYrgAU6U9HI/s320/Lomo_Flag_by_beepbeep29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481417739763483874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suggest you click the image for a full view of it 'cause it just make sit look a whole lot more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfection personified&lt;/span&gt; I swear (everything's just fucking breathtaking with that picture and I'm not just saying that 'cause it's my motherland's special day today). Although the twelfth signifies tons of shit to me actually.. like my birthday's on a twelfth, I had my first boyfriend on a twelfth, et cetera. Anyways, did you know that The Philippines was only truly independent on 07/04/46?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7191146963895618765?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7191146963895618765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/emilio-aguinaldo-says-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7191146963895618765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7191146963895618765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/emilio-aguinaldo-says-happy.html' title='Emilio Aguinaldo says Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBHoZHwghOI/AAAAAAAADNM/uYrgAU6U9HI/s72-c/Lomo_Flag_by_beepbeep29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1743315485787657487</id><published>2010-06-11T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:32:19.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This eez a rather clever device and et shaves you quite smoothly.'/><title type='text'>My whole family have been in Slytherin...maybe I'll break tradition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5PEkdneMBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5PEkdneMBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved this song and I think the video's absolutely great although it was mainly black and white (and I like tons of color in videos). The analog polygraph is just epic and I don't think I can look at a lie detector the same way ever again (I hope they're really like that in real life so we we actually get to know what the lie is and what isn't). Oh wait, I suddenly remember this truth potion (or serum, I think) in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; universe called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veritaserum&lt;/span&gt;. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1743315485787657487?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1743315485787657487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-whole-family-have-been-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1743315485787657487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1743315485787657487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-whole-family-have-been-in.html' title='My whole family have been in Slytherin...maybe I&apos;ll break tradition.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7292343731884649432</id><published>2010-06-10T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:22:50.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m glad to say that we met but I&apos;m sad to say that the circumstances weren&apos;t on our side.'/><title type='text'>On a skyscrape, on a mountain, oh yeah, whatever it takes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBCKs4jlr7I/AAAAAAAADNA/jk4L_111w9c/s1600/BreeTannerCover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBCKs4jlr7I/AAAAAAAADNA/jk4L_111w9c/s400/BreeTannerCover.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481033250210426802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not that obsessed to buy this but I definitely think it's worth the buy if ever since one dollar from each physical copy sold will be donated to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Red Cross&lt;/span&gt; (I'm just not so sure though if the same thing will happen here, like if they would turn pesos to dollars then ship the money off there). Anyways, if you can't afford it now but you swear you'll buy it sooner or later, go &lt;a href="http://breetanner.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the whole thing for free online (and yes, you can't download it, sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7292343731884649432?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7292343731884649432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-park-bench-on-skyscrape-on-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7292343731884649432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7292343731884649432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-park-bench-on-skyscrape-on-mountain.html' title='On a skyscrape, on a mountain, oh yeah, whatever it takes.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TBCKs4jlr7I/AAAAAAAADNA/jk4L_111w9c/s72-c/BreeTannerCover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7790879166607630147</id><published>2010-06-09T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:05:29.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh as much as you choose but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.'/><title type='text'>Do clear them too, or we shall be obliged to think ill of somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niqrrmev4mA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/niqrrmev4mA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="530" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hunting for layouts lately since I got tired of my last one and I found the task hard because there may be many layouts for Blogger out there but there are only a select few which are really nice to the eyes so I'm very happy that at least, I finally settled for one. I tried to change the banner ('cause most likely, I'm sharing this skin with other people out there and I want to at least try to stand out concerning that part) but I couldn't find any that is just as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7790879166607630147?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7790879166607630147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-clear-them-too-or-we-shall-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7790879166607630147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7790879166607630147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-clear-them-too-or-we-shall-be.html' title='Do clear them too, or we shall be obliged to think ill of somebody.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7349653144683662352</id><published>2010-06-09T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:55:18.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bring the tears from out of your eyes; just leave it up to me.'/><title type='text'>The times have changed us, our silence is deafening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TA3_zhI4iFI/AAAAAAAADM4/Ylev8ZpMBrQ/s1600/D700-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TA3_zhI4iFI/AAAAAAAADM4/Ylev8ZpMBrQ/s400/D700-400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480317582113802322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is definitely half amazing and half not so much 'cause I got to hang out with a real photographer (not one of those posers who think they're all that already when you own a DSLR 'cause that's stupid if you ask me), as in someone who gets cash out of his work, for hours this afternoon. Thing is, I went there as a representative of the yearbook (he's our official photographer) and I waited for some people (people who didn't get graduation pictures) but no one came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7349653144683662352?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7349653144683662352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/times-have-changed-us-our-silence-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7349653144683662352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7349653144683662352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/times-have-changed-us-our-silence-is.html' title='The times have changed us, our silence is deafening.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TA3_zhI4iFI/AAAAAAAADM4/Ylev8ZpMBrQ/s72-c/D700-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3786775001122862031</id><published>2010-06-07T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:31:18.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I would recommend that you live with no regrets and even if it seems like the world is crashing on you.'/><title type='text'>There's a fire in your eyes and I hope you let it burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXH5yL8bDbU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXH5yL8bDbU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first video I've seen from them. Anyways, I have no idea what else to blab about today except for the facts that our computer at home can't be used as of the moment (we may need to replace the CPU, it won't turn on) and that I'm currently listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Hate This Part &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;  (it's one of those songs of theirs that I really like) with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt; next in line. Label/s below and title above are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeen Ain't So Sweet&lt;/span&gt; (and from my current experiences, believe me when I say I agree) by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3786775001122862031?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3786775001122862031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovers-are-losing-by-keane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3786775001122862031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3786775001122862031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovers-are-losing-by-keane.html' title='There&apos;s a fire in your eyes and I hope you let it burn.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8071596301410151485</id><published>2010-06-07T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:49:21.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t forget to check the obvious; we are so serious so I guess it all comes down to how curious you can be.'/><title type='text'>We keep ourselves a mystery but we provide the clues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAx8jLjq_yI/AAAAAAAADMw/vKAxf1ZNBko/s1600/OMG_what_have_I_done_by_paintmewet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAx8jLjq_yI/AAAAAAAADMw/vKAxf1ZNBko/s400/OMG_what_have_I_done_by_paintmewet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479891790442725154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deviantART&lt;/span&gt; this morning (I have this habit of cannot helping but go there and lurk around, looking for eye candy once in a while especially when I feel like I don't have anything else to do with my time but I don't do it a lot 'cause it takes a lot of time for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dA&lt;/span&gt; to load, must be due to my internet connection but who fucking cares, and I'd rather spend my time reading fan fiction than ogling pictures). Label/s and title are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute is What We Aim For&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a Class For This&lt;/span&gt; (though I'm currently listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Fine Frenzy&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost Lover&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8071596301410151485?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8071596301410151485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-keep-ourselves-mystery-but-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8071596301410151485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8071596301410151485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-keep-ourselves-mystery-but-we.html' title='We keep ourselves a mystery but we provide the clues.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAx8jLjq_yI/AAAAAAAADMw/vKAxf1ZNBko/s72-c/OMG_what_have_I_done_by_paintmewet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8834701843817142446</id><published>2010-06-06T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:26:38.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go ahead and blame who you wanna blame; it&apos;s not gonna change anything.'/><title type='text'>When you've got no side to side with, you'll deal with that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/88RNU719AYE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/88RNU719AYE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Gagita&lt;/span&gt;'s and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haronce&lt;/span&gt;'s parody of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telephone&lt;/span&gt;. Blame the boredom, I never actually imagined that I would watch this but I did, thanks to someone's suggestion. I don't find it that bad but I guess it could use a little fix here and there. Label/s below and title above are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say What You Wanna Say&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hit the Lights&lt;/span&gt; ('cause I was listening to that previously but now I'm listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fidelity&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boys of Summer&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ataris&lt;/span&gt; in tow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8834701843817142446?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8834701843817142446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-youve-got-no-side-to-side-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8834701843817142446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8834701843817142446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-youve-got-no-side-to-side-with.html' title='When you&apos;ve got no side to side with, you&apos;ll deal with that.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3420935163857063914</id><published>2010-06-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:38:50.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A melancholy town where we never smile and all I wanna hear is the message beep.'/><title type='text'>You won't get out the county, 'cause you're bad and free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAitCYjKY8I/AAAAAAAADMo/EDB_sbz7AXk/s1600/abfab42e03ffe3a4fdd65b9a60796dd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAitCYjKY8I/AAAAAAAADMo/EDB_sbz7AXk/s400/abfab42e03ffe3a4fdd65b9a60796dd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478819203157484482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cute thing's not mine, I saw it at DA and thought I should share it with you since it's the &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/#/d2r247u"&gt;epitome&lt;/a&gt; of prettyness. I've just downloaded stuff I never dreamed I'd download just to make my music player happy (I swear, I think he's been depressed for sometime now since it's been so long since I've downloaded some new songs, although I do download songs once in a while, just not new ones since new ones tend to get a lot of mainstream plays in the radio). Label/s and title are lyrics from Feel Good Inc. by The Gorillaz ('cause it does make feel good, harhar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3420935163857063914?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3420935163857063914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-wont-get-out-county-cause-youre-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3420935163857063914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3420935163857063914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-wont-get-out-county-cause-youre-bad.html' title='You won&apos;t get out the county, &apos;cause you&apos;re bad and free.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAitCYjKY8I/AAAAAAAADMo/EDB_sbz7AXk/s72-c/abfab42e03ffe3a4fdd65b9a60796dd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-320943637583259983</id><published>2010-06-04T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:52:26.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.'/><title type='text'>If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3snQZIaR6CI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3snQZIaR6CI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video above is a clip from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;. It's not really in the book but neither is the field trip scene in the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; movie and I really think it's funny that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felix&lt;/span&gt; pronounces &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aro&lt;/span&gt;'s name like it's spelled Harro. No offense meant by the way. Title and label/s are quotes from the book where the film is based on. I'm currently listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flyleaf&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful Bride&lt;/span&gt; and I think it sucks that it didn't rain today as much as it did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-320943637583259983?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/320943637583259983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-we-had-happy-endings-wed-all-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/320943637583259983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/320943637583259983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-we-had-happy-endings-wed-all-be.html' title='If we had happy endings, we&apos;d all be under gravestones now.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5152442901839909427</id><published>2010-06-03T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:49:46.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there after the rain?'/><title type='text'>The sky's the same as you're alone, do you think of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAWu_C32b_I/AAAAAAAADMg/OqvoIR1Wj2k/s1600/untitled-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAWu_C32b_I/AAAAAAAADMg/OqvoIR1Wj2k/s400/untitled-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477976919892193266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually did that yesterday along with other stuff (which I have posted at my tumblr). That thing up there was inspired by fan fiction wherein Bella wonders what Edward is. Anyways, I'm currently listening to Nerina Pallot's Sophia (label/s below and title above are lyrics from the song) which is worth a definite listen or two if you like Regina Spektor (I think) and other artists who sing that way. Oh and it's raining hard, just now. I think it's amazing 'cause it's so hot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5152442901839909427?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5152442901839909427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/skys-same-as-youre-alone-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5152442901839909427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5152442901839909427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/skys-same-as-youre-alone-do-you-think.html' title='The sky&apos;s the same as you&apos;re alone, do you think of me?'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAWu_C32b_I/AAAAAAAADMg/OqvoIR1Wj2k/s72-c/untitled-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7746526528464057422</id><published>2010-06-02T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:20:49.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halos fail to glisten; you try to make a difference but no one wants to listen.'/><title type='text'>You took your time to choose then we told each other.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTvgnYGu9bg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTvgnYGu9bg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Label/s below and title above are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neutron Star Collision&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is Forever&lt;/span&gt;) by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muse&lt;/span&gt;. The video above is also the official music video for the song and the song is the lead single from the soundtrack of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Twilight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saga&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, today is.. boring as usual. Just watched videos from &lt;a href="http://thehappytreefriends.com/"&gt;The Happy Tree Friends&lt;/a&gt; to pass the time (like what I used to do when I was still a high school freshman, haha) since fan fiction's not working for me as of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7746526528464057422?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7746526528464057422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-took-your-time-to-choose-then-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7746526528464057422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7746526528464057422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-took-your-time-to-choose-then-we.html' title='You took your time to choose then we told each other.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-6438492012148526917</id><published>2010-06-01T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:27:22.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another protestor has crossed the line to find the money&apos;s on the other side.'/><title type='text'>Howling out of key to a hymn called faith and misery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TANMGu0RysI/AAAAAAAADL4/BnamUOkuHm8/s1600/20100530_092530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TANMGu0RysI/AAAAAAAADL4/BnamUOkuHm8/s400/20100530_092530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477305250342881986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emmett&lt;/span&gt; in all his glory. Haha. My bro putted him in my pajamas' pocket since he's so tired of running after him and looking for him when he decides to play hide n' seek with him finding the smallest crooks in the house for hiding places. Anyways, new layout. I actually find it kind of boring but it would do I guess. The color for the links were supposed to be blue but I changed it to pink to make the layout more feminine. Label/s and title are from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Day&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-6438492012148526917?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/6438492012148526917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/hear-dogs-howling-out-of-key-to-hymn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6438492012148526917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6438492012148526917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/hear-dogs-howling-out-of-key-to-hymn.html' title='Howling out of key to a hymn called faith and misery.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TANMGu0RysI/AAAAAAAADL4/BnamUOkuHm8/s72-c/20100530_092530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7237474493779551856</id><published>2010-05-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:26:19.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because I have no idea what else to post here.'/><title type='text'>Got this from Sarah as usual.</title><content type='html'>5 musicians I’ve been listening to a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  &lt;span&gt;All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.  &lt;span&gt;Avril &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.  &lt;span&gt;Motion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;City &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4.  &lt;span&gt;Plain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5.  &lt;span&gt;Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I’m addicted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  tumblr&lt;br /&gt;   2.  blogger&lt;br /&gt;   3.  juice ('cause lately, it's so fucking hot.)&lt;br /&gt;   4.  music&lt;br /&gt;   5.  food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest celebrity crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;   2.  Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;   3.  Paul Bettany&lt;br /&gt;   4.  Tom Felton&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Robert Pattinson (in some angles, yes but not all the obsessing time like some other fan girls do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs I can’t stop listening to at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  Kerli's Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;   2.  Paradiso Girls' Patron Tequila&lt;br /&gt;   3.  The White Tie Affair's Candle (Sick and Tired)&lt;br /&gt;   4.  Shontelle's T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Ke$ha's Your Love is My Drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  Chuck&lt;br /&gt;   2.  American Idol&lt;br /&gt;   3.  Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;   4.  Quickfire&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Spongebob Squarepants (harharhar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things in your dream future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  have a job that I like&lt;br /&gt;   2.  to be able to travel places without getting scared&lt;br /&gt;   3.  learn how to play any instrument&lt;br /&gt;   4.  marry a guy who won't be like my dad&lt;br /&gt;   5.  move to somewhere a little more noisier or chaotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that always cheers me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  music&lt;br /&gt;   2.  internet&lt;br /&gt;   3.  food&lt;br /&gt;   4.  family&lt;br /&gt;   5.  friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 people I want to punch in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  Kanye West for what he did to Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;   2.  Chris Brown for doing what he did to Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;   3.  Joe Jonas for doing that to Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;   4.  My dad 'cause he's an ass&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Haters, jerks, bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs that come up when my iPod's on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  The All-American Rejects' Swing Swing&lt;br /&gt;   2.  Paris Hilton's Stars Are Blind&lt;br /&gt;   3.  Switchfoot's Dare You to Move&lt;br /&gt;   4.  Jordin Sparks' This is My Now&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Akon's Beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7237474493779551856?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7237474493779551856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-this-from-sarah-as-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7237474493779551856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7237474493779551856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-this-from-sarah-as-usual.html' title='Got this from Sarah as usual.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3736935358476420953</id><published>2010-05-29T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:18:38.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You got one foot out the door and choking on the other.'/><title type='text'>Talk is cheap, give me a word you can keep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAC8oq5sFSI/AAAAAAAADLw/UOhIq7pELS0/s1600/Dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAC8oq5sFSI/AAAAAAAADLw/UOhIq7pELS0/s320/Dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476584553779565858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The credit for the pics there, just enlarge it. Anyways, today was boring, nothing much to say. Listened to music, pigged out with my bro ('cause I had to stay at home all day). Oh and yeah, I got my phone fixed yesterday and along the way, I also found out that you can actually charge my kind of phone by connecting it to the computer through a USB cable (it just takes longer to charge). Label/s below and title above are from Halfway Gone by Lifehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3736935358476420953?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3736935358476420953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/talk-is-cheap-give-me-word-you-can-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3736935358476420953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3736935358476420953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/talk-is-cheap-give-me-word-you-can-keep.html' title='Talk is cheap, give me a word you can keep.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TAC8oq5sFSI/AAAAAAAADLw/UOhIq7pELS0/s72-c/Dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3476069180752696700</id><published>2010-05-28T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:00:13.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Sarah. We have some same songs &apos;cause I listened to some of her answers. xD'/><title type='text'>Still Not a Player.</title><content type='html'>﻿Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music library on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely enough.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ok, go!&lt;br /&gt;5. When you’re done, tag 20 people in this note, and make sure to tag the person who sent you this. The answer to #20 is the title of your note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” you say&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metro Station&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelsey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cartel&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hit the Lights&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Call Out&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Are the Dishes&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incubus&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TVTV&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get It Get It&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s your motto?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incubus&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kooks&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute Is What We Aim For&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lock Down Denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I Never See Your Face Again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jojo&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss My Flight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third Eye Blind&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semi-Charmed Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heather Nova&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;London Rain&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing Heals Me Like You Do&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Party Scene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken Man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Little Less Sixteen Candles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a Little More&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch Me&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arkarna&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Little Time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Punisher&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still Not a Player&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3476069180752696700?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3476069180752696700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-not-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3476069180752696700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3476069180752696700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-not-player.html' title='Still Not a Player.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-154836653383876474</id><published>2010-05-27T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:13:27.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They&apos;ll keep us apart and they won&apos;t to stop breaking us down.'/><title type='text'>It could be wrong but it should have been right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_4Slvr-JDI/AAAAAAAADLo/5iQWqgzqrV8/s1600/0304_muse_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_4Slvr-JDI/AAAAAAAADLo/5iQWqgzqrV8/s200/0304_muse_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475834636594455602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fucking love Muse. I've been listening to their songs the whole day and I'd have to say Resistance (label/s and title are lyrics from the song) had just beaten Uprising, Starlight and Supermassive Black Hole for my most favorite Muse song of all time. Hahaha. Anyways, I tried Streampad out today since so many people at tumblr are using it and found out that it can also work for Blogger but I failed to post any audio stuff so I had it down since it had no use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-154836653383876474?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/154836653383876474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-could-be-wrong-but-it-should-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/154836653383876474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/154836653383876474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-could-be-wrong-but-it-should-have.html' title='It could be wrong but it should have been right.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_4Slvr-JDI/AAAAAAAADLo/5iQWqgzqrV8/s72-c/0304_muse_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-9016646705930196330</id><published>2010-05-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:30:45.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the top of my lungs I&apos;m singing you a song; don&apos;t you leave me alone.'/><title type='text'>I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkpFv8mC5gg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkpFv8mC5gg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="168"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to &lt;i&gt;Quezon City&lt;/i&gt; later today with my mom to look for some reading materials and our conquest was successful (we thought it wouldn't happen 'cause we were running late and the office with the stuff said on the phone that they will be closing at thirty minutes past five and when we actually got there, it was already fucking some minutes before six on my watch). Label/s below and title above are lyrics from &lt;i&gt;My Beautiful Rescue&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;i&gt;This Providence&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-9016646705930196330?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/9016646705930196330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-dancing-on-tops-of-buildings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/9016646705930196330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/9016646705930196330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-dancing-on-tops-of-buildings.html' title='I&apos;ve been dancing on the tops of buildings.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5946884471387957809</id><published>2010-05-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:44:20.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You’re not going to listen to a thing they say to you and you’ll perform your exit for the masses.'/><title type='text'>I wish I had the tact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_0e5X593yI/AAAAAAAADLg/ZF6xskQN-DA/s1600/Rainbow_Stars_by_homigl14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_0e5X593yI/AAAAAAAADLg/ZF6xskQN-DA/s200/Rainbow_Stars_by_homigl14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475566692970913570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have tons more similar at my &lt;a href="http://deathreat.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; so go check it out and I'd just like to reiterate that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you see one of your pictures above (they’re not mine I swear, I just added text and stuff) and you want some credit, tell me (I won’t mind!)&lt;/span&gt;. I'm repeating it 'cause it's the same stuff I posted with the pictures at Tumblr. Oh and for a nicer and larger view, click the image above! Label/s below and title above are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lives of Famous Men&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie Taylor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5946884471387957809?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5946884471387957809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish-i-had-tact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5946884471387957809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5946884471387957809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish-i-had-tact.html' title='I wish I had the tact.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_0e5X593yI/AAAAAAAADLg/ZF6xskQN-DA/s72-c/Rainbow_Stars_by_homigl14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-244728786669635892</id><published>2010-05-24T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:34:39.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I admit I&apos;m still watching the days go by.'/><title type='text'>So we fought like tomorrow was promised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqM3Dr7agjY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqM3Dr7agjY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="168" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny how  iTunes is on shuffle and yet it plays &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1901&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; right after J&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ames Blunt&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1973&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1428083/Rue_writes"&gt;Adah Rue&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4259008/1/The_Invisible_Girl"&gt;The Invisible Girl&lt;/a&gt; which features &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt; (one of the wolves at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; (his imprint). I kind of even hesitated to read it at first because I'm actually at the vamps' side but it's definitely a good read. Label/s below and title above are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too Much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-244728786669635892?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/244728786669635892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-we-fought-like-tomorrow-was-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/244728786669635892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/244728786669635892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-we-fought-like-tomorrow-was-promised.html' title='So we fought like tomorrow was promised.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8607002264611019271</id><published>2010-05-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:05:07.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physicist: love is the force of attraction between two hearts'/><title type='text'>Chemist: love is the saturated solution of feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_koIrU6ZVI/AAAAAAAADLY/5eDOMjiavqQ/s1600/tumblr_l2ux5ltPQw1qb09ylo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_koIrU6ZVI/AAAAAAAADLY/5eDOMjiavqQ/s400/tumblr_l2ux5ltPQw1qb09ylo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474450951580050770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fucking hate the fact that there's some people in the past I was friends with and now, I can't even fucking add them as a friend of Facebook because as much as I think we're still friends even if we don't talk that fucking much anymore, I just don't feel like that person feels the same way I fucking do.&lt;/span&gt; Okay. I just had to get that out because these past few days, FB's getting on my nerves. Label/s and title are from &lt;a href="http://ihateyou118.tumblr.com/post/624214321"&gt;Jessameen&lt;/a&gt;. Photo above from &lt;a href="http://kimisprinklesdelight.tumblr.com/post/624091231"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8607002264611019271?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8607002264611019271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-fucking-hate-fact-that-theres-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8607002264611019271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8607002264611019271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-fucking-hate-fact-that-theres-some.html' title='Chemist: love is the saturated solution of feelings.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_koIrU6ZVI/AAAAAAAADLY/5eDOMjiavqQ/s72-c/tumblr_l2ux5ltPQw1qb09ylo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1416276379154541366</id><published>2010-05-22T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:19:55.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoot an apple off my head and a trouble that can&apos;t be named.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aAdQNVGxHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aAdQNVGxHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading tons of fonts lately (like &lt;a href="http://www.abstractfonts.com/font/11394"&gt;Pea Steph&lt;/a&gt; -- all of the fonts from the Pea family is actually pretty and I would've downloaded all of them if I wasn't too lazy, &lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/notepad.font"&gt;Notepad&lt;/a&gt; which sounds kind of boring and shit but believe me it's so not, and &lt;a href="http://www.fonts101.com/fonts/view/Script/19345/CAC_Shishoni_Brush.aspx"&gt;CAC Shishoni Brush&lt;/a&gt; which sounds really nice but I don't like it that much) and have been doing more shirts yesterday afternoon but I'd rather not talk about them now. The video up there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayday Parade&lt;/span&gt;'s version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I Grow Up&lt;/span&gt; which is originally by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pussycat Doll&lt;/span&gt;s. No offense but I personally like this over PCD's version. Label/s below are lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clocks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1416276379154541366?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1416276379154541366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-downloading-tons-of-fonts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1416276379154541366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1416276379154541366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-downloading-tons-of-fonts.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3929685535057071618</id><published>2010-05-21T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:50:16.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just can&apos;t get enough of you but I&apos;m in a rush -- I got to fly away. Plane&apos;s waiting up for me right at gate twenty-three.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_Y6lIPWZVI/AAAAAAAADLQ/SN5SxwpQnNU/s1600/BGCTLG29-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_Y6lIPWZVI/AAAAAAAADLQ/SN5SxwpQnNU/s400/BGCTLG29-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473626806656853330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's one of those shirts for the females that I've been doing earlier. I'm currently doing more for the boys now, specifically for Emmett but I think I might be done with him soon. And yep, the shirts are all Twilight-based. I'm sorry if you have anything against them but I hope you'll just live with it and suck it all up. I'm not a huge fan or something, it's just the fiction that's currently holding me down right now (just in case you wanna know, before Twilight was born, I was just as kind of obsessed with Harry Potter and I'm trying to go back to that instead but I just can't). Label/s below are lyrics from Jojo's Miss My Flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3929685535057071618?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3929685535057071618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-one-of-those-shirts-for-females.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3929685535057071618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3929685535057071618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-one-of-those-shirts-for-females.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_Y6lIPWZVI/AAAAAAAADLQ/SN5SxwpQnNU/s72-c/BGCTLG29-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7884027433970460321</id><published>2010-05-21T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:21:16.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break off his wings and gouge out his eyes.'/><title type='text'>Shoot my cupid out of the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/78B5znBdb5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/78B5znBdb5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Years Day&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ready Aim Misfire&lt;/span&gt;. So I actually planned post the female's shirts here (check previous post for further info, I don't feel like repeating every shit again) and to post something earlier today but the computer at home was crap and mom made me type lengthy stuff and I really didn't even get to make much shirt graphics so I didn't see the point in posting anything at all if I didn't have any idea beforehand what to post. As of tonight though, I've finished fourteen shirts for the girls and two new ones for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emmett&lt;/span&gt;. Label/s below are from the lyrics of Ready Aim Misfire (in case you haven't noticed just yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7884027433970460321?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7884027433970460321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoot-my-cupid-out-of-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7884027433970460321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7884027433970460321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoot-my-cupid-out-of-sky.html' title='Shoot my cupid out of the sky.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-9185115878705845629</id><published>2010-05-19T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:51:40.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those are the men&apos;s shirts. I might post the girl&apos;s shirts if I don&apos;t have anything else to post tomorrow.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_PezekyXFI/AAAAAAAADLI/RTHU8dUmDtQ/s1600/DJTSHIRT-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_PezekyXFI/AAAAAAAADLI/RTHU8dUmDtQ/s400/DJTSHIRT-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472962948147338322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been doing tons of things at the computer today although I've also been helping out my mom clean her office (because she's thinking about retiring later this year or next year already), I've just actually finished sorting out folders from envelopes and short ones from long ones since mom tends to mix them a lot especially when she's cramming reports and stuff. About the computer stuff, I was reading Twilight fan fiction (as usual) since early this morning and came across this story called &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4992851/15/Changing_the_Future"&gt;Changing the Future&lt;/a&gt; which got me to do the shit (click to enlarge?) above 'cause a chapter got me pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-9185115878705845629?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/9185115878705845629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-doing-tons-of-things-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/9185115878705845629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/9185115878705845629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-doing-tons-of-things-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_PezekyXFI/AAAAAAAADLI/RTHU8dUmDtQ/s72-c/DJTSHIRT-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1366640302063697075</id><published>2010-05-18T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:11:43.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I could be yours; I could be your girlfriend.'/><title type='text'>I know just what you like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/M-SSbwaXaKU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/M-SSbwaXaKU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny how people compare people to other people like when some people at YouTube keep on comparing Shontelle to Rihanna although I do think that she looks a hell lot similar to Lady Gaga and Rihanna in this video but if you listen really closely and look really closely (especially at her other videos), she can prove that she's an artist in her own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I have seen someone comment about Rihanna using auto tune (which according to that user differentiates her a lot to Shontelle), I decided to see what this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto-tune"&gt;auto-tune&lt;/a&gt; shit about. Maybe you'd hate it, maybe you won't but it won't hurt if you check it out yourself. Anyways, label/s below and title up there are from Shontelle's Licky (Under the Covers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1366640302063697075?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1366640302063697075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-just-what-you-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1366640302063697075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1366640302063697075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-just-what-you-like.html' title='I know just what you like.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-7285723956331510587</id><published>2010-05-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:19:55.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobody said I had the right to remain silent.'/><title type='text'>Once upon another time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_FB1HIYwDI/AAAAAAAADKQ/A4EALuIEjYQ/s1600/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_FB1HIYwDI/AAAAAAAADKQ/A4EALuIEjYQ/s320/white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472227402934960178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching the movie with my brother. Puss is simply adorable! Label/s below and title above are lines from the film itself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-7285723956331510587?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/7285723956331510587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-upon-another-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7285723956331510587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/7285723956331510587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-upon-another-time.html' title='Once upon another time.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S_FB1HIYwDI/AAAAAAAADKQ/A4EALuIEjYQ/s72-c/white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-80069608914242604</id><published>2010-05-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:48:47.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a circle; a mean cycle -- I can&apos;t excite you anymore.'/><title type='text'>I guess I'll make my own way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/uoAUXq6pDuI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/uoAUXq6pDuI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current LSS and I certainly don't have any offense against hip-hop but I hate the fact that it's my LSS. Anyways, label/s below and title above are from Paramore's Ignorance (I wanted to post the lyrics from BedRock but I don't really find any of the lyrics that nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-80069608914242604?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/80069608914242604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-ill-make-my-own-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/80069608914242604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/80069608914242604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-ill-make-my-own-way.html' title='I guess I&apos;ll make my own way.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3821226995753880175</id><published>2010-05-15T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:47:53.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You say that the past is the past; you need one chance.'/><title type='text'>We could ever be the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-55whWgbJI/AAAAAAAADKI/jru0X8m4yDM/s1600/31273_1278675090685_1344266936_30637275_4296205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-55whWgbJI/AAAAAAAADKI/jru0X8m4yDM/s320/31273_1278675090685_1344266936_30637275_4296205_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471444471795182738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be home all day today since mom has to work and I seriously bet my bro will give me a shit about it 'cause he won't be able to use the computer for a long time like he usually does. Label/s below and title above are lyrics from Taylor Swift's Should've Said No (I heard it for the first time this afternoon and I think it's a great song so I personally recommend it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3821226995753880175?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3821226995753880175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-could-ever-be-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3821226995753880175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3821226995753880175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-could-ever-be-same.html' title='We could ever be the same.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-55whWgbJI/AAAAAAAADKI/jru0X8m4yDM/s72-c/31273_1278675090685_1344266936_30637275_4296205_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1668414435041245749</id><published>2010-05-15T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:07:04.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We all know there&apos;s always something tearing you apart.'/><title type='text'>You've been so composed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/WMK6omUtBnY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/WMK6omUtBnY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellogoodbye's Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn. My bro and I sure had a laugh out of this one. Am currently checking out Train's other songs. Sounds good so far. Label/s and title above are lyrics from Matchbox Twenty's Soul (it's been so long since I've had a listen to them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1668414435041245749?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1668414435041245749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/youve-been-so-composed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1668414435041245749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1668414435041245749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/youve-been-so-composed.html' title='You&apos;ve been so composed.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3262092313168700695</id><published>2010-05-13T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:32:33.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing can touch me but why do I feel this party&apos;s over.'/><title type='text'>I'm safe up high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-upOzVjtzI/AAAAAAAADKA/nR6NSN1OezQ/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-upOzVjtzI/AAAAAAAADKA/nR6NSN1OezQ/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470652244135491378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I suggest that you click the image for a larger view? Anyways, today was pretty boring. I made four more stuff similar to the one above (but not as length 'cause that's just the lengthiest I've done so far). I'm currently listening to the song I sang in our Music class when I was a junior which is Pink's Sober (I listened to the live version then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3262092313168700695?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3262092313168700695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-safe-up-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3262092313168700695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3262092313168700695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-safe-up-high.html' title='I&apos;m safe up high.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-upOzVjtzI/AAAAAAAADKA/nR6NSN1OezQ/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8965480613349095982</id><published>2010-05-12T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:32:47.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wasn&apos;t that little girl you used to see.'/><title type='text'>I was sixteen when suddenly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bk2q2RrQhrY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bk2q2RrQhrY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays always remind me of this scene from Madagascar, my brother even included this in his very first retreat letter for me. I had brownies instead of a real cake (but never mind, the brownies were awesome 'cause some were really sweet and some tasted just like coffee and wine) today. Label/s and title are from Taylor Swift's Mary's Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8965480613349095982?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8965480613349095982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-sixteen-when-suddenly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8965480613349095982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8965480613349095982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-sixteen-when-suddenly.html' title='I was sixteen when suddenly.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4604921323770013200</id><published>2010-05-11T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:23:09.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re not even worth my black ink revenge.'/><title type='text'>And if pages learned to think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-kXWjacQyI/AAAAAAAADJw/4HCwGDK4D6M/s1600/chamber.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-kXWjacQyI/AAAAAAAADJw/4HCwGDK4D6M/s400/chamber.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469928898648884002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea if I should tell my mom that I would rather she buy a new video card instead of having a grand dinner with her and my bro (although I really doubt she'll say yes to that since I don't think our grand dinner will cost that much and she had already paid for the new battery and charger of my cellphone this morning). Label/s and title from Automatic Loveletter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4604921323770013200?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4604921323770013200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-picture-you-hung-on-door-lay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4604921323770013200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4604921323770013200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-picture-you-hung-on-door-lay.html' title='And if pages learned to think.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-kXWjacQyI/AAAAAAAADJw/4HCwGDK4D6M/s72-c/chamber.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2677125608538757818</id><published>2010-05-10T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:16:15.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hear in my mind all this music and it breaks my heart.'/><title type='text'>By protecting my heart truly, I got lost in the sounds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-ewiRhj5JI/AAAAAAAADJo/FLSXWiXFyd4/s1600/inkspell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-ewiRhj5JI/AAAAAAAADJo/FLSXWiXFyd4/s400/inkspell.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469534375330964626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing up there may not be major or something but I sure am still proud of it. I've been kind of doing some similar things lately (especially when the internet gets cut) at either Paint or Picasa (I like doing it here most of the time because it gives me more options) although the one above was made at Paint (I was using a different computer which didn't had Picasa). Label/s and title are from Regina Spektor's Fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2677125608538757818?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2677125608538757818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/by-protecting-my-heart-truly-i-got-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2677125608538757818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2677125608538757818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/by-protecting-my-heart-truly-i-got-lost.html' title='By protecting my heart truly, I got lost in the sounds.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-ewiRhj5JI/AAAAAAAADJo/FLSXWiXFyd4/s72-c/inkspell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-2391760681170322442</id><published>2010-05-09T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:05:21.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna watch the way you take the stage by storm.'/><title type='text'>There's a story at the bottom of this bottle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/GcNiKCmWdYE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/GcNiKCmWdYE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Time Low's Dear Maria, Count Me In. Song's awesome, vid's nice but what I loved the most about it was the ape (it's an ape, right?). Kind of reminds me of a Fall Out Boy music vid. Anyways, I've been reading fan fiction again (don't worry, I haven't been reading Twilight fan fiction all this time, I tried reading anime fan fic last night) and I really recommend stories by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1413401/Oo_Livia_Cullen_oO"&gt;Livia Cullen&lt;/a&gt;. Her longest story yet just has three chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-2391760681170322442?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/2391760681170322442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-story-at-bottom-of-this-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2391760681170322442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/2391760681170322442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-story-at-bottom-of-this-bottle.html' title='There&apos;s a story at the bottom of this bottle.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-1142946256866727482</id><published>2010-05-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:32:45.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please do not say anything rash or nasty just for the hell of it.'/><title type='text'>Eh I'd rather you don't hate me for this shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was definitely surprised when I set foot in the jeepney towards my destination this morning. Wouldn’t you be if you were just an average Filipino, expecting songs from a radio station blasting through the vehicle (since that’s very, very usual) but what you get instead is an earful of political insights from a old (literally, he has white hair and wrinkly skin though unlike others like him, he drives pretty decently) driver’s point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the decent driving par t though, what I meant was that some old drivers drive like we’re going to a funeral or something (and all that’s left for it to really feel like the procession itself was old sad songs for the dead and the mourning). Anyways, I actually hated the fact that I didn’t get to hear much because there wasn’t traffic (you’d think I’m joking ‘cause I’d prolly think so too if I wasn’t the author).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the old man was very straightforward too because even if I was only in the said vehicle for some minutes, I found out he doesn’t want Noynoy Aquino to win (oh and yeah, someone wearing Noynoy’s baler actually rode the vehicle and listened to the whole rant without much of a complain) since he doesn’t have much experience and that because of that, people around him might just try to manipulate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom agrees with the guy (she was with me the whole time) and if I did give a damn about this country’s politics (I don’t ‘cause I will still be turning seventeen next week), I think I would actually take his thoughts into serious consideration since he also pointed out tons of stuff like his mom only became president because of the emotional turmoil the country was feeling then (no offense people, come on!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom then whispers to me that his mom even promised to lower some stuffs’ prices then but it didn’t happen and what happened instead was stuffs’ prices continued to soar (thus I conclude on my own that that started all of the current commodities’ prices rising to unbelievable heights). Well, so that’s it. I just wanted to get all of that out, not to deviate your votes to someone else if you’re voting for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-1142946256866727482?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/1142946256866727482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-id-rather-you-dont-hate-me-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1142946256866727482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/1142946256866727482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-id-rather-you-dont-hate-me-for-this.html' title='Eh I&apos;d rather you don&apos;t hate me for this shit.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-347057005830629863</id><published>2010-05-07T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:56:07.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We were always meant to say goodbye even with our fists held high.'/><title type='text'>Now all our memories, they're haunted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-PFkM-G5QI/AAAAAAAADJg/XS_yygbanfQ/s1600/220px-Hanazakari_Ashiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-PFkM-G5QI/AAAAAAAADJg/XS_yygbanfQ/s400/220px-Hanazakari_Ashiya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468431598305600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother and I have been watching Hana Kimi &lt;a href="http://www.dramacrazy.net/japanese-drama/hana-kimi-episode-13/24575"&gt;episodes&lt;/a&gt; online for the heck of it (we already watched this sometime before on TV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh why don't I tell you what Hana Kimi is about just in case you don't know (by the way, Hana Kimi is actually the manga wherein the television series are based off of and there are two television series, the Japanese television series is the one we're watching and it's also called Hanazakari no Kimitachi e).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The series centers around Ashiya Mizuki, a girl who lives in the United States. One day, she sees a track and field competition on TV, and becomes attracted to one of the high jump competitors, Sano Izumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begins to idolize the young athlete and eventually transfers to Japan to attend the same school that Sano attends however Sano attends an all-boys high school so Mizuki must disguise herself as a boy to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The image (Mizuki) at the right is from Wikipedia as is the info above. Title and label/s are from Kelly Clarkson's Already Gone (no, I don't think it has any connection with the show, it's just that I happened to be listening to that song while typing this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-347057005830629863?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/347057005830629863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-all-our-memories-theyre-haunted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/347057005830629863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/347057005830629863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-all-our-memories-theyre-haunted.html' title='Now all our memories, they&apos;re haunted.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-PFkM-G5QI/AAAAAAAADJg/XS_yygbanfQ/s72-c/220px-Hanazakari_Ashiya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-6711239676005636535</id><published>2010-05-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:13:56.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I was searching for lyrics and quotes to put here and up there but nothing seemed alright anymore.'/><title type='text'>I have no idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QTOfFpD2tQE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QTOfFpD2tQE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly think he admits to crushing on Ashley Greene as the video's title says so but oh, never mind. Anyways, I hate the fact that Aaron from American Idol went home today 'cause he was the only one I've been rooting for since the day Magnus got axed so I have no idea if I should still watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-6711239676005636535?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/6711239676005636535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-no-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6711239676005636535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/6711239676005636535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I have no idea.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3237780982310287578</id><published>2010-05-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:55:17.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The word itself says I&apos;m possible.'/><title type='text'>Audrey Hepburn did say nothing is impossible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-GCPtGu2KI/AAAAAAAADJY/2E0kcDFbYVM/s1600/tumblr_kyjrnu0MjQ1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-GCPtGu2KI/AAAAAAAADJY/2E0kcDFbYVM/s400/tumblr_kyjrnu0MjQ1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467794628921972898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what if you kind of forced yourself to dream of that person so you can sleep because that sort of has turned of a habit for you already? I tend to do that all the time since it does for me what counting sheep and consuming midnight snacks do for other people. And well, lately, I've been dreaming of one of my classmates with whom I wasn't really close with yet we don't really consider hating each other but I don't like him the way my dreams suggest though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I bet you know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt; is (oh come oooon), right? [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3237780982310287578?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3237780982310287578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-what-if-you-kind-of-forced-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3237780982310287578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3237780982310287578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-what-if-you-kind-of-forced-yourself.html' title='Audrey Hepburn did say nothing is impossible.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S-GCPtGu2KI/AAAAAAAADJY/2E0kcDFbYVM/s72-c/tumblr_kyjrnu0MjQ1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-8319581905201431426</id><published>2010-05-04T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:09:05.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But he also said it&apos;s harder if you&apos;re stupid.'/><title type='text'>John Wayne did say life is hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Neo6W1f7hyY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Neo6W1f7hyY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Vanessa Hudgens for you (alongside Alex Pettyfer) starring in Beastly, a film adaptation of Alex Flinn's novel of the same name. I think it's a definite watch (and read, for the novel). Anywyas, I've just finished consuming a meal consisting of a cheeseburger and regular coke, thanks to McD's. And yes, I had to be the one who calls them up for a delivery because the adults here seem to think that calling a fast food chain is difficult. Like seriously huh? I thought so too. Oh and just so you have an idea or two, John Wayne was an American film actor, director and producer. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-8319581905201431426?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/8319581905201431426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/john-wayne-did-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8319581905201431426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/8319581905201431426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/john-wayne-did-say.html' title='John Wayne did say life is hard.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5477948480599718081</id><published>2010-05-03T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:12:20.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Have no idea what to put here.'/><title type='text'>Twilight Oath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to remember Bella&lt;br /&gt;Each time I carelessly fall down&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to remember Edward&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm out of town&lt;br /&gt;I promise to obey traffic laws&lt;br /&gt;For Charlies sake of course&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to remember Jacob&lt;br /&gt;When my heart fills with remorse&lt;br /&gt;I promise to remember Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;When ever I am in the Emergency Room&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to remember Emmett&lt;br /&gt;Every time there's a huge boom&lt;br /&gt;I promise to to remember Rose&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see someone that holds pure beauty&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to remember Alice&lt;br /&gt;When I'm at a mall and a cute outfit spots me&lt;br /&gt;I promise to remember Nessie&lt;br /&gt;When I see that beautiful curly hair&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to remember Esme&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells me they care&lt;br /&gt;I promise to remember Jasper&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my emotions are unfurled&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to remember the Volturi&lt;br /&gt;When someone speaks of dominating the world&lt;br /&gt;Yes I promise to love Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh, this one's from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1790735/augustine4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5477948480599718081?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5477948480599718081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/twilight-oath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5477948480599718081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5477948480599718081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/twilight-oath.html' title='Twilight Oath'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4036933647271557721</id><published>2010-05-02T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:56:34.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s one of the best and worst things that could possibly happen to you.'/><title type='text'>It's fucked up to be in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PLLlOS66RAo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PLLlOS66RAo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abram John Limpin does a violin cover of Faber Drive's When I'm With You. I think it's a beautiful cover you know and I'm definitely proud of the fact that he's a Filipino as well. Anyways, mom is kind of planning for us to go out today but I don't think it's going to happen because we still have to do laundry and just because we don't really go out on Sundays (that's why we attend anticipated masses on Saturdays instead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The label/s and title are actually from this image that I found at &lt;a href="http://stayherewithme.tumblr.com/"&gt;Lindsay's tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. I suggest you go read the rest of the picture (I don't have a link to the direct post though because the image is just saved at my computer since I'm love saving awesome stuff for later use so maybe you can just browse her archives or something like that) 'cause the (or should I say her?) message is pretty much near to freaking awesome (like I swear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4036933647271557721?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4036933647271557721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-fucked-up-to-be-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4036933647271557721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4036933647271557721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-fucked-up-to-be-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s fucked up to be in love.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4912002505281387739</id><published>2010-05-02T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:42:05.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to make you feel the way I feel when I look at you.'/><title type='text'>I want to make you feel beautiful all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S90OtiwRUXI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Ss-vi57gXc8/s1600/capturing__by_classicdaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S90OtiwRUXI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Ss-vi57gXc8/s400/capturing__by_classicdaisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466541698283819378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually almost broke to tears while watching Faber Drive's video for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jdobv1CtZLo"&gt;When I'm With You&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know. Maybe it's because I can imagine something like that happening to me or because I remember not being able to be there with my uncle during his last breaths. I just fucking miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mom and I attended an anticipated mass after which I treated her to dinner at Kenny Rogers' (mom loves their potato salad and their java rice, plus I decided to just treat her today instead of on the ninth of May since almost all of the restaurants are surely to be full by that time). Awesome image is from the fantastic &lt;a href="http://classicdaisy.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deja Murrain&lt;/a&gt; while the label/s and the title above are from the amazingly wonderful &lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/"&gt;i can read&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4912002505281387739?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4912002505281387739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-make-you-feel-beautiful-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4912002505281387739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4912002505281387739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-make-you-feel-beautiful-all.html' title='I want to make you feel beautiful all the time.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S90OtiwRUXI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Ss-vi57gXc8/s72-c/capturing__by_classicdaisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-209552753481633207</id><published>2010-05-01T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:56:24.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just because you don&apos;t get it doesn&apos;t mean it&apos;s stupid; it means that you are.'/><title type='text'>I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/p_QIoy4OQWo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/p_QIoy4OQWo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two is Better Than One&lt;/span&gt;. The video would've been more fantastic if Taylor Swift was in it but anyways, good video though I think I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Drunk&lt;/span&gt;'s better. I'll be going out today by the way and I don't really want to, mom's just dragging me so yeah. Label/s is from the &lt;a href="http://wordboner.spreadshirt.com/-I3611633"&gt;Wordboner&lt;/a&gt; store while title is from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sebastianreiser/3465710996/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt; Reiser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-209552753481633207?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/209552753481633207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-scared-of-dying-i-just-dont-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/209552753481633207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/209552753481633207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-scared-of-dying-i-just-dont-want.html' title='I&apos;m not scared of dying, I just don&apos;t want to.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-5626570442136144849</id><published>2010-04-29T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:28:23.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We are the people we&apos;ve been waiting for.'/><title type='text'>Good music has never been popular.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9tztzuCfII/AAAAAAAADJI/dqyZFrm0wZ0/s1600/ZVZekpEUQms4kye5ziuYAgx2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9tztzuCfII/AAAAAAAADJI/dqyZFrm0wZ0/s400/ZVZekpEUQms4kye5ziuYAgx2o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466089803558845570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be at UST today because I have to enroll and buy my uniforms today. I will also be getting my schedule. I don't have any idea what else will happen today, I might buy new school shoes (because my mom and I think I'm required to wear shoes that at least have one inch of a heel) after we enroll and buy the stuff. I will also hopefully see one of my batch mates there. Image is from this pretty fantastic &lt;a href="http://outoftheb0x.tumblr.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. Awesome label/s and title are from &lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-5626570442136144849?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/5626570442136144849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-music-has-never-been-popular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5626570442136144849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/5626570442136144849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-music-has-never-been-popular.html' title='Good music has never been popular.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9tztzuCfII/AAAAAAAADJI/dqyZFrm0wZ0/s72-c/ZVZekpEUQms4kye5ziuYAgx2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-3062104770603086910</id><published>2010-04-29T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:17:29.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds of sulfur in the air; bombs are falling everywhere.'/><title type='text'>Dream of ways to make you understand my pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/CZtRHVMcZjI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/CZtRHVMcZjI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartbreak Warfare&lt;/span&gt;. I kind of hate the fact that so many people at YouTube say the video is ugly when in the first place, I think this video's one of the best videos currently because it's not the usual stuff you see (the video uses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Augmented Reality&lt;/span&gt; and I bet they have never even heard of that before, not to mention the fact that this kind of technology is really expensive). Label/s and title are from the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-3062104770603086910?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/3062104770603086910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-of-ways-to-make-you-understand-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3062104770603086910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/3062104770603086910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-of-ways-to-make-you-understand-my.html' title='Dream of ways to make you understand my pain.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4311854891537930743</id><published>2010-04-27T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:26:52.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Call it quits but you&apos;re just so freaking full of it.'/><title type='text'>You can’t handle it but there’s no way to stop this now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9ass0dxvzI/AAAAAAAADJA/HCVspdTqf_Y/s1600/7TfPXc7uwmlngbi7FOePbfW4o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9ass0dxvzI/AAAAAAAADJA/HCVspdTqf_Y/s400/7TfPXc7uwmlngbi7FOePbfW4o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464745083858435890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really, really happy today (I'm so happy, I actually didn't tell my bro to get his face off the computer and his ass off the chair when his time was already up) but I don't really wanna talk about why I am so. I am also wondering if I should change my layout again either tomorrow or the day after that (don't ask why, it's not like I'm gonna tell you anyways). Image is from &lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/post/100747590/via-chrisabigail"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Label/s and title above are lyrics from Orianthi's Shut Up and Kiss Me. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4311854891537930743?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4311854891537930743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/call-it-quits-but-your-just-so-freakin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4311854891537930743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4311854891537930743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/call-it-quits-but-your-just-so-freakin.html' title='You can’t handle it but there’s no way to stop this now.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9ass0dxvzI/AAAAAAAADJA/HCVspdTqf_Y/s72-c/7TfPXc7uwmlngbi7FOePbfW4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4437086028864358482</id><published>2010-04-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:44:13.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I talk myself out; I get all worked up then I let myself down.'/><title type='text'>I’ve broken my heart so many times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending is ridiculously funny. And this was the first video from Michael Bublé that I have watched. And I kind of watched it in the first place because it sounds a lot like Jason Castro's Let's Just Fall In Love Again (or maybe it's just me, who knows?). Anyways, I have a new &lt;a href="http://deathreat.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; so go visit. I swear to the Awesome Being up there that I'll be posting different stuff there so it's worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4437086028864358482?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4437086028864358482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-broken-my-heart-so-many-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4437086028864358482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4437086028864358482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-broken-my-heart-so-many-times.html' title='I’ve broken my heart so many times.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488015634604300246.post-4655273778486714230</id><published>2010-04-25T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:45:53.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The time you enjoy wasting is not waste time.'/><title type='text'>It is a shame to wait until tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9QNkyG7S4I/AAAAAAAADI4/ljWR90rcxX0/s1600/HA6EiTMtQmnqiydkhxObssZ4o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9QNkyG7S4I/AAAAAAAADI4/ljWR90rcxX0/s400/HA6EiTMtQmnqiydkhxObssZ4o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464007173484530562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I actually had someone to say this to, you know, 'cause that will just be the epitome of sweet I think (therefore I am? HAHAHA). Anyways, I have no idea what else to rant about today since it's still early and I don't remember my mom saying we have any plans to go out today (and that just sucks so much, you don't even want to know how fucking much). Okay, so you already know where the image is from but as usual, label/s &amp;amp; title are from &lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/archive"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488015634604300246-4655273778486714230?l=chemicalove12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/feeds/4655273778486714230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-shame-to-wait-until-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4655273778486714230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488015634604300246/posts/default/4655273778486714230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemicalove12.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-shame-to-wait-until-tomorrow.html' title='It is a shame to wait until tomorrow.'/><author><name>Loui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13564502279675039708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/TRmcNx--DiI/AAAAAAAADTU/1zif2t7AJrE/S220/untitledx.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PQDMPeqPDY/S9QNkyG7S4I/AAAAAAAADI4/ljWR90rcxX0/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQmnqiydkhxObssZ4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
