<?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-6724198</id><updated>2011-08-10T00:26:13.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doyouthinkimsane</title><subtitle type='html'>i am normal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-114378684395256815</id><published>2006-03-31T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:34:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 29th of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;29 March &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to go to The Rock Editorial Board exam. I turned on the computer and opened MS word to make an application letter. When I was contemplating on what to say in the letter I realized that the exam was an Editorial Board exam... and I don't plan to kick Timmy's arse and be a Graphic Arts Editor... I think I can't handle the pressure plus the obligation. I just want to be a staff! But I printed the crappy letter anyway. I went to school and met Danj, he gave me his usual &lt;em&gt;jutsu. &lt;/em&gt;At PL208 we were given almost a similar test like the one during newbie application. I did not finish the test and I did not pass the crappy letter I printed just that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sta. Ana Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wore a pink-spaghetti gown and marched on the altar of Sta. Ana Church. How I hate wearing those kind of dresses! Gowns are evil. They make me look bad and degrade my esteem to subzero level. Mama wants me to wear that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sandal! I immediately replied &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY! &lt;/strong&gt;But she kept on insisting. In the end, I won. I will &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;wear that evil footwear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reception&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Robinsons Highland Pavilion. Dan was there too. I did not want him to come and see me looking like a PUSIT but my Lola invited him. I should have evade him by ejecting black dye on his face! *evil laugh* But at least I could hang out with him before he flies west Gensomaden Saiyuki. XP The food was &lt;strong&gt;YUMMY! &lt;/strong&gt;Especially the fish fillet (i loooove fish :3)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honeymoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We occupied one room and decided to stay overnight. Me, Jan, Jerome, Ate Honey (with her fwendster and biyfriend), and Dan were their. We planned to go swimming that night but unfortunately we didn't (long story). Good thing my brother Jan brought the PS2 to hinder boredom from swishing sleep spell on us four (Ate Honey was upstairs with his bf and friends). They borrowed Metal Gear Snake Eater CD. Shtupid. &gt;:/ He could have borrowed a versus game or any 2player game. I didn't whine though. I was too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep spell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, Jerome and Jan were tough that they were able to stand playing that game all night. I fell asleep on the sofa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-114378684395256815?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/114378684395256815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=114378684395256815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114378684395256815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114378684395256815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-29th-of-march.html' title='My 29th of March'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-114325692692842629</id><published>2006-03-25T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:22:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Showing: Traces of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YATTA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought we would be in 4th place in our English movie contest.&lt;br /&gt;Our 4 OC nights have paid off!!&lt;br /&gt;We did not win the first place (2nd place)but..&lt;br /&gt;We won the most number of awards (6/9 awards)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Cinematography (colab of cameramen, lightsmen, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Best Video Editor (that's ahem me and mo! *tied with BSN 3I)&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actress (chupeta!)&lt;br /&gt;Best Soundtrack (thanks to Fiona Apple's Not About Love)&lt;br /&gt;Best Director (Jesh?!)&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress (ahemm... ^_________^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Grande commented that our movie has the most unique story.&lt;br /&gt;That it has full of irony.&lt;br /&gt;That the actress (ahem again!) shows very raw emotions especially in the parking lot scene and the contortion (ack! clown!?) of the face was very good.&lt;br /&gt;That the director was very good too that he was able to push me to run and act (drama n hilak galore!) in the parking lot of SM (it was my idea! wahahahah!)!!&lt;br /&gt;That our movie was slapstick (errr.. dunno the spelling) a movie that makes you laugh at the beggining but at the end... something unpredictable happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so soooo happy and proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sacrificed my Pathophysiology exam for this.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye SPC. wahuhuhu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-114325692692842629?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/114325692692842629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=114325692692842629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114325692692842629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114325692692842629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/now-showing-traces-of-sunshine.html' title='Now Showing: Traces of Sunshine'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-114238786764989139</id><published>2006-03-15T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:57:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye Babuy</title><content type='html'>Last week of March.. tuloy na talaga.. T____T Pupunta na sila Dan sa other side ng Earth lolz.Huhuhuhuh.. Dunno when will they come back. Sus! Kung may pera lang ako! Susundan ko kayo mag to-tour din ako! NYAHAHAHAH! Kasi.. wala na akong aawayin. Huhuhuh.. Sabi pa nya tago lng daw ako sa bag niya. HAHAHHAHAH! Haaayy... gusto ko sumama!!! WAHUHUHUHUHUHUHU T_____________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Oi Dan. Bakit parang mainit talaga ulo mommy mo sa akin?!&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan mo tuloy bunso mong kapatid! Sabi pa ni RJ eh pinaglihian daw ako ng Mama mo. Brown, straight hair tsaka siya lang sa inyong pamilya ang payat! WAHAHAHAHH! At ang pagka-gupit pa ng buhok.. pareho pa talaga. Heheheh! Pero, diba 1st year college pa tayo nun buntis Mommy mo? Ba't parang hanggan ngayon ganun parin? Hehhehe.. Bakit kaya.. dahil ba di ako kasing RECH nyo? Uso pa ba yan ngayon? Lolz. Unfair ha, Ikaw kilala ka na ng lahat mula sa Lola ko't hanggang sa kalayu-layuang pinsan pati silingan kaila nimo! Kana imong inahan oi, arte! Na discourage ba kay dili ko GIRLALOO? Bleh bahala xa ui. HEhheheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamitin mo nalng phone ng mommy mo ha! Sneak lang! pag ninja-ninja!&lt;br /&gt;Yaw kalimot tawag.&lt;br /&gt;Mingawon ko nimo babuya ka.&lt;br /&gt;Pasalubong ha!&lt;br /&gt;I will mishuuu. T^T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-114238786764989139?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/114238786764989139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=114238786764989139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114238786764989139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114238786764989139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/bye-bye-babuy.html' title='Bye-bye Babuy'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-114238556437111670</id><published>2006-03-15T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T03:55:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobela</title><content type='html'>Ngumiti kahit na napipilitan &lt;br /&gt;Kahit pa sinasadya &lt;br /&gt;Mo akong masaktan paminsan-minsan &lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulad mo ba akong nahihirapan &lt;br /&gt;Lalo't naiisip ka &lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na kaya pa na kalimutan &lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aalis, magbabalik &lt;br /&gt;At uuliting sabihin &lt;br /&gt;Na mahalin, ka't sambitin &lt;br /&gt;Kahit muling masaktan &lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-alis ako'y magbabalik &lt;br /&gt;At sana naman... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang marikit na alala'y &lt;br /&gt;Pangitaing kayganda &lt;br /&gt;Sana nga'y pagbigyan na ng tadhana &lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumabay sa biglang pagkabahala't &lt;br /&gt;Lumabis ang pagtataka &lt;br /&gt;Tunay na pagsintang 'di alintana &lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na lang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-114238556437111670?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/114238556437111670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=114238556437111670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114238556437111670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114238556437111670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/nobela.html' title='Nobela'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-114197622364690831</id><published>2006-03-10T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:37:03.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME LIKES A "SHE"</title><content type='html'>This has happened twice in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;The first time was whe I was in 3rd year highschool.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't took long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second episode started just last 3 - 4 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard many things about this instructor.&lt;br /&gt;Strict, sadist, apathetic teacher..&lt;br /&gt;I was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;So I read my lessons in advance for me not to be&lt;br /&gt;humiliated by this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my classmate what this teacher looked like.&lt;br /&gt;They were all saying same adjectives: short, fair complexion,  strict, chinky eyes, beautiful eyelashes, but a tormentor.&lt;br /&gt;Also a bestfriend of our loathed ex-teacher Ms. "G".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00pm It was time for the instructor and us his students to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we waited for him patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 30mins I think, the teacher finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, HE was short, white, stern and meticulous-looking -------- gay.&lt;br /&gt;I was amused to see that this very cuuuuute teacher was the one they were referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were attentive during his discussions, we anticipated many horrible things from him like letting us recite in front; humiliating us if we're unable to answer, or letting us go out of the room because of he hates our faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my classmates are thinking that his bestfriend that hag Ms. "G" brainwashed hiim and told him bad bad bad things about us (Ms. "G" hates our class). After he discuss a topic he would ask us "&lt;em&gt;Did you get class?&lt;/em&gt;, We would reply "&lt;em&gt;Yes Sir.&lt;/em&gt;" and he would reply "&lt;em&gt;I hope so.&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Some of my classmates (especially those good ones) thinks that it's an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... we meet 3 hours every Thursday, Friday and Saturday and those days... gave me time to discover that I am starting to like this gay teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days pass, he gets a bit nicer to us. Sometimes he interject jokes, although you'll need time to figure out if he was joking or not. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates noticed that I'm really fond of him! I mean... they think I'm so ABNORMAL because I had a crush on a gay! I even told Dan, about this, he said that &lt;em&gt;"luod daw kaayo"&lt;/em&gt; (i am disgusting) because of linking a gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, we transfered to another room because the aircon wasn't functioning. Mo took her camera and I asked her to stealthily take pictures of him while we transfer to another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't catch up he walks fast and we were afraid he would notice us. We were successful in taking pictures but everything we captured was his back. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;When we got their we started our lesson about teh Respiratory system.&lt;br /&gt;Strange, he's carrying his folder (seat plan) as he talks in front. I eagerly listen to him and sometimes I get lost in the topic because I am observing everything aboyt him -  the way he talks (so smart), the way his &lt;em&gt;kilay&lt;/em&gt; raise when he talks, the way he projects his "&lt;em&gt;taray look&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;He asked us a question as if challenging us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always write in your charts: teach the patient deep breathing exercises. How d you do that, anyway?&lt;/em&gt; he opened his folder and read randomly his seat plan (he doesn't do this very often, this is teh first time actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ms. Prieto?"&lt;/em&gt;, he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------TO BE CONTINUED-----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-114197622364690831?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/114197622364690831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=114197622364690831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114197622364690831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/114197622364690831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-likes-she.html' title='ME LIKES A &quot;SHE&quot;'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113809814691075428</id><published>2006-01-24T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:21:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan</title><content type='html'>Hoy Dan&lt;br /&gt;asan ka na?&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka na nagpaparamdam&lt;br /&gt;akala ko kasi&lt;br /&gt;hahabul-habulin mo pa rin ako&lt;br /&gt;katulad nang dati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noon&lt;br /&gt;'kala ko manhid ka&lt;br /&gt;kasi astig ka&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka nang-iiwan&lt;br /&gt;kahit pinapahirapan na kita&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng pasakit ginawa ko na sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;kinaliwa at kinanan&lt;br /&gt;kinalimutan&lt;br /&gt;tinawanan&lt;br /&gt;pinag damutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko kasi n'on na lumayas ka na&lt;br /&gt;sa lecheng buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;yoko kasi ng asungot&lt;br /&gt;kaw kasi&lt;br /&gt;buntot ng buntot&lt;br /&gt;yan tuloy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi Dan&lt;br /&gt;alam mo&lt;br /&gt;mis na kita&lt;br /&gt;magparamdam ka na nman o&lt;br /&gt;gusto kita tawagan sa bahay nyo&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng yaya mo&lt;br /&gt;buong araw ka daw sa kwarto mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ginamit ko pa si magsy&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko itext ka&lt;br /&gt;tinawagan ka na nga nya&lt;br /&gt;wala pa ring sagot ang phone mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huy! bingi ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;anser your fone ulol&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na marining&lt;br /&gt;ang boses mong lalampa-lampa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113809814691075428?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113809814691075428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113809814691075428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113809814691075428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113809814691075428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/dan.html' title='Dan'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113809714222603762</id><published>2006-01-24T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:05:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COPY PASTE LANG</title><content type='html'>120 THINGS ABOUT ME...&lt;br /&gt;N0 LYiNG BE HONEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(001) Your gender: girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(002) Straight/gay/bi?: str8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(003) Single?: ngayon...? wahuhuhuhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(004) Want to be? animator / mangaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(005) Your birth day: 30 December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(006) Age you wish you were: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(009) The color of your eyes: brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(010) Piercings? : 5 - 1 = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(012) Tattoos: not planning to have one. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(013) Smoke: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(014) Do drugs: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(015) Read the newspaper: just when i see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(016) Talk to strangers: talk to stray cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(018) Take walks in the rain: sureness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(019) Drive: arcade lang. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(020) Like to drive fast?: sa arcade, oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(021) Hurt yourself: before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(022) Been out of the country: someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(023) Been in love: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(024) Done drugs: no way lageh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(025) Gone skinny dipping: unsa na? payatot ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(026) Had a surgery: self-incision of wrist... hahaha XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(027) Ran away from home: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028) Played strip poker: lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(029) Gotten beaten up: versus games? a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(030) Been picked on: yeah, highschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(031) Been on stage: uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(032) Slept outdoors: huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(034) Pulled an all-nighter: what? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(036) Talked on the phone all night: ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(038) Slept all day: almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(039) Killed someone: n-no-noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(040) Made out with a stranger: kachipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(041) Had sex with a stranger: manyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(042) Kissed the same sex: nope.. but i know someone! girl x girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(043) Done anything sexual with the same sex: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(044) Been betrayed: i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(045) Broken the law: see last survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(046) Met a famous person: i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(047) Been on radio/tv: ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(048) Been in a mosh-pit: nohw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(049) Had a nervous breakdown: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(051) Had a dream that kept coming back: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(052) Shoe brand: vans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(053) School: ma, penge baon. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(054) Wear hats: used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(055) Judged other people by their clothing: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(056) Like to wear make-up: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(057) Favorite place to shop: dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(058) Favorite article of clothing: sweaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(059) Are you trendy: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEFS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(060) Believe in life on other planets: yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(061) Miracles: ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(062) Astrology: don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(063) Magic: akazukin chacha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(064) God: uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(066) Santa: used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(067) Ghosts: y-ye-yea-yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(068) Birth: birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(069) Love at first sight: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(070) Yin and Yang: sumtyms? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(071) Witches: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(072) Easter bunny: scram! shooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(077) Been in love: o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(078) Still love him/her: o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(079) Do you consider love a mistake: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(080) What do you find romantic: kiss sa forehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(081) Turn-ons: secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(082) Turn-offs: maarte, hambog, nangbabaliwala, boring XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(083) Do you base your judgment on looks alone: hnde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(084) Have you ever wished it was more "socially acceptable" for a girl to ask a guy out: what's wrong with that anyway. but i can't do it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(085) Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive: once or twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(087) What is best about the opposite sex: they (some) have MORE guts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(088) What's the last present someone gave you: manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(089) Do you like someone at this moment? yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST PERSON......&lt;br /&gt;(090) That you laughed at: kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(091) That laughed at you: kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(092) That turned you on: haaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(093) You went shopping with: mami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(094) To disappoint you: s2pd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(096) To make you cry: hindi tao, computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(097) That brightened up your day: no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(098) You were with last night: no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(099) You saw a movie with: faith and mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(100) You talked to on the phone: aicha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(101) You talked to through IM: kuja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(102) You hung out with: fwendz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(104) Smiled and meant it: yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(105) Laughed: just a while ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(106) Cried: last year my digiart wasn't saved properly. whatta waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(107) Bought something: today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(108) Danced: i forgot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(109) SPORT YOU PLAYED LAST: used to train shironryuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(110) Hugged someone: last saturday.. ahuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(111) Talked to an ex: newyear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(112) Watched your fav movie: last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(113) Talked on the phone: sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(114) Listened to the radio: wmp lng ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(115) Watched TV: sunday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(116) Went out: TODAy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(117) Helped someone: yesterday sa OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(118) Said "I love you" and meant it: many weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(119) Made someone else cry: saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(120) Did something with someone u didnt mean to do: nung sabado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113809714222603762?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113809714222603762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113809714222603762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113809714222603762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113809714222603762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/copy-paste-lang.html' title='COPY PASTE LANG'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113705287438935567</id><published>2006-01-12T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:01:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One</title><content type='html'>They call me:&lt;br /&gt;= Xiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable moment:&lt;br /&gt;= January 3 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst:&lt;br /&gt;= every 10th of October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend ever:&lt;br /&gt;= ARMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First love:&lt;br /&gt;= . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best love song:&lt;br /&gt;= Grow Old With You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be in love with more than&lt;br /&gt;one person at the same time:&lt;br /&gt;= no comment on that. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love hurts, you:&lt;br /&gt;= spend all my money buying tokens in the arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~True or false:&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love:&lt;br /&gt;= false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;= i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your parents' opinions on your bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;matter to you:&lt;br /&gt;= i don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the type of person to HOLLER&lt;br /&gt;and ask for numbers:&lt;br /&gt;= yeah! they ask mine! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Picky Picky&lt;br /&gt;Cat or dog:&lt;br /&gt;= cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair:&lt;br /&gt;= short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine or rain:&lt;br /&gt;= shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon or sun:&lt;br /&gt;= sun and moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses:&lt;br /&gt;= hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 best friend or 10 aquaintances:&lt;br /&gt;= a bessy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter:&lt;br /&gt;= both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written letters or e-mails:&lt;br /&gt;= letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playstation or Nintendo:&lt;br /&gt;= PS2 psX PSP (asaness! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car or motorcycle:&lt;br /&gt;= baktas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House party or club:&lt;br /&gt;=house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing or dance:&lt;br /&gt;= who? me? i can't do both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak or slow dance:&lt;br /&gt;= i dance like a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pants are you wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;= i'm wearing my school uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;= uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to right now:&lt;br /&gt;= sound of the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now:&lt;br /&gt;= aircon....... T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;= Babuy Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dream you can remember:&lt;br /&gt;= my dream more than 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talking to right now:&lt;br /&gt;= psyche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it:&lt;br /&gt;= 16:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~More About YOU&lt;br /&gt;What are the last 4 digits of your phone&lt;br /&gt;number:&lt;br /&gt;= 7305&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would&lt;br /&gt;you be:&lt;br /&gt;= red---&gt; the overused crayon XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever almost died?&lt;br /&gt;= uh-uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when:&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have:&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of:&lt;br /&gt;= cockroach &amp;amp; ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many TV's do you have in your&lt;br /&gt;house:&lt;br /&gt;= 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own TV:&lt;br /&gt;= yeah. yung pinaka bulok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about:&lt;br /&gt;= sit in the couch and watch my OWN anime playing on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tell your dreams to:&lt;br /&gt;= to my fwends, my blog, and my notebooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the quietest friend you have:&lt;br /&gt;= cyndi, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many licks does it take to get to the&lt;br /&gt;center of a Tootsie Pop:&lt;br /&gt;= what is a tootsie pop? lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113705287438935567?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113705287438935567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113705287438935567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113705287438935567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113705287438935567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-one.html' title='Another One'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113694482398778856</id><published>2006-01-11T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T10:00:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/liezl_calotes"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hitome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this whole list into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold the things that are true about you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever you don't bold is false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. When I was younger I made some bad decisions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I love psychodelic mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. I love sleeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. I have &lt;/strong&gt;loads of &lt;strong&gt;books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I once slept in a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. I love playing video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. I adore marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;09. I watch porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;10. I watch them with my father.&lt;br /&gt;11. I like sharks.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love spiders, I think they're adorable, especially the ones with bright colours on their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. I was born without hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I like J. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. People are cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;17. I have jacuzzi and a Porsche.I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife everywhere with myself.&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm really really smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. I have a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. I hate snow.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I drink&lt;/strong&gt; only&lt;strong&gt; milk.&lt;br /&gt;25. Punk rock rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;26. I hate Bill Gates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. I love Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;28. I would hate to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. I am not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;30. I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. I don't need glasses, except sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;32. I have potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;33. I'm pure Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. My legs are two different sizes i refuse to believe my legs are identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. I have a twin.&lt;br /&gt;36. I wear a padded bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. I can ramble on about absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;38. I'm left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;39. I hate llamas, but I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. I don't like horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;41. I suck at climbing, but I love it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;42. People hate me usually. thats a fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. I love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;pop&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt; music.&lt;br /&gt;44. I hardly ever go to bed before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;45. I hate parking fines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. I know national anthem of my country by heart.&lt;br /&gt;47. I know more than two languages.&lt;br /&gt;48. I spend too much time on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;49. I often want to throw out the computer in a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. I live on a ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;51. I don't like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. I'd like to be more original.&lt;br /&gt;53. I've lied. and who didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54. Cocks are my favorite birds&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;55. I want to conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. I wonder what happens when you die.&lt;br /&gt;57. I've read &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt; books about Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;58. Eat your dog!&lt;br /&gt;59. I love to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. I hate chemistry with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;61. I love to write.&lt;br /&gt;62. I like changes.&lt;br /&gt;63. I hate going to class.&lt;br /&gt;64. I am afraid to die.&lt;br /&gt;65. I hate dish washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;66. My hair is long, brown, and incredibly curly.&lt;br /&gt;67. My nails are nine inch long.&lt;br /&gt;68. My favorite color is orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. I like to sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;70. I am hopeless at cooking.&lt;br /&gt;71. I sucked my thumb when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;72. I should be doing something else rather than writing this. XD&lt;br /&gt;73. I am online a lot, but not in MSN.&lt;br /&gt;74. I hate government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;75. I don't have a girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;76. I'm too nice for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. I love to read,&lt;/strong&gt; I read as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;78. I don't trust newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. I like debating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;80. I live in a vagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. I clean my room once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;82. I'm scared of american fast food.&lt;br /&gt;83. I have a third eye.&lt;br /&gt;84. I love Mozambique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. I don't trust any religion.&lt;br /&gt;86. I used to play with barbies because all the other girls were doing it. ..but I hate them&lt;br /&gt;87. I wanted to be a super hero when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;88. I &lt;strike&gt;like&lt;/strike&gt; listening to wind chimes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. I'm very disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;90. My hair is &lt;strike&gt;long&lt;/strike&gt; and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;91. I earn a lot.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. I &lt;strike&gt;don't&lt;/strike&gt; like spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;93. I keep a diary.&lt;br /&gt;94. I can't do cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;95. I am very lazy. very very&lt;br /&gt;96. I'm sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;97. I think my hair is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;98. I'm very sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. I love being "ab-normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;100. My left eye is violet and my right eye is a light blue. ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name &lt;strong&gt;xiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Age &lt;strong&gt;19 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday &lt;strong&gt;30 december 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hometown &lt;strong&gt;dabaw &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you live &lt;strong&gt;Pinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color &lt;strong&gt;dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hair Color &lt;strong&gt;brown-dark brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height&lt;strong&gt; 5ft 3in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Weight &lt;strong&gt;45kg &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty &lt;strong&gt;righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Inny or Outty &lt;strong&gt;inny and outy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ethnicity &lt;strong&gt;AlBhed(ian)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Fear &lt;strong&gt;cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Weakness &lt;strong&gt;indolence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Strengths &lt;strong&gt;optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Goals &lt;strong&gt;draw an anime for Clamp/TOEI/Square Enix&lt;/strong&gt; (ambisyosa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda &lt;strong&gt;coke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food &lt;strong&gt;pizza tsokolate Milo scoop shake icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Car I&lt;strong&gt; want a Gundam!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor/actress &lt;strong&gt;Kim Min Sun Kwon Sang Woo Kim Rae-won&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Artist &lt;strong&gt;Oasis 311 Dashboard Confessionals at mga pinoy music artists!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal &lt;strong&gt;cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Color &lt;strong&gt;brown also: orange black green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Song &lt;strong&gt;Jpop Kpop OPM Rak! Alternatib Kahit ano wak lng songs ng boyband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie &lt;strong&gt;windstruck My Sassy Girl My Little Bride He was Cool Skeleton Key Kill Bill 1 Street&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fighter Alpha Naruto the Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV show &lt;strong&gt;Untalkative Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Holiday &lt;strong&gt;Pasko Holloween&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject &lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Resturant/Fast &lt;strong&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Topping&lt;strong&gt; pinya &amp; bellpeppers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Book &lt;strong&gt;Books Twisted Shonen Jump Paboritong Libro ni Hudas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing in your room &lt;strong&gt;sketch pads maps notebooks manga/mangazines papers dusts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This or That?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla &lt;strong&gt;choco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock or Pop &lt;strong&gt;Rock and Jpop/Kpop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pizza or Hotdog &lt;strong&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ketchup or Mustard &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Apple or Orange &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer or TV &lt;strong&gt;computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil or Pen &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color or Black and White &lt;strong&gt;color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skating or Biking &lt;strong&gt;biking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach or Mountains &lt;strong&gt;beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty or Nice &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright or Dark &lt;strong&gt;bright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night or Day &lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night or Early morning &lt;strong&gt;late night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you's?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love &lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke &lt;strong&gt;nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank &lt;strong&gt;three times..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been on TV &lt;strong&gt;yep! directed by me, produced by me, starring me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in the News paper &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you's?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;drink &lt;strong&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;play an instrument &lt;strong&gt;guitar piano flute (but i'm not really good at them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;think you're attractive &lt;strong&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a crush on someone &lt;strong&gt;ye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think someone has a crush on you &lt;strong&gt;feelingera!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a best friend &lt;strong&gt;yeah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draw on yourself &lt;strong&gt;I used to draw "tattoos" on my hands, arms, legs, and face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a cell phone &lt;strong&gt;yep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find yourself bored &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a myspace &lt;strong&gt;uh-huh! it's a dead account! XP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have AIM &lt;strong&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have MSN&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a girlfriend/boyfriend &lt;strong&gt;yep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;For a Guy/Girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair &lt;strong&gt;black no gels i hate spikey hairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eyes &lt;strong&gt;ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eyes &lt;strong&gt;ni Lenard pwede na. ^___^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height &lt;strong&gt;height matters!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight &lt;strong&gt;babuy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Style &lt;strong&gt;ewan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random stuff &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have piercings&lt;strong&gt; yeah. i have five5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you have tattoos &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many CD's do you own &lt;strong&gt;lots of them!! audio vcd dvd mp3 installers blank stop piracy! nyahahha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you popular &lt;strong&gt;hell yeah. in my own manga XP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law &lt;strong&gt;uhh.. picking flowers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested &lt;strong&gt;nyahahah! busted and wasted in GTA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of this survey &lt;strong&gt;kinda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like it &lt;strong&gt;XP&lt;/strong&gt; A&lt;br /&gt;Are you done &lt;strong&gt;stupid question ---&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR..&lt;br /&gt;1. whole name: Jennie Anne A. Prieto&lt;br /&gt;2. nicknames: Xiao , Jini&lt;br /&gt;3. birthday: 30 December 1986 &lt;br /&gt;4. zodiac sign: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;5. civil status: Single &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SCHOOLS..&lt;br /&gt;6. elem: Assumption College of Davao&lt;br /&gt;7. high school: Assumption College of Davao&lt;br /&gt;8. college: San Pedro College&lt;br /&gt;9. course: BS Nursing&lt;br /&gt;10. org(s): The Rock | Ex- Esencio de Teatro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YOUR FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;11. movie: same lang sa itaas &lt;br /&gt;12. band/singer: same lang sa itaas &lt;br /&gt;13. sport: swimming, shorinryuu, chess (feeling hawud!, takyan!! &lt;br /&gt;14. invention of man: computer&lt;br /&gt;15. chillout place: rooftop&lt;br /&gt;16. fruit: apple, mango, orange &lt;br /&gt;17. sitcom characters: *isip* minsa lng ako nood tv eh &lt;br /&gt;18. day of the week: saturday! &lt;br /&gt;19. line from a movie: "how can you live with that face!?" ~my tutor friend heheheh  &lt;br /&gt;20 talk show host: ewan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THINGS YOU WANT TO...&lt;br /&gt;21. buy:  weekly shonen jump, copic markers &lt;br /&gt;22. eat: things i want to eat?!  &lt;br /&gt;23. receive this xmas: hugs n kisses n promises. huhuhuhuhu...  T______T&lt;br /&gt;24. try: bungee jump!! &lt;br /&gt;25 throw: the lazy xiaoey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DO YOU HAVE A...&lt;br /&gt;26. lucky charm:none &lt;br /&gt;27. psychic abilities: i can read minds!!!! wahahhahha! &lt;br /&gt;28. coming quiz/exam: research &lt;br /&gt;29. allergies: aspirin &lt;br /&gt;30. fears: being alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CAN YOU..&lt;br /&gt;31. drive: sa arcade lang &lt;br /&gt;32: cook: trying hard... huhuh.. palpak palagi T____T &lt;br /&gt;34. keep a secret: yep yep yep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CHOOSE ONE...&lt;br /&gt;36. read a book/watch a movie: both&lt;br /&gt;37. brad pitt/colin farell/tom cruise: wala &lt;br /&gt;38. black/blue/pink/white: white &lt;br /&gt;39. math/english: neither &lt;br /&gt;40. maroon5/rhchilipeppers/D12: RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS!! whooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1ST PERSON YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU HEAR THE SONG...&lt;br /&gt;41. i will survive: paula &lt;br /&gt;42. can't help falling in love: ang F4 &lt;br /&gt;43. friend of mine: d ko pa narinig yan ah&lt;br /&gt;44. because you loved me: sino ba... celine dione?! &lt;br /&gt;45. i'll be: prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YOUR..&lt;br /&gt;46. role model/inspiration: Yuu watase &lt;br /&gt;47. best asset: ewan.. wala &lt;br /&gt;48. talent: drawing, acting (?), reading ABC backwards &lt;br /&gt;49. worst dream: T___T &lt;br /&gt;50. hobbies: drawing, dreaming, internet, playing with pets, reading, playing PSx/PS2/Online games&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113694482398778856?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113694482398778856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113694482398778856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113694482398778856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113694482398778856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113657017017133474</id><published>2006-01-07T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:20:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracking the Cracked Grimm's Codes</title><content type='html'>Early this evening we went to Mongster's library (National Bookstore) to read books (and stealthily open sealed books). As usual I picked Twisted, crouched, and prepared myself for Jessica's extra-humanoid intergalactic anecdotes for world domination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading The Tale of Sister Grimm, I have come up with these realizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow white, Cinderella and other heroines in farytales don't deserve the title prearranged by their stupid authors. What did they do to gain the title anyway? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The stepmothers are always thought of as repulsive, wicked characters. Authors don't even tell how REALLY wretched the stepmothers are. Maybe because they think that "they already know what bad guys do. I'll skip the details"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hansel and Gretel pushed the old woman (who offered them food, and letting them eat her edible ginger bread house) to the oven. &lt;em&gt;Tsk tsk...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow white's prince charming is a necrophiliac and molested her apparent dead body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything bulleted above are ideas of (c) Jessica Zafra. Got any problems? Go read Twisted III.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113657017017133474?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113657017017133474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113657017017133474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113657017017133474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113657017017133474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/cracking-cracked-grimms-codes.html' title='Cracking the Cracked Grimm&apos;s Codes'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113656278297632322</id><published>2006-01-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:53:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DETHRONING HIS MAJESTY CONSPIRACY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;December 25-30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mama's birthdays is December 25. Double celebration. Cheaper cost. Merry Christmas by the way.&lt;br /&gt;My 19th birthday (December 30) has (?) just passed and I did not even bother writing something in this blog. Not that I am busy that day (busy, yes, posing and taking narci pics), I just indulged myself to non-computer related stuff (friendster, blogging, photoshop/painter9, RO). My brother is a major dork. I AM SO MAD AT HIM I'LL MAKE HIM EAT GRASS PEED BY A RABID CHIHUAHUA. He does not do anything good to me, nor to himself, figuratively speaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of the time he is nice to me and I don't really have problems dealing with him since we have same interests (RO, Gunbound, PS2, Anime, playing pranks on others, conspiring against jo-anne). His plain futility as a functioning human being is enough for me to pound the remaining innards in his meager atrophied brain, if there is any. This is not his computer and he is not the one paying the i-net bills. Mama/Papa pays for everything and we three (children 6years old and below not included, sorry yani) should have EQUAL rights in (on?) using this computer! Jo-anne and I have MORE important paperworks to encode than a 3rd year highschool scumbag who, if not texting her girlfriend, rivets his sanity on the monitor 24/7. He sits in OUR ergo chair as if it is &lt;em&gt;his highness's &lt;/em&gt;throne. The nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JAN, I AM VERY MAD AT YOU! YOU KNOW YOU ARE THE PERFECT PERSONIFICATION OF FUTILITY. YOUR INSOLENCE WILL LEAD YOU NOWHERE. Don't act like the boss. I'm so pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113656278297632322?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113656278297632322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113656278297632322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113656278297632322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113656278297632322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/dethroning-his-majesty-conspiracy.html' title='DETHRONING HIS MAJESTY CONSPIRACY'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113626913048150468</id><published>2006-01-03T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:18:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Katanungan</title><content type='html'>HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on your rooftop?&lt;br /&gt;~ uu. nakatulog ako dun once. isa sa mga paboritong tambayan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;~ kiss sa cheeks. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced in a public place?&lt;br /&gt;~ kaya siguro tawang-tawa ang kaibigan kong apat ang mata kapag kumkanta ako "Daikirai datta sobakasu wo chotto.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiled for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;~ nung naalala ko si faith na sumakay kami sa elevator (group2) galing 4th floor(bawal gumamit ng elevator ang mga estudyante sa hospital)  papunta groundfloor. nataranta xa akala nya may CI (clinical instructor) tapos second floor palang lumabas na xa sa elevator. HAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?&lt;br /&gt;~ oo kasama ko si Tiziana noong highschool. longest laugh sa buong buhay ko. :D ano nga ba yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peed your pants after age 8?&lt;br /&gt;~ napanaginipan ko kasi nasa CR daw ako ng school noong elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written a song?&lt;br /&gt;~ jusanging! ang galing nun! 3rd year highschool kami! marami fans! nakaka adik daw ang tono. ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang to someone for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;~ uu palagi. kaso ayaw nila ang boses ko. Si Dan lang siguro ang may gusto ng boses ko eh palaging nag re-request. bakit kaya. abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed on a stage?&lt;br /&gt;~ ay oo. paborito ko talaga ang stage! makapal kasi mukha ko. noong elementary ako drama palagi ang role ko at tsaka ako yung sinasampal-sampal. loko yun. nung nag HS na eh comedy na, puro wala kwenta. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to someone you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;~ ay oo. pero ung mga salbaheng bata lang. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone out of your way to befriend someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ oo parang si Ku, may pa piatos-piatos pa! Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out in a theatre?&lt;br /&gt;~ ni pambili ng tiket sa teyatro wla ako. naku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone roller skating since 8th grade?&lt;br /&gt;~ once lang un. di ako marunong. hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?&lt;br /&gt;~ ayoko ng ganyang usapan. paksyet. hahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HI to you?&lt;br /&gt;~ sino ba... di ko na maalala. Si Yani siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you, I love you?&lt;br /&gt;~ yung Bab(oo)i na kausap ko sa phone. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;~ ung isang Lola ko nung Sunday kiss nya ako sa noo. amf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug you?&lt;br /&gt;~ si dan nung naapakan nya paa ko! aww! sakit nun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you BYE?&lt;br /&gt;~  sino ba ung last tumawag dito sa bahay classmate ng kapatid ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write you a note?&lt;br /&gt;~ si Cyndi nag acting pa nga ako nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your photo?&lt;br /&gt;~ sarili ko. narci eh. pagmarami na akong pera eh maghi-hire ako ng personal photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;~ Si Nobita nung December 31 yata. marunong na daw syang mag ALBHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy you something?&lt;br /&gt;~ si mama. bagong hoodshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with you to the movies?&lt;br /&gt;~ limot ko ano movie bsta kami yun nila Ku, Faith, Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to you?&lt;br /&gt;~ ewan. wala eh. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a poem about you?&lt;br /&gt;~ ewan ko di ko pa nabasa galing k Nobita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text message you?&lt;br /&gt;~ si kris. lahat mesg niya fino-forward sakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch you?&lt;br /&gt;~ kapatid ko kanina. ginising ako para lng gawin project nya. loko un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN's THE LAST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;~ kanina lang! HAHAHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;~ nung ma-error pag-save ung drawing ko!!! pinag hirapan ko talaga yun!!! huhuhuhu.. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;~ Naruto the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song you've sang?&lt;br /&gt;~ anu nga yun... ah! ung 2nd ending song ng Naruto "terepashi!~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you've looked at the clock?&lt;br /&gt;~ kanina umaga. inaabangan ko si Lenard. yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink you've had?&lt;br /&gt;~ Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number you've dialed?&lt;br /&gt;~ *1888 &gt;&gt; complain ako sa wifi. kakainis! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT's THE LAST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book you've read?&lt;br /&gt;~ isang story ng regency christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food you've eaten?&lt;br /&gt;~ ovalteenies (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavor of gum chewed?&lt;br /&gt;~ mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes you've worn?&lt;br /&gt;~ tsinelas na kulay pink na may rabbit-rabbit na print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store you've been in?&lt;br /&gt;~ inktech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you've said?&lt;br /&gt;~ "w8 kadali lng."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?&lt;br /&gt;~ nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle?&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow a bubble?&lt;br /&gt;~ uu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll your tongue in a circle?&lt;br /&gt;~ oo. pero walang tatalo sa tongue ni Ku. Contortionist ng dila kayamg gumawa ng flower. no jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;~ uu. pinapagalitan ako noon. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch your tounge to your nose?&lt;br /&gt;~ di ko kaya eh. sige praktis ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance?&lt;br /&gt;~ trying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up a whole night without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;~ basta ba makaktulog kinaumagahan nmo prob un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak a different language?&lt;br /&gt;~ iie. aniyo. hu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impersonate someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ hihihihi.. tanong mu sa kaklase ko. ihihhihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prank call people?&lt;br /&gt;~ ayoko tamad ako eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a card pyramid?&lt;br /&gt;~ hanggan 3rd floor lang kaya ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook anything?&lt;br /&gt;~ kanin. dahilan kung bakit tumataas presyon ni lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH THE LINE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i am ..&lt;br /&gt;~ a human then what are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;~ I was 5kg heavier! AJA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113626913048150468?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113626913048150468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113626913048150468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113626913048150468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113626913048150468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/mga-katanungan.html' title='Mga Katanungan'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113626519933510168</id><published>2006-01-03T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:37:51.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Anong bago sa'yo ngyon?&lt;br /&gt;- may adobe ps7 na ako!!! weeeee ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kumain ka ba ng balot?&lt;br /&gt;- ayoko. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sumuka ka na ba sa sobrang hilo?&lt;br /&gt;- wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nakagulpi ka na ba ng tao?&lt;br /&gt;- 2nd year highschool! (sorry Kadz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nang mamanyak ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- waaaaaa!! hentai! ecchi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Umiinom ka ba hangang hindi ka na makatayo?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHAHHAHAHAH! di ko sinasadya /hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nka sakay ka na ba ng kalabaw?&lt;br /&gt;- dipa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Naramdaman mo na bang mamamatay ka na?&lt;br /&gt;- sa ngayon hindi pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nayakap mo na ba crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;- uu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Naglalaro ka ba ng apoy?&lt;br /&gt;- literally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Napa iyak ka na ba sa sakit ng katawan?&lt;br /&gt;- uu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Masakit bang masuntok?&lt;br /&gt;- sa tingin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Marunong ka bang magRO?&lt;br /&gt;- xempre! ADIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Handa ka bang mamatay para sa iniibig mo?&lt;br /&gt;- para kay Lenard siguro! ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Masarap bang kumain ng pagkain?&lt;br /&gt;- masarap masarap masarap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Namamato ka ba ng bato?&lt;br /&gt;- literally oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Nagtaksil ka na ba sa kapwa mo o kahit sino&lt;br /&gt;man?&lt;br /&gt;- nyahahahahah.&gt;&gt;! once.. T__+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Nakatapak ka na ba ng tao?&lt;br /&gt;- ako ang natatapakan! payatot kasi. huhuhuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Nakatanggap ka na ba ng regalo sa buong&lt;br /&gt;buhay mo?&lt;br /&gt;- HINDI PA! lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Nag-iimagine ka na ba ng bad?&lt;br /&gt;- uuuyy... bad yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Nakikita mo ba sarili mo sa salamin?&lt;br /&gt;- iisang salamin lang un. yun.. *points the mirror to her right*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Alchoholic ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Nakapanood ka na ba sa sinehan?&lt;br /&gt;- indi ako alien. gung-gong. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Gusto mo bang pumatay ng tao?&lt;br /&gt;- yoko gusto ko makapatay ng ipis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Nakasuntok ka na ba ng kaibigan?&lt;br /&gt;- kaibigan ba kita Khadji? Hhahahah! sowi ulit. peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Gusto mo na bang mamatay?&lt;br /&gt;- ayaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Nakipag away ka ba na umabot sa OPS?&lt;br /&gt;- umabot sa discipline incharge nung elementary ako. 2x yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Nawala na ba ang id mo?&lt;br /&gt;- maraming beses na. leche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Nawawala mo ba pera mo?&lt;br /&gt;- parati. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. May nagsabi na ba sayo na tamad ka?&lt;br /&gt;- ay!! wala pa talaga! HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!! lolx. nabingi nasiguro. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. May crush ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- meron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Sinabi mo na ba sa crush mo ang&lt;br /&gt;nararamdaman mo?&lt;br /&gt;- hinde. yaw kong magpahalata. baka lumaki ulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Napaaway ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;- oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Nagsinungaling ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;- minsan. tawag ng pangangailangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Nakikinig ka ba sa teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- minsan. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Namimis mo ba ung crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;- hinde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113626519933510168?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113626519933510168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113626519933510168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113626519933510168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113626519933510168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/survey.html' title='Survey!'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113530563109348353</id><published>2005-12-23T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:55:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS</title><content type='html'>My PC's gonna have a second rebooting today. Wish me good luck folks. Ganbatte to me too! ^^; Kuja will be here by 11:30 together with Janmags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been hacked-deleted! His Ragnarok Characaters and items were swiped out! His friendster account is now for public use and his email password has been changed! Plus, he lost his celphone just last week. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time a was able to send Hitome (my co-deviantARTist friend check her drawings &lt;a href="http://hitome.deviantart.com"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) a parcel containing CDs, couple of letters Nobita and my pic and a drawing! Weeeee~ This is my first time to write letter to a friend living outside Davao.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in highschool, my friends and I used to exchange letters EVERYDAY. Huhuhu.. I miss those days. I wish I could still exchange letter with my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan got mad at me 'coz I was drunk the other day. I don't really drink but once I do I get drunk easily.. Now my classmates tease me for the stupid things I do when I'm out of my mind. And even in class discussions when alcohol is mentioned everyone points at me yelling "Xiao! Xiao!" What would my other clasmates think? And besides, I only got drunk uhh.. thrice? Hahahah.. Anyway, how did he knew I was drunk? I called him. WAHAHAHAHAHAH! I got frustrated 'coz I can't register to 258 maybe that's why I called him. Of all the people in my phonebook. WHY HIM!? hahahahahh!! He's mad at me until now. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo, went to her home - Zamboanga! She said she was excited to go home. Good for her. eheheh! She'll have to spend time with her &lt;em&gt;beloved (?) &lt;/em&gt;mama (heheheh! peace mo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobita is such a textaholic (sp? whatever). I want to reply but I cannot register in 258 and worst, SMART has been sending me stupid stuffs like logos and picmesgs! Grrrrrr.. Anyway, I hope he understands. T_T He also told me I was evading him, hmm.. why would I? This scumbag makes me feel worse everytime we get to talk. And he keeps on telling me how bad looking I am!!! HAHAHAHA!! Mas pangit ka dod! Huhuhu.. Anyway, he keeps on bugging me for the so-called assignments he requested ages ago. I'm a sleaze bag who cannot tolerate work. T_T Gomen-nasai. I promise to finish it.. uhh.. by next year maybe? Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cezca phoned me yesterday asking if I was mad at her. I said "No, why would I?" She told me that Novie said I was mad at her 'coz she posted my eeeeeky pic. I don't like the idea of posting MY pic in SOMEONE's profile but.. it's not a good reason to get mad. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa called yesterday. He greeted me merry xmas and happy bday (advance ^^;). He told me that he's gonna be in Japan maybe next month. Weeeeeeeee~ I'm so happy I hope this time he'll buy me comics because last year he got sick when they went to Nagasaki. I miss papa vewy much. Heheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola always gets furious and her object? - ME. She said that I am lazy because I don't fix my bed and clean my room and help in chores and sweep the floor and wipe the window and wash dishes and feed my pets and teach Yani to read and do the laundry and go for errands. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.... She said that all I do is sit in front of the computer and draw useless stuff and read nonesense books and sit in the couch and listening to (walang kwenta according to her) My music. I need some motivation!!! WAAAAAAAA!!! I'm hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone from DA yesterday. He's from ADDU. He keeps on calling me Ate and I hate it. Amp. He talks a LOT. He talked about her girlfriend who died because of vehicular accident. Hhuhuhuhu.. He love her so much. We chatted in YM and all we talked about was her girlfriend. He said she was like Sassy Girl. Everything that he knows, she does better! She beats him in counterstrike; she has 3 level 99 (too bad she left him with no password), he has only level 96; she plays guitar and drums, he's learning to play guitar; she's a good artist; and I saw her pic.. she's beautiful. He said that she looks like Tifa, hmm.. maybe for him. Heheheh! How bad could it be.. to lose someone special to you. I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesh will give her gift next year. Hmmm.. I told her to give me a book: Twisted 6! I haven't read the entire book yet and I prefer Twisted 6 coz it's the most number of pages. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my tulco paint!!! I've been planning to make a T-shirt usung my own design!! Now that I have all the vacant time!! WAAAAAAAA...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lotsa plans this vacation! But... I forgot those plans I made. I need an organizer to jot down EVERYTHING that has to be remembered. A necessity for incoherent, disorganized (schizoid heheh) people like me. Hmm.. where did I put that organizer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples start to grow... my vanity has gone berserk! Celeteque! Give me an output! I need it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113530563109348353?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113530563109348353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113530563109348353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113530563109348353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113530563109348353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/news.html' title='NEWS'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113487104406128127</id><published>2005-12-18T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:57:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangreal</title><content type='html'>Sangreal.... Sangreal.... Holy Grail... Royal Blood line...&lt;br /&gt;Mary Magdalene.... Sarah... Jesus.....&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaa.... My thoughts are killing meh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113487104406128127?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113487104406128127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113487104406128127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113487104406128127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113487104406128127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/sangreal.html' title='Sangreal'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113452652332587248</id><published>2005-12-14T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:26:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Wild ARMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/rikka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/rikka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nalapsan nasad ka!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Rikka Norine Ortizo Villanueva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call her: Wikka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 24 March 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's good in: cooking, making friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with her: she washes my white uniform in the CR everytime it gets stained. Weeeeee!! She's the most "gifted" among us. ARMS, you know what I mean. Hehehehhe.. She's good in cooking and she is like a mama to us. When she comes in our house she does the cooking for us! Hmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/qhris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/qhris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tara na, time na!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Chris Bacus Mascardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call her: Kris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 25 July 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's good in: Playing guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with her: she was my first guitar teacher. She loves music very much. We were classmates when we were in first year highschool. Kris is my constant reminder to spend my money wisely. She is also my alarm clock! And of all the friends I have she is the most obedient daughter to her parents I've ever known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/mo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/mo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hate Avril"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Jewel Sabanal Pidor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call her: Mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 23 October 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's good in: Photography, crticizing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with her: we jumped over ACD's fence and were caught by a teacher and were sent to the Discipline Incharge Office! That we were practicing our graduation song. We were late so we decided to do it. "No guts no glory!" That's the only thing I could think that time. Huhuhuhu.. When we went to the DIC Sir told us that he will rule us out in the honor's list. I cried. Papa will be there in my graduation and I told him he SHOULD come because since elementary he was the one who pins my ribbon during recognition. Huhuhu.. Anyway, I don't what happened maybe Sir was just threatening us for us to repent. Mo, is a head turner! Heheheh! Everyone thinks that she is cool and I think she really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/pulgas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/pulgas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Immoral! Immoral!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Paul Adrian Doctora Tirol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call him: Poli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 13 August 1985&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's good in: Almost all computer games; drawing, singing (???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with him: We joined RPC 2005 Drawing Contest and he won the 2nd prize. He is good even if you let him draw complicated positions. When we were in 3rd year high school I even applied once to be his art student. The two of us formulated the "Don't leave your drawings unattended" policy because he is pissed off everytime I "overdraw" on his drawings. Everyone knows Pol in Sonicboom. Who wouldn't? The person who will beat Pol in Guilty Gear and Tekken hasn't been born yet! Praise be to you Poli!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/mike.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/mike.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Kupo! Kupo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: John Michael Yap Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call him: Mike/Squall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 7 December 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's good in: Drawing, RPGs, Playing Drums, Math (high average) and Physics (superior)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with him: Mike was my favorite opponent in our swordfights when we were in first year highschool. During cleaners' day we would equip ourselves with broom and dustpans and poke each other's arse! Hahahaha! When we were Sophomores, we were text addicts (and I really mean addict as in text till dawn)! We were talkative in texting and yet in school we don't really talk that much. I use the name "Squall" when i text him, (i was forced to call him that!) and when we text we use only ENGLISH! Anyway, Mike is SUPERIOR in Physics! I was really really amazed when I found it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/kuja.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/kuja.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ahahahy! Keki kaayo si Japs! ^*^"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kanusa ka naka-tuon ug drawing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Michael Ruiz Razonable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call him/her: Kuja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 14 November 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S/he is good in: Playing Piano, Socializing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with him: he placed a ballpen under my chair adn when I sat down.. you know what happened.. ^^; Kuja plays the piano very well. S/He used to go to our house almost everyday every summer. And there we play on the keys of my piano. I remembered before s/he pasted the picture of Hiei in his desk at school. He was obsessed with him and he even made a song for. I dunno if he could still remember. Kuja is ALWAYS the first one who greets me happy birthday. Heheheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/jerk.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/jerk.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Kompleto akong anime diri sa laptop nako. XP"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: John Jerico Buenavista Talili&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call him: Jerk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 20 September 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's good in: psychology :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with him: I thought he was psychotic when we were in elementary. There was one time, the janitor of the school mopped the floor. Jerk was staring at the wet floor. Then when the janitor left he lied on the floor. XD He was really crazy... When we were in highschool I really find him weird (together with his weir bestfriend Mike). He was megalomaniac and I don't have the slightest idea why we, ARMS considered him to be our commander. Hehehe! Now he's in Ceritos California, and he never forgets us. There's always a big party everytime he pays a visit here. Hihihihi...! Commander Jerk! Yokai Aegis! *Salute!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/janmags.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/janmags.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Magpalibre nasad ka?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Jan Angelo Mag-aso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call him: Janmags, Magsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 1 November 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's good in: Searching Hentai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with him: he treats us out almost every other day! He thinks I am a leech and I only go with him because I am expecting him to feed me. hehehe... He thinks that I am a scammer. T.T huhuhuhu... He believed me when I said to him &lt;em&gt;"What's the use of boyriend?"&lt;/em&gt; He told me once to look for a boyfriend to have a financer. I said No because I will just use his money (but I was just joking). Huhuhuhu.. Janmags, am no scammer! Waaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/dan.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/dan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jennie, next to counterstrike is you. :3"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Danmarie Mendoza Inting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call him: Babuy, Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 9 March 1985&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's good in: bass guitar, Ragnarok Online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with him: He often beats me in versus games! Grrr... and his wining pose annoys me! Grrrr.. Dan was my seatmate when we were 2nd year highschool I find him very weird. He used to treat my classmates before. I know he is filthy rich and maybe that's why I hated him. But I could not really believe he got lots of OKANE in his pocket because his looks doesn't show. Hehehe.. peace! He's KSP and he sight of him worsens my happy day. But he's nice to me somehow, he paid for the beaker, test tube and petridishes (sponsor gud! Heheh.. ) Arigato Gozaimashita!^*^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/cyndi.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/cyndi.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pahirama ko gitara nimo beh.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Cyndi Leah Villanueva &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call her: Cyndz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 2 February 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's good in: reading 1thick pocketbook overnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with her: Her laugh sounds like an owl. So silent so reserved. She looks like my friend Wilson. Hehehehhe... PEACE! :D Cyndi loves Sherlock Holmes and other books which is realted to forensics. That's why she is always in the top borrowers' list in our library. You'll never see her without a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/aicha.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/aicha.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nothhing is cheaper than something free"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Kristine Grace Bitco Cutin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call her: Aicha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOB: 19 September 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is good in: writing, drawing, web design&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories with her: we're often mistakened as twin sisters. I really adore the way Aicha expresses herself through writing. She doesn't know I like it and I don't want her to know. Heheheh.. Anyway she knows she's good. Everything she writes for me is worth reading. Of all the non-famous writers I know she is my favorite. And I know she'll be able to write a book someday. Heheheheh! Bukad atay! XP I could still remember (2nd year)that afternoon when we met. Kenneth Yamada (my half-japanese classmate) handed me a paper with Hiragana (Japanese characters) in it and asked me to read the writing on the paper. It read "Samurai". A girl looked at me as if shocked to see someone who could read Japanese too. She asked me &lt;em&gt;"Kabasa lagi ka?". &lt;/em&gt;I nodded, I asumed she wrote that word. And then there we got acquainted. At first it was awkward. I really don't like the getting-to-know parts of friendship, I am always worried I might bore the person I'm talking to. But anyway, things went well. We share almost the same interests. Even though we've never been classmates people always see us together. That is why maybe why they say we looked like sister. From the hair to the body built and even the way we dress. Only that she is darker compared to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113452652332587248?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113452652332587248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113452652332587248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113452652332587248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113452652332587248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/wanted-wild-arms.html' title='Wanted: Wild ARMS'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113427210082946786</id><published>2005-12-11T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:35:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiped Out</title><content type='html'>My pc was reformated yesterday (courtesy of Kuja). Huhuhuhu... I haven't made any back up file. All the pictures I transfered from my cam (including the narci pics, 3k pics, Loalde pics, Mongster pics, Jo-anne's pics, Novie's drawing requests, Tara's chibi art, soon to be deviations, edited pics). The movies and mp3s I downloaded.. (Anime, Korean movies, my music videos)Even my brother's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1300 SLIDE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; powerpoint stick death animation project which Dan made.. I am the one to blame!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.....!!!!!! Now I'll have to start all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113427210082946786?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113427210082946786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113427210082946786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113427210082946786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113427210082946786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/swiped-out.html' title='Swiped Out'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113419138470478470</id><published>2005-12-10T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:48:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Bride</title><content type='html'>I saw this movie last week and never get tired watching it again and again. The story centers Suh Beoun, a typical 15 year old schoolgirl and Sangmin Park a 23 year old art intern. Beoun always thought of Sangmin as his older brother who always ticks her off. Both grandfathers are bestfriends. They planned to have their children marry. Unfortunately, they both got sons. So they thought of passing their unwritten law to their grandchildren. Beoun's initial reaction was to spurn his grandpa's request of course. Hehehehe... who would want to get married at this age, ne? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/chao%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/chao%20006.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Grandpa uses his health (manipulates ECGs and falsify its results to pretend that he's dying) to cow the poor Beoun (but grandpa isn't really a bad guy). He left her with no choice but to marry Sangmin. So they got married. In school, only her bestfriend knows about her secret marriage. It would be humiliating in her part if the whole school would know. She then meets a cute baseball player. The two grew fondness with each other. The girls in the school were jealous of her because they fervently dreamed of dating him. Even her bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Now their parents brought a house for the young couple. Considering that Beoun is a minor, their parents decided to have their rooms separated. They were adamant in warning Sangmin that their will be no grandchildren yet until Beoun graduates college (she is still in 1st year highschool by the way). Sangmin conformed to the rules though their are times he plays on Beoun. And she on the otherhand thinks that Sangmin is a sleazebag and a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;They are like cats and dogs inside their house. They throw veggies at each others face, fight over household chores and voraciously slurp spaghetti which they made together. One day, Sangmin was assigned by her senior to teach art class at Beoun's school.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaack! I am an anti-spoiler. Why am I telling you all this. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113419138470478470?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113419138470478470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113419138470478470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113419138470478470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113419138470478470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-little-bride_10.html' title='My Little Bride'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113368942120581934</id><published>2005-12-04T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:43:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Can Do</title><content type='html'>My brother is febrile (39.0 C). And he wants to go out of the house (to meet with her girlfriend, who now studies at Cagayan, I think). I dunno, I'm not sure because he didn't tell anyone where on tarnation his destination will be. Even my mother who was so furious at him, did not have any idea where. Mama just got mad and did not even try to lock the gate, restrain him or anything like that. Anyway no matter how Mama asks Jan (my brother) to stay he never listens. He gets everything he want. And I hate him for that. XP "Look what love can do", my Lola murmured to herslef. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon when Jan arrived, Mama told me to give him Paracetamol. But I gave him the wrong drug (Ibuprofen Alaxan). WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! I'm so so so TANGA!! huhuhuhuhuh..... Gomen-nasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;argh!&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113368942120581934?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113368942120581934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113368942120581934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113368942120581934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113368942120581934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-love-can-do_04.html' title='What Love Can Do'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113344817613693768</id><published>2005-12-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T06:55:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomodachi</title><content type='html'>Starting now I will include pictures of some of the moments for the day.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/xiao%20236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/xiao%20236.jpg" width="648" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin, Faith and me. OMFG! It's Yin! I can't believe he got influenced by us to cut class. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/xiao%20238.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/xiao%20238.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Capuccino. Xiao doesn't dwink coffee. She believes that something in it makes you look like a hag and add wrinkles on your face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/xiao%20264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/xiao%20264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ku in his oral gratification. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/xiao%20254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/xiao%20254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Empty glasses and a mug. mao ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/xiao%20261.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/xiao%20261.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noob vs pro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113344817613693768?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113344817613693768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113344817613693768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113344817613693768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113344817613693768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/tomodachi.html' title='Tomodachi'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113340146428283986</id><published>2005-12-01T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:44:58.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provoked Again</title><content type='html'>I woke up late! Huhuhuhuhu... Last night I had a bad bad bad dream. But I forgot what the dream was all about. Nyay! Hmm.. My teacher in research always records the attendance. By the time I get 7 absences, I'm dead meat. My current status: 3/7. Huhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;This morning was not so good. Last night &lt;or&gt;I slept at 3:00am. I really felt bad and this hatred that grew inside me keeps me out from thinking right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back then when I was still in highschool, I was so unruly. I go to school late, I cut class, colored all my hair red, jumped across the fence &lt;together&gt;, and make fun of some teachers. Those days were fun.&lt;br /&gt;The hatred I keep inside is something that I want to show to everyone. I wanted to shout everytime I talk, swear people who made me feel bad, frown in front of people, and make special people around me cry. I'm a bad bad bad kid. My whole being was consumed. But I managed to get my crooked life straight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here I am again. After 3 years of hate-free living, I am again provoked. I hate so many things that happened in my life lately. People I love are the people I hate. There are 4 of them - but really they are so special. How do I keep myslef from doing so... I don't want to hate. Help me God, if you really care about me you won't let this happen. I'm willing to forgive and forget everything but I need someone to help me. You are watching me, I know. And I know you are not pleased to see my soul rot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113340146428283986?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113340146428283986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113340146428283986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113340146428283986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113340146428283986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/provoked-again.html' title='Provoked Again'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113310468648714021</id><published>2005-11-27T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:59:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pained Smile</title><content type='html'>Many things happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;My Camera of Obscura captured some of these moments.&lt;br /&gt;I had a swell time with my friends and we did lots of fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We brought Yu-gi-Oh! cards and played again! We also went to&lt;br /&gt;Loalde where they sell dresses I dreamed of wearing long before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/xiao%20161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/200/xiao%20161.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 88px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="506" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/jinixiao/xiao169.jpg" width="426" /&gt;  &lt;img style="WIDTH: 106px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="471" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/jinixiao/xiao171.jpg" width="521" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures inside the dressing room. That time though some dress&lt;br /&gt;did not really fit for &lt;em&gt;some reasons, &lt;/em&gt;I felt like &lt;em&gt;"Oh, I'm a girl afterall".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I really like dresses and I actually want to wear them always&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, I don't look good on it and I will become a left material.&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhu... poor me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to school to go to the library. At the gate I saw Novie.&lt;br /&gt;He seemed busy, he talked to some officer, i think.&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to speak or do any means of communication with him.&lt;br /&gt;But.. I don't know why I did that... I am so impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid as always I asked him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Suko ka?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAARRRRGHHHHH!!! &lt;strong&gt;TANGA &lt;/strong&gt;jud kaayo ko sa katanan.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I asked that stuuuupid question? Of course he IS mad. Amp.&lt;br /&gt;And when he finally recognized me, he just looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back, and saw my friends who was waiting for me and for the possble&lt;br /&gt;scene I would have made.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked, what happened not a minute ago kept playing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And as I think of it more, the pain reels inside me.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to repress it, but the pain is so severe that even tears can't relieve it.&lt;br /&gt;Ku and Faith were witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;Chickenshit that was so shameful. It was like a slap and a double slap to my face.&lt;br /&gt;Silence really is the best thing you can give to your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;But he is not an enemy for me. He is my friend and even my kuya once.&lt;br /&gt;I valued him so that talking to him has become part of my daily rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to cheer me up. Ku made me laugh. He always does.&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing but not happy.&lt;br /&gt;How long will this take?&lt;br /&gt;The pain torments me each morning I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;No more gud mornings, gudnyts,no more petty arguements,&lt;br /&gt;no more txtmesgs, PM's, YMchats, no more telepathy..&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhuhuhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113310468648714021?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113310468648714021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113310468648714021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113310468648714021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113310468648714021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/pained-smile.html' title='Pained Smile'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113274194156843730</id><published>2005-11-23T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:43:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUUICHIGATSU DAISUKI</title><content type='html'>Yep.. the title is true,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; hountou, hountou..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Juuichigatsu&lt;/span&gt; is full of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AI.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;tansoku..&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kimi wa nyuushin desu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You brought me &lt;/span&gt;egao to shiawase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Motto touku made isshoni yuketara nee&lt;br /&gt;Ureshikute sore dakede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Omoi de wa itsumo kirei da kedo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wakarimasen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahahahha! Bleh. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113274194156843730?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113274194156843730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113274194156843730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113274194156843730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113274194156843730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/juuichigatsu-daisuki.html' title='JUUICHIGATSU DAISUKI'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113215293501512022</id><published>2005-11-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T08:22:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai! Itai!</title><content type='html'>Last night, me and Kuja, my gay friend had a girl to girl(?) chat.&lt;br /&gt;He was in pain. He tried to sound cheerful but he failed to convince me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started telling the story.&lt;br /&gt;Kuja met this guy about two to three weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;And with that very short span of time he felt something for him&lt;br /&gt;but he was certain that it was nothing more but an admiration for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuja celebrated his birthday for two days, he was there, invited of course.&lt;br /&gt;There Kuja started to feel something for him.&lt;br /&gt;He realized he was falling for him.&lt;br /&gt;But the sad part was, after Kuja's birthday he left and went to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hurt. And I can feel how hard it is for him.&lt;br /&gt;He easily gets attached.&lt;br /&gt;Falls inlove easily.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that when you love, getting hurt comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You have a point there"&lt;/em&gt;, kuja said.&lt;br /&gt;And I was happy I helped him somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, did you really meant what you said?&lt;br /&gt;Did you REALLY love someone? or worse, Do you really know how to love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I really worry about myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113215293501512022?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113215293501512022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113215293501512022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113215293501512022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113215293501512022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/ai-itai.html' title='Ai! Itai!'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113172650185842259</id><published>2005-11-12T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:28:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsdown</title><content type='html'>Breathe in for luck. &lt;br /&gt;Breathe in so deep. &lt;br /&gt;This air is blessed, you share with me. &lt;br /&gt;This night is wild, so calm and dull. &lt;br /&gt;These hearts, they race, from self-control. &lt;br /&gt;Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine. &lt;br /&gt;We're doing fine. &lt;br /&gt;We're doing nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. &lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me? &lt;br /&gt;So I die happy. &lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst, &lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;Whichever you prefer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are hushed, "let's not get busted." &lt;br /&gt;Just lay entwined here, undiscovered. &lt;br /&gt;Safe in here from all the stupid questions. &lt;br /&gt;"Hey did you get some?" &lt;br /&gt;Man that is so dumb. &lt;br /&gt;Stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear. &lt;br /&gt;So we can get some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. &lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me? &lt;br /&gt;So I die happy. &lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst, &lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;Whichever you prefer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember. &lt;br /&gt;Always remember the sound of the stereo. &lt;br /&gt;The dim of the soft lights. &lt;br /&gt;The scent of your hair, that you twirled in your fingers. &lt;br /&gt;And the time on the clock, when we realized "It's so late!" &lt;br /&gt;And this walk that we share together. &lt;br /&gt;The streets were wet, and the gate was locked, &lt;br /&gt;So I jumped it, and let you in. &lt;br /&gt;And you stood at the door, with your hands on my waist. &lt;br /&gt;And you kissed me like you meant it. &lt;br /&gt;And I knew...that you meant it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113172650185842259?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113172650185842259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113172650185842259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113172650185842259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113172650185842259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/handsdown.html' title='Handsdown'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113099412211134021</id><published>2005-11-03T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:02:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I am Bored</title><content type='html'>I'm dead bored. I wanna get out of the house!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But mama won't give me zenny!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:.:*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xiao &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;starts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~*::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zidane! Kidnap me please! I will go with you without hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of Alexandria. The Queen is so cruel, Steiner is guarding outside the door!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot summon my Eidolons, they took my staff away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Tonight when the sun is gone, I'll wait for you at the dock&lt;/em&gt;..* ~xiao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113099412211134021?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113099412211134021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113099412211134021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113099412211134021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113099412211134021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-am-bored.html' title='When I am Bored'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113051790602957776</id><published>2005-10-28T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:17:41.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35 Random Facts About Xiao</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. is trying hard to be a singer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. loves to pinch my cat's nose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. is afraid of ghosts and ghosts-related stories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. had bronchopneumonia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. is practicing Painter 9 and tablet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. has a softspot for old people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. is cutting her hair a little everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. hates cockroaches and freaks out if she finds one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. is a bad cook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. has a big crush on Lenard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. sleeps during earth sci class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. has 5 ear piercings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. was a frustrated thrasher and is ashame of claiming so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. secretly plucks eyebrow by herself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. drools when asleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. does not drink coffee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. had piano lessons before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. wants her digicam back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. always runs out of money&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. cleans her ears everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. is nailbiting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. lacks motivation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. love maps and stationeries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. is sleepy right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. does not attend english class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. wanted to be a cheerleader&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. loves the color brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. wears a loose white shirt at home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. plays dancemaniax&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. does not want to be called by her first name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. jpop lightens her day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. got a yellow belt in shorinryu karatedo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. internet is a necessity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. is vain in her own way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113051790602957776?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113051790602957776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113051790602957776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113051790602957776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113051790602957776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/35-random-facts-about-xiao.html' title='35 Random Facts About Xiao'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-113006402054823279</id><published>2005-10-23T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:40:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinuod Kaha Ni? Hahahah!ü</title><content type='html'>Message: Para sa impormasyon sa mga kababayin-an sa tibuok kalibutan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kung muingon mi nga gwapa ka, ayaw dayon tubag ug "atik!"...Panagsa ra mi mu dayg ug gwapa...obyusleh, kung gitawag ka nga "gwapa" naa jud mi enteres nimo...kinsa man sad kuno ang tarong nga laki tawagon kang "bati'g nawng!" atubangan sa kadaghanan... Di kaha mi katilaw ug plying kick ana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mangutana gani mi kung kanus-a ka abelabol, kana nagpasabot kung pwede ba ka ma detdet (DATE ba sa ininggles)...ayaw sa mi baraha kay mangutana agi mi nimu ug strait...amo lang gityming- yming kay mauwawon man sab tawn mi mga kwanggolon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kung nakabantay na ka nga nagsige na mi ug sunod-sunod nimo, maka-baynte na mi ug grit nimo gud morning, or ikaw na lang pirmi tagdon, makig dungan ug uli bisan nort ug sawt, langit ug lupa ! ang gilay- on sa atong balay wid matching "Ako lang dala sa imo tings beh!", kana ganahan jud mi nimo... Pero sa pirmi natong kinuyog ug detdet (DATE sa ininggles pa), ayaw sad pangutana ug dali-dali "Wat r we?" or sa binisaya pa, "Unsa man jud diay ta?"...Inahak, makulbaan sad mi gamay...we also feel a bit presyur... Kalma lang gud...musulti lagi mi in dyu taym. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung kahibaw na jud ka nga ganahan mi nimo kay nisulti na man jud mi (hala ka!) Ayaw sad sige hisgot sa imo Ex-boypren oi...its hurt man sad...not unlis kung nisturya ka sa panahong gigukod siya sa inyong IRO nga nisutoy siya ug dagan kay por syur I will lap wid u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hangyo lang sad, kung nakakita ka sa imong crush o di ba kaha nakakita ka ug laki nga purting gwapoha, ayaw sad panguhit namo, "Gwapo kay siya noh?" Hala plis! Laki intawn mi ug dili pud mi kiligon sa imong crush... Masuko ra ba mo mu comentar! yo mi, "Gwapo pa man akong lolo ana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sa panahon nga mag-date na tah, por syur kami man jud gasto, be konsyus wid yor dayet ha para konsyus pud mi sa among bulsa...kung kada adlaw na ta date ug nakabantay mo nga chippy ug tubig na lang among gi-order, KKB na ta ha...salamat sa pagsabot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. But op cors labaw sa tanan, ayaw kaayo ni ninyo siryusuha kay basin mu comantaryo mo, mapikon mo ug ibalik ni ninyo nako,Dyok dyok ra ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pero kung dili na jud madala kay naglagot jud mo mga babaye ani...Iporward sa tanang babaye nga kaila ninyo nga wala pa makabasa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sa mga lalake, kalingawi ninyo ug porward pero ayaw sa inyong naibgan kay basin instant basted niya mo ana! Pahabol: Kung magpakuyog mo mirkado...ayaw pud mi paalsaha ug usa ka sakong bugas... Kilo-kiloha pud na....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-113006402054823279?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/113006402054823279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=113006402054823279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113006402054823279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/113006402054823279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/tinuod-kaha-ni-hahahah.html' title='Tinuod Kaha Ni? Hahahah!ü'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112996975797336286</id><published>2005-10-22T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T16:29:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyche Against My Pride</title><content type='html'>We won the second place in the Speech Choir! I &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; expected this. I either underestimated our class's capacity or overestimated the competitors'. The judges did some reduction of points because we were not there on time that we were supposed to perform first. We were not able to watch them perform because Jun-jun did not let us so. He wants us to concentrate on our piece rather than getting demoralized by their performances. Our standing was unknown to us as of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the performance, I have done a little acting. Jun-jun was their gesturing me to cry - and when he say cry he wants it with TEARS. So I did. It was not really hard for me though 'coz theatre acting has always been my inclination. And everytime I play my role, it ALWAYS falls under drama (me do the crying stuff) or comedy (me playing a role of a psycho, a brat, and the like). I don't really give a rat's ass on what others think. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our performance I heard positive comments from the audience. Wilson approached me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Xiao! I'm so proud of you! I wish I was on your place and did that part! You were excellent back there! &lt;/em&gt;", clinging wearing the usual big smile. Then my other classmates congratulated me, &lt;em&gt;"Yey! Xiao! Best Actress!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very overwhelming indeed. My ego wants to burst out and shout at the top my lungs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I must be really good", &lt;/em&gt;I thought.&lt;br /&gt;But NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't let it consume your being. Don't think high of your self too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, Okay, wake up Xiao and get over with it. Others don't think that way. The judges aren't even impressed. They don't even recognize you", &lt;/em&gt;Psyche (Ku's imaginary friend) reminded me. *&lt;em&gt;Slaps Xiao hard in the face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awww.. that hurts) Heheheh! Okay! You are right Psyche! Thanks for reminding me again and again. I'm so shitty forgetful. Amf. Remind me everyday please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have won the FIRST place! I just know it. If we were just on time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psyche: &lt;em&gt;*Slaps Xiao again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao: &lt;strong&gt;What?! What was that for!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psyche: I dunno... I forgot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112996975797336286?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112996975797336286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112996975797336286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112996975797336286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112996975797336286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/psyche-against-my-pride.html' title='Psyche Against My Pride'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112977653181013254</id><published>2005-10-20T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:48:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>These past few days my sleeping pattern has been altered because of our project in Earth Sci. I sleep at 4:00am already last night, together with Mo and Jesh. We were searching for facts about stars and constellations adn at the same time learning how to use power point. I do not really know how to make use of that. We were taught to use that when I was in 2nd year highschool. But it was by pair so I slacked off and rellied too much to Janmags, knowing that he is adept with it makes me feel so inferior about computer-related stuffs before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of the nocturnal creature I have become, my face looks really stressed and my eyebags increase in diameter every passing night. They're so dark that you want to use an eraser but it wouldn't be enough. Pimples are starting to show up, good thing they are not that obvious. I eat alot but I lose weight 0.1kg/day to be exact. And my eyes, *&lt;em&gt;narrowing eyes&lt;/em&gt;* they are so so worn out. I cannot see easily something from afar. I don't want to wear eyeglasses. My four-eyed friends testify that it's as close as losing one body part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112977653181013254?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112977653181013254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112977653181013254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112977653181013254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112977653181013254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112940246296507202</id><published>2005-10-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:23:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yu Gi Oh!</title><content type='html'>It was five minutes before our Earth Sci Class and we were still at the first floor escalator of Gmall. We were about to exit when a deck of Yugi Oh! cards displayed in a stall caught my attention. I went closely to examine if they were authentic (even though I know they were not), pretending that I know these stuff. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Wow! Yu Gi Oh! cards! Ku look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku went closer and opened one box - the purple one. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"I'll buy this one!", he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain was too slow to decide, so my impulsive side overcame,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Me too&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/YUGIXIAO1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/YUGIXIAO1.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!". I picked the orange one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku's deck mostly consists of powerful cards. I on the otherhand, got nuttin' but stupid trapcards. I didn't whine though, it's Mo's title and I don't plan to dethrone her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside hastely as I opened my flashy-laced-violet umbrella. I couldn't stand the heat. I think the sun is mad at me. Amf. XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our Earth Sci quiz, Mo and I had a duel card game. Same rules with the Yu Gi Oh! videogame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mo, when you summon a card, say it loudly and with feelings or else the card will not recognize it", I instructed Mo, thinking that this would add up fun to our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Yong was behind us watching our duel. He said that he watches Yu Gi Oh! too but does not know anything about the cardgame. I heard him chuckling from behind. Maybe he wants to join, but no, he is too old for these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won against Mo, I didn't know how, begginer's luck maybe. Heheheh~ Now I am starting to imagine I am one of the Yu Gi Oh! characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112940246296507202?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112940246296507202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112940246296507202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112940246296507202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112940246296507202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/yu-gi-oh.html' title='Yu Gi Oh!'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112918632806762824</id><published>2005-10-13T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:21:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Gugma Kunuhay</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kuhaon nako ang &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bulan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aron i-dakdak sa imong &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nawong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unya i-ligid sa tibuok nimong &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;kalawasan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aron &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;masinati&lt;/span&gt; nimo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang kagilok sa akong &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gugma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~sir yong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112918632806762824?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112918632806762824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112918632806762824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112918632806762824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112918632806762824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/ang-gugma-kunuhay.html' title='Ang Gugma Kunuhay'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112886658872377878</id><published>2005-10-09T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:03:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daikirai Desu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am I just too sensitive or am I just unappreciated?&lt;br /&gt;People who don't even give a slightest care on what favor you do for them,&lt;br /&gt;really ticks me out.&lt;br /&gt;That really hurts, ya know and considering that he is your friend, really annoys the hell out of me. Grrrr.. I'm so furios, I hate to hate but I am starting to.&lt;br /&gt;Once is tolerable but twice (even 3x!) is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm done being nice. &lt;strong&gt;DAME!DAME!DAME! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112886658872377878?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112886658872377878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112886658872377878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112886658872377878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112886658872377878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/daikirai-desu_09.html' title='Daikirai Desu!'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112795631161599122</id><published>2005-09-29T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:11:51.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I don't let this out now I don't think Im gonna sleep soundly for the following nights that would come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday ago, I sat on one dust-filled floor near the AVR,  industriously cutting letters for the next day's Quiz Bowl. Then he just suddenly passed by. He is really cute and if I ever get a chance to glomp him I would and I would pull out those cute eyes and hold him soooo tight he'll kiss the moons! Ummm... but I don't think I can do that, no way. I'll wait till insanity bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can write no more. For now I deliberately try hard to suppress the inner spark that lights up whenever he is near. I must be firm. A ninja must always keep herself discreet at all times (I am a ninja FYI). For being loud, I don't think  I can still pick up the remnants that will be condemned by controversies. For we know &lt;em&gt;na may pakpak ang balita may tenga ang lupa&lt;/em&gt;, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye for now, I will find away again to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112795631161599122?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112795631161599122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112795631161599122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112795631161599122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112795631161599122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/controversies.html' title='Controversies'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112764216708577983</id><published>2005-09-25T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:57:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I overheard this conversation while I was at the backyard playing with my &lt;em&gt;miming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lola&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Pista man diay dira sa inyoha noh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Mao lagi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lola&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Unsa'y handa ninyo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Ang unang bisita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112764216708577983?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112764216708577983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112764216708577983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112764216708577983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112764216708577983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/ang-fiesta.html' title='Ang Fiesta'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112732085285465344</id><published>2005-09-22T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:40:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wanna Be a Goner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 12:30 mn and I hear dogs howling. They give me the creeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and Dan played a 1on1 match in Gunbound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always win, it's not just mere luck.. you call that STRATEGY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HEHEHEHEH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously, &lt;em&gt;DILI KO HAWOD, BANGA LANG JUD SILA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/nov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/nov.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished drawing kuya Novie's &lt;em&gt;shotgun portrait&lt;/em&gt;. Just kidding. Let's just say.. it's half meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really find it hard drawing his face out. I don't get to see him REALLY that close so his features aren't so familiar to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope he'll meet his expected outcome, 'coz if he doesn't------!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm dead meat. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112732085285465344?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112732085285465344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112732085285465344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112732085285465344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112732085285465344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-wanna-be-goner.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna Be a Goner'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112732081618103732</id><published>2005-09-22T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:40:16.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 12:30 mn and I hear dogs howling. They give me the creeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and Dan played a 1on1 match in Gunbound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always win, it's not just mere luck.. you call that STRATEGY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HEHEHEHEH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously, &lt;em&gt;DILI KO HAWOD, BANGA LANG JUD SILA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/nov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/nov.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished drawing kuya Novie's &lt;em&gt;shotgun portrait&lt;/em&gt;. Just kidding. Let's just say.. it's half meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really find it hard drawing his face out. I don't get to see him REALLY that close so his features aren't so familiar to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope he'll meet his expected outcome, 'coz if he doesn't------!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm dead meat. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112732081618103732?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112732081618103732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112732081618103732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112732081618103732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112732081618103732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-1230-mn-and-i-hear-dogs-howling.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112710366568474802</id><published>2005-09-19T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:59:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy I Feel Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't feel good today. My tummy's upset and I throw up almost every 30 minutes. I wear a jacket, pajama, socks, warmers and I just turned off the fan. I stil have lots of things to do: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/sickcat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/sickcat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print my NCP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Write a drugstudy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Draw a portait of Kuya Novie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Buy Aicha a Bday gift&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Change Mo's blog template -- done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Edit my friendster profile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Find someone to host my "BSN3K Scandal" MTV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My shoutbox is not working, need to edit again.amf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So many things to do. So little time. Being sick is NOT an excuse. XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112710366568474802?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112710366568474802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112710366568474802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112710366568474802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112710366568474802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/mommy-i-feel-hot.html' title='Mommy I Feel Hot'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112690258017749505</id><published>2005-09-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:29:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non-adventures of XIAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Garferio won't be around this morning. As practical as we a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/raon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="77" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/raon.jpg" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lways practice (?), we casted haste on ourselves and raced to SEQUEL. In our classroom, gamers are divided into two groups: the GUNBOUND ANONYMOUS and DotA BOYS. That is why we have to be in sequel in a jiffy before those scumbags get ahead of us. As far as 10meters aw&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/dota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/dota.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay I could see clearly those game-hungry freaks pending outside. Then as fast as we could we begged taxi drivers to take us to Swift Portal Cafe-Obrero. We were six, and they strictly adhere to the policy 5 passenger capacity. But it didn't took long. The driver charged us Php6/head. Not bad I thought, since Obrero is just like so near,duh. Frenzily I swang the door open headed straight to the attendant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ate! Naa available 6 ka unit?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ay, wala baya jin.Dili ka connect."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amp. Pagkamalas nalang jud namo. Heat accompanied us as we moved to Clickers-Obrero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry wala na mi unit reserve man gud ng uban."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation motivated us to the make our way to BOYZTREK Jacinto. From there I found Ateneans staring at us as we compactedly walked along &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/elie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/320/elie.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacinto St. as if flaunting our apparent SPC uniform. We checked all the internet cafes (Boyztrek, Sequel, FRB, Urban Zone) there and as usual, no vacancy, no gunbound, more walking. We didn't walked literally. Our last resort was Boyztrek Bolton.&lt;br /&gt;I went in first and I saw NO COSTUMERS! I was so so jubilant and relieved that all the fare we've spent searching has finally paid off! YEHEY!&lt;br /&gt;We picked the stubs excitedly then looked for our cubicles. A minute later complaints were raised regarding the keyboard, the connection, and even the LAN games have errors. Grrr... Then a few minutes in the middle of our whining I saw the DotA boys (again). WAAAAA~ Funny how desperate they were like us. After an hour and a half we had enough. Their unit sucked. Who would want to tolerate those kind of computers/connection/whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----PL501 Earth Science Class-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Midterm grades are ready to be computed. Mr.Alderite gave us our God-forsaken-midterm exam scores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----Flashback--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SD 410 5:30-6:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To my right was the irregular student (*girl name here*), and to my left, (*boy name here*). I haven't read much about Nat Sci. I dunno if I could pass this exam. I begged *boy and *girl to generously give me answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But they didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------Back to PL501------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found out that *boy's score was only 47/100!!! WAHAHAHAH!! My ego was overjoyed to see him fail. I know this is not so good, but I don't wanna be superficial. I passed without any help from them! I got 62/100 by the way (at least). The nerve of him. He really ticks me out. Arrghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----------------2nd Floor PL Lobby------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw my artworks already in the bulletin. It was fine with me. What I really didn't liked was posting my WHOLE REAL NAME on it! And kuya Novie doesn't seem to undertstand what I feel. I don't want my name there! This is a major humiliation for me. I hate it. As in. I DON'T WANT MY NAME THERE!!! TOMORROW ONCE I GET TO SCHOOL I WOULD TEAR THAT OFF AND REPLACE IT WITH ANOTHER ONE WITHOUT A NAME ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/6724198-112690258017749505?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112690258017749505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112690258017749505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112690258017749505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112690258017749505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/non-adventures-of-xiao.html' title='The Non-adventures of XIAO'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112676155888629319</id><published>2005-09-15T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:19:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cat is a Narci~!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/jini%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/200/jini%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cat is playing hard to get! He's name is Miming Korean, by the way (intsik xa ug nawing).The more he evade my cuddles the more I want to cling to that soft-cotton line fur and rub my face againts his. nyao~&lt;br /&gt;There was one time when I locked all the exits and planned to corner so he'll have no way out and won't have any choice but to accept my tight embrace for him. It didn't happen. He's too fast and I don't want to hurt him either. He is soooo kawaii!^_^ nyao~  My favorite cat is Kitten Mitsurugi. Yep. Sounds like the HITEN MITSURUGI,huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/1600/jini%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1763/377/200/jini%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umm.. He's supposed to be BIGGER than his size now. Unfortunately he suffered from a disease before (I think we're the same) &lt;em&gt;BITOK!&lt;/em&gt; But he is strong like Kenshin's HITEN MITSURUGI anD managed to live and recover from it. Anyway, Kiten is so apathetic unlike Miming Korean. He's not even affected even if you pull off all the fur in his black MANE n TALE hair. Hihihi~ These cats are THIEVES! MGA WALANG HIYA! HUMAN NAKO PAKAUNON UG ISDA KAWATON PA PATI IMOHANG SUD-AN!! AMP&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uh-oh... Labile affect again.. I guess I have to take my meds. The symptoms are comming out again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112676155888629319?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112676155888629319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112676155888629319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112676155888629319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112676155888629319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-cat-is-narci.html' title='My Cat is a Narci~!?'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112674524996371709</id><published>2005-09-15T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:53:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Morning For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/images/home/feedback_user.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" height="81" alt="" src="http://www.friendster.com/images/home/feedback_user.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendster sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now what are they up to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why don't they just change their name to MYSPACE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sounds better to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY don't have a SINGLE microdrop of IDEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on how to make those STUPID images to appear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a second thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it's me who suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112674524996371709?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112674524996371709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112674524996371709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112674524996371709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112674524996371709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/bad-morning-for-me.html' title='A Bad Morning For Me'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112643715250074199</id><published>2005-09-11T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:06:55.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampering Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a deal with mama. She would do the washing of uniform only if I go with my Lola to SM. Without a second thought I agreed. She said it something like a convention for...i dunno...religious people i think. My plan was just to accompany her in the entertainment plaza and then leave her for a while so I could stroll the whole SM until she wants to go home.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, disappointment stab me when I saw the big banner "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIVE! GRANDMPARENTS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;". What have I gotten myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relunctant to go, I followed my Lola who seemed excited to find her co-senior citizens (uhh..sorry for the term). First thing that I saw on my left were tables lined adjacent to blue benches. Each labeled with BP readings, eye and ears examination, and the last was hand massage service... all for free. Reminds me of my friend Aicha who's motto is "nothing is cheaper than something free". I realized that they share the same saying with my Lola but in &lt;em&gt;Bisaya&lt;/em&gt; version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two bench parallel to the hand massage table. We sat there. A familiar-faced woman in a matching yellow silk vest and pants approached my Lola. "&lt;em&gt;Uy! Mare, naa diay ka!&lt;/em&gt;", her voice was high-pitched--- I recognized her. She was my Lola's friendster.&lt;br /&gt;She turned to me and said "&lt;em&gt;Today is Pampering Lolo and Lola's Day&lt;/em&gt;", as if orienting me on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there were people with grey hairs and waxy movements. I want to get out and go somewhere else but here.&lt;br /&gt;Indignation wasn't my concern that moment. In fact it's a very nice thing to accompany an elderly to socializations such as these. But... not me. It's just that I don't want to talk to them. It's really unlikely for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behaved like a sick child, I sat on the edge of the bench. I searched into my body bag just to busy myself from grannies who might ask me some questions. Then I found a book which I borrowed from Jesh yesterday. Though it was not much to be happy about, a little bliss flickered inside me when I saw the book. At least I have something to divert the awkwardness I am into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway I read the book with one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;Two old couples caught my attention. They danced (Tango? or whatever you call that) at the stage. I'm so delighted everytime I see couple of &lt;em&gt;KATIGULANGANs&lt;/em&gt; still as sweet as their first year together. Then I saw the another granny who REEEEALLY looked like Mrs.uhh.. (who was that old woman in Mr.Bean?) anyway, she sang an unfamiliar song accompanied with a guitar that was also played by another Lola.&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't so bad afterall", i thought convincingly. I'm surrounded with people 50 to 60 years older than me. It doesn't make a difference. Only that they were born 50-60 years earlier, of course. But nothing more other than that. I know someday I will be like them if God permits.&lt;br /&gt;I see happiness in their face. Even my Lola. I know, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;I mean who wouldn't? Getting yourself a massage, haircut, manicure/pedicure and other beauty previledges for free. They were pampered like a newborns; Danced and sang as if all of them were their close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absorbed in the book I'm almost done reading, I didn't notice it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my Lola to buy me something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Then we left as I nibbled my Appleraspberry donut. &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/6724198-112643715250074199?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112643715250074199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112643715250074199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112643715250074199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112643715250074199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/pampering-lola.html' title='Pampering Lola'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112629188301971866</id><published>2005-09-10T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:51:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aura Around My Sprite</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/jinixiao/imgavatar2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEEEEEEHEEEEEY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! Level 99!!!&lt;br /&gt;Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;It was my last 4% that my no-use priest left the party.&lt;br /&gt;Dan was my FULL SUPPORT..uhh..err.. Wizard&lt;br /&gt;Until I POOFED and became KOKOKRANCH!!! 99 AT LONG LAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOOOHOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/jinixiao/imgavatar.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/jinixiao/imgavatar3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~Jawaii~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112629188301971866?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112629188301971866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112629188301971866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112629188301971866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112629188301971866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/aura-around-my-sprite.html' title='Aura Around My Sprite'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112608382633626125</id><published>2005-09-07T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:03:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Briar</title><content type='html'>Today is JESH's BDAY!!! weeeee~&lt;br /&gt;We just played GUNBOUND awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;My character can't enter rookie zone anymore. huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hilas&lt;/em&gt; daw ko sabi ni faith.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging... I'm just telling her the truth. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman sa rank ang lakas! diba!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112608382633626125?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112608382633626125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112608382633626125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112608382633626125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112608382633626125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/days-of-briar.html' title='Days of Briar'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112582642577556729</id><published>2005-09-04T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:33:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Physic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/ColeeisCool/1125700237_l_chara-PS.jpg" border="0" alt="Normal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're 0% physic. Awww, too bad. But being normal&lt;br&gt;is good too. Maybe, when you think it's time,&lt;br&gt;you can take this quiz and find out once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad... Heheheh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112582642577556729?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://quizilla.com/users/ColeeisCool/quizzes/Are%20you%20Physic%3F' title='Are you Physic?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112582642577556729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112582642577556729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112582642577556729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112582642577556729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-physic.html' title='Are you Physic?'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112582552717242615</id><published>2005-09-04T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:18:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiaoey no Hibi</title><content type='html'>Last night we (mo, faith, jesh, yin and ku) went to Mo's house to watch Midori no Hibi together (it was Ku's or Yin's idea, i think). With less thinking I was &lt;em&gt;coerced&lt;/em&gt; to go...ummm... We were already at Quirino when I remembered to meet Dan in Sonic Boom. "&lt;em&gt;uh-oh...&lt;/em&gt;" I thought.&lt;br /&gt;A little while We were there at Mo's house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I need to stop here*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112582552717242615?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112582552717242615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112582552717242615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112582552717242615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112582552717242615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/xiaoey-no-hibi.html' title='Xiaoey no Hibi'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112568567965879079</id><published>2005-09-03T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:27:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Level Up!</title><content type='html'>Base Level: 98&lt;br /&gt;B.Level Percentage: 11%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEESSSSS~!&lt;br /&gt;Just one more flawless level up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112568567965879079?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112568567965879079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112568567965879079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112568567965879079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112568567965879079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/level-up.html' title='Level Up!'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112550607585730219</id><published>2005-09-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:13:06.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which FFVIII Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dpsinfo.com/rufussafer/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dpsinfo.com/rufussafer/quiz/ff8/selphieq.jpg" alt="Click here to visit website" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dpsinfo.com/rufussafer/quiz/ff8/quiz.html"&gt;Which Final Fantasy 8 Character are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Quiet upbeat and cheerful you are. You just love to party and usally annoy people with your energy. You love to meet new people and make new friends. You also happen to have a habbit of blowing things up if you see them as bad. &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112550607585730219?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112550607585730219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112550607585730219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112550607585730219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112550607585730219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/which-ffviii-character-are-you.html' title='Which FFVIII Character Are You?'/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112546308533666927</id><published>2005-08-31T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:38:05.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hanggan Kailan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;orange and Lemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Labis na naiinip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nababagot sa bawat saglit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kapag naaalala ka &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wala naman akong magawa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Umuwi ka na baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Di na ako sanay ng wala ka &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mahirap ang mag-isa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At sa gabi'y hinahanap hanap kita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hanggang kailan ako maghihintay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Na makasama kang muli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sa buhay kong puno ng Paghihirap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At tanging ikaw lang ang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pumapawi sa mga luha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Naglalagay ng ngiti sa mga labi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Di mapigilang mag-isip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O baka sa tagal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mahulog ang loob mo sa iba &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nakaka balisa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Knock on wood wag naman sana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112546308533666927?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112546308533666927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112546308533666927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112546308533666927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112546308533666927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/hanggan-kailan-orange-and-lemons-labis.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112530429774834994</id><published>2005-08-29T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:58:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; Saves the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with Maell pics included! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;with&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took care of babies today! Now I can appreciate them. Before, I didn't think that they were kawaii... They are little devils hiding in a cuddly and helpless facade, I always thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I run out of money (though I have lots of zenny to spend these days) and I worried about how I can take my lunch I only have (*&lt;em&gt;computing...&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instant Sotanghon...........................Php 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mineral Water.................................Php 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rice..................................................Php 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plastic spoon/fork..........................&lt;u&gt;Php 4 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Total................................................Php 44&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah. Php44.00 in my pocket. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And... I shared my mini-lunch to Faith who didn't eat for 24 hours already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was pale and hungry. I can tell. (Konsensya na na nimo Faith...Heheheh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My halved mini-lunch didn't even stepped in to the door of my satiety. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I borrowed the REMAINING Php10 of Faith (even though faith owe me Php35!!) and promised to pay her later (I was planning to borrow another Php20 to my other well-off classmates).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uhh.. Where was I? Oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I bought a ham sandwich just to tell my stomach "&lt;em&gt;busog na ka ha!&lt;/em&gt;" I didn't shared the sandwich to faith, my greedy side overcame. Gomen-nasai^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just this afternoon I borrowed Php20 to almost all of my classmates... my endeavors were futile. Bantay lang na sila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really felt bad knowing that these rich fortunate people are so so so disappointingly selfish. Kauna inyong kwarta oi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good thing Maell was there! He lend me Php20 without second thoughts!! This was the 4th time I think that he saved me from my financial grievings. Wahahahaha~ Kudos to you Bypass's guitarist-for-all-seasons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/jinixiao/jini218.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="668" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/jinixiao/jini019.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is Maell by the way. The my Mr. Nice Guy for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't fake him!!! HAHAHA! joke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't ask permision to post his pic here... \/^_^\/ PEACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112530429774834994?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112530429774834994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112530429774834994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112530429774834994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112530429774834994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/maell-saves-daywith-maell-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112522325860897666</id><published>2005-08-28T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:00:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weeeeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dan visited me here. He brought my Midori no Hibi episode 13 CD (coz mine didn't play well), some episodes of Trigun and Shaman King!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He also gave me Chocomilk Stuffins™ cupcake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arigatou!=n.n=&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/6724198-112522325860897666?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112522325860897666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112522325860897666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112522325860897666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112522325860897666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/weeeeeee-500pm-dan-visited-me-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112512402236557643</id><published>2005-08-27T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T14:30:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8b433a0)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SabrilDevereux/1122865580_esPushyGal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;People see you as the Pushy Lovestruck Person. You&lt;br /&gt;throw yourself at people and have a new crush&lt;br /&gt;every second. That is an easy way to get raped&lt;br /&gt;so slow down and read the other person's&lt;br /&gt;signals and don't just like someone for the&lt;br /&gt;sake of liking someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SabrilDevereux/quizzes/What%20Do%20People%20Truly%20See%20You%20As?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Do People Truly See You As? (lots of outcomes and stunning pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;br%20&gt;&lt;br%20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;I actually took up the test many times just to get this result! I like the pic that's all! nyahahah!XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112512402236557643?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112512402236557643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112512402236557643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112512402236557643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112512402236557643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiz-people-see-you-as-pushy.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-112492443299485628</id><published>2005-08-25T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:00:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"a reunion with someone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't hold on to the past...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/she (chiksilog sya! &gt;.&lt; )told me about that last month maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I took it for granted.Yesterday we talked.&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost 2 years since talked.&lt;br /&gt;hihihi~&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he said "sorry" first.We're friends now (again). Yukata!&lt;br /&gt;To my ('oo') please don't be mad...gomen-nasai!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-112492443299485628?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/112492443299485628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=112492443299485628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112492443299485628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/112492443299485628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/reunion-with-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-110133820023918751</id><published>2004-11-25T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T07:16:40.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE IS MY CRANIAL GUARD!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I checked my Items---none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I checked my equipments---it was not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I checked my Kafra Storage---- there was no Cranila Guard found!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;RRRAAAAAARRRGHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHERE IS MY CRANIAL GUARD!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-110133820023918751?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/110133820023918751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=110133820023918751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/110133820023918751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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NAMAN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pa boost...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paliz??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-110093760718492589?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/110093760718492589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=110093760718492589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/110093760718492589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/110093760718492589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/11/tae-laro-na-naman-akoro-ngayon.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-109947491982881317</id><published>2004-11-03T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:41:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep on hating.&lt;br /&gt;You seem to care but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;I cry but your neck is too stiff to turn to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hate&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;FAKE TOUCHES OF CONCERN.&lt;br /&gt;make believes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I believe them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-109947491982881317?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/109947491982881317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=109947491982881317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/109947491982881317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/109947491982881317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-keep-on-hating.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108601066139438810</id><published>2004-05-31T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:16:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a lot of effort just to go to a cafe&lt;br /&gt;consumed most of my time in ragnarok&lt;br /&gt;spent all my money&lt;br /&gt;risked my health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT DO I GET!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108601066139438810?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108601066139438810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108601066139438810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108601066139438810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108601066139438810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-made-lot-of-effort-just-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108601042925401644</id><published>2004-05-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:16:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amp!&lt;br /&gt;ragnarok is so damn lag.&lt;br /&gt;we're paying those GMs.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think they're doin' their jobs properly.&lt;br /&gt;all servers are always down, if not laging.&lt;br /&gt;especially Chaos, im not wondering how they got its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108601042925401644?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108601042925401644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108601042925401644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108601042925401644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108601042925401644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/05/amp-ragnarok-is-so-damn-lag.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108476290259962243</id><published>2004-05-17T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T11:01:42.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If one night you get mad&lt;br /&gt;and almost curse the that person&lt;br /&gt;and fall asleep still swearing..&lt;br /&gt;the next morning &lt;br /&gt;Why do we forget&lt;br /&gt;that specific feeling as if nothing&lt;br /&gt;happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108476290259962243?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108476290259962243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108476290259962243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108476290259962243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108476290259962243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-one-night-you-get-mad-and-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108476239318139152</id><published>2004-05-17T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:53:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tama bitaw si quina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"why you care so many things?&lt;br /&gt;    world only have two things.&lt;br /&gt;    things you can eat and,&lt;br /&gt;    things you no can eat"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108476239318139152?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108476239318139152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108476239318139152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108476239318139152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108476239318139152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/05/tama-bitaw-si-quina.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108328838699450160</id><published>2004-04-30T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:30:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh fuck. i thought we would have PE class today.&lt;br /&gt;I looked for my classmates in the gym but all i saw were people &lt;br /&gt;staring at me because I was wearing a PE uniform that I should not&lt;br /&gt;supposed to wear. I found my self humiliating in front of those mob.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; situations like these.&lt;img src="http://207.44.144.11/boardimages/huh.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108328838699450160?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108328838699450160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108328838699450160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108328838699450160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108328838699450160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/oh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108314470219781991</id><published>2004-04-28T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:21:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What do&lt;u&gt;mongoloids&lt;/u&gt; have in their minds?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jesh:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh hell! I wanna go to sleep!! Damn... &lt;br /&gt;what's that guy doing on that platform...? Supposed to be at this time&lt;br /&gt; I should be sleeping in my bed dreaming... hahay...&lt;br /&gt;this subject's boring... hahay.... tada... tada... tada...&lt;br /&gt;why am I writing this...? I can't understand what he's talkin about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wei:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't see a guy. I see an egg with a &lt;br /&gt;mouth muttering freakin' nonsensical mispronounced semmons.&lt;br /&gt;Hell with him! Mr Sandman's waiting... I've got a date&lt;br /&gt;with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiao:&lt;/strong&gt; my thoughts are killing me. My R.S.&lt;br /&gt;instructor talking about bishops, popes, &lt;br /&gt;etc... I really wonder why my classmates are interested to listen. Even&lt;br /&gt;Wilson. He just said a while ago that he doesn't want to listen to&lt;br /&gt;sir. But look at him now. *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;Now they're talkin' bout "apdos" &lt;what in tarnation is that?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject may seem the easiest, but I might fail this  three-unit subject.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I just went out of the room a while ago and took the Spanish bread&lt;br /&gt;(with sugar and grated cheese on top) in my flashy-but-dirty-pucca-red-bag.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the corridor munching my lunchey held in my hand, when suddenly I felt pity&lt;br /&gt;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ku:&lt;/strong&gt; our instructor is blabbing about something,I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;really... I'm dealing my own issues right now, did you ever &lt;br /&gt;felt the feeling that there is something missing in yourself&lt;br /&gt;and you haven't got a clue what it is? Right now! I'm&lt;br /&gt;constantly reflecting "Reflect" "Reflect". Frankly, I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;Are you not? I'm searchin for myself but still I'm staring&lt;br /&gt;a vague figure.. People, we need them right? But why is&lt;br /&gt;it after a long time we live with them, a long time&lt;br /&gt;where we already know their souls that much...We find&lt;br /&gt;them as total strangers *sigh!* It's a burden to deal &lt;br /&gt;with the ironies of life---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mo&lt;/strong&gt;: I like to sleep! sleeeep! sleeeee~~---~~--------&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm hungry... Why can't I stand his talking?....&lt;br /&gt;This is a bad hair day... I hate my hair. Can't&lt;br /&gt;understand their twist. It's so heavy. My stomach &lt;br /&gt;is churning... It feels warm and cold. There's too &lt;br /&gt;many things to do. I hate to think. Ku is&lt;br /&gt;right, people around you. Somehow feels like a stranger. Yin is smiling "mongz like"&lt;br /&gt;He is an open mouth. Many teeth &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;slurpy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Eyes&lt;br /&gt;chocolate skin demi-human. Peace yin! *does the peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;Pizza is boring. And ice cream is a vomit. Tara is wearing&lt;br /&gt;pearl earrings. Why is she wearing it??? Teacher Garferio.&lt;br /&gt;he is... I don't know. Is he full? full of the shit stuck&lt;br /&gt;on his mind in the seminary that's why he &lt;br /&gt;went out to get some revenge! And this time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;size=15&gt;THIS TIME IS THE RIGHT TIME!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/size&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/STRONG&gt; Jennie will not call me tonight... /sob... Sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;need to sleep... Reporting sucks hard in the &lt;i&gt;beehind...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no money there's no obsession. I don't need that shit....&lt;br /&gt;Jen just one peco-peco pls need it for luck. Kindly give&lt;br /&gt;me one peco-peco. /hmm our teacher in Botany is a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bakemoja&lt;/i&gt;. Save Me " Somebody Save me!!..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108314470219781991?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108314470219781991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108314470219781991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108314470219781991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108314470219781991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-domongoloids-have-in-their-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108295626991381276</id><published>2004-04-26T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:16:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ai wis ai was1:08pm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish i was bright like most people i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish i was pretty. as pretty as Kim Min Sun or Boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish i wasn't this lean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish we were rich and can have everything i want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish i wasn't hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108295626991381276?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108295626991381276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108295626991381276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295626991381276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295626991381276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/ai-wis-ai-was108pm-i-wish-i-was-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108295580984171600</id><published>2004-04-26T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:07:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't post a lot because I can't write.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is full (except right now) yet my brain is &lt;strong&gt;totally empty&lt;/strong&gt; with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;unlike others who can just write anything anytime they want to.&lt;br /&gt;I really envy those people whose minds are brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if my grammar right now is correct.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there is a...err...speller checker...uh..spelling checker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108295580984171600?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108295580984171600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108295580984171600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295580984171600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295580984171600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-dont-post-lot-because-i-cant-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108295387647920354</id><published>2004-04-26T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T12:35:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.guiltygearx.com/ggx/eng/image/ggxmc.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gutom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108295387647920354?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108295387647920354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108295387647920354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295387647920354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295387647920354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/gutom.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108295115537032817</id><published>2004-04-26T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:51:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://groups.msn.com/isapi/fetch.dll?action=MyPhotos_GetPubPhoto&amp;PhotoID=nJgAAAKMJD5N7bx1IqMWDRIDYf9sdcI4EAwhpeFKH0ynBZb8zigwGE3WTfX8ZHwgZtaObED4b31g"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zidane Tribal&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Class: Thief&lt;br /&gt;Weapon: Dagger&lt;br /&gt;Living moment to moment with nothing to lose, Zidane lives his life as a thief in Tantalus with no memory of his past. Optimistic and endearing through his high confidence, Zidane focuses his premature appeal for girls onto Princess Garnet shortly after her kidnapping. However, the more he begins to discover who he is, the more his personality begins to fade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108295115537032817?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108295115537032817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108295115537032817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295115537032817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108295115537032817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/zidane-tribal-age-16-class-thief.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108269479183831983</id><published>2004-04-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:37:19.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>naglagot baya ko.&lt;br /&gt;dili ghapon ko kabalo double sa dance maniax.&lt;br /&gt;pati mad blast sad.&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;cge buh-bye.&lt;br /&gt;klase na mi RS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108269479183831983?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108269479183831983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108269479183831983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108269479183831983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108269479183831983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/naglagot-baya-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108269368675470087</id><published>2004-04-23T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:18:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo.&lt;br /&gt;naa mi Dan Lara row karun.&lt;br /&gt;wala pa mi kaun.&lt;br /&gt;gu2m..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108269368675470087?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108269368675470087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108269368675470087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108269368675470087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108269368675470087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/elo.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108262775711802455</id><published>2004-04-22T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T18:00:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gi tudluan ko ni Aicha ug HTML. Gipahiram nako siya ug comics. (Aicha:Thank u jen)&lt;br /&gt;Nag trade mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasolve na nila Dan ug Cyndi the Master ang find the difference sa komiks na RAVE.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108262775711802455?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108262775711802455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108262775711802455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108262775711802455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108262775711802455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/gi-tudluan-ko-ni-aicha-ug-html.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108262765072391019</id><published>2004-04-22T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:58:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naa ko karun sa CLIKERZ kei um giadto nako diri si Aicha. Nagsabot mi na magkita mi diri.^^&lt;br /&gt;Kauban nako si Dan. Kauban niya si Cyndi. Lagot ko kay wala ni adto di Wilson. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108262765072391019?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108262765072391019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108262765072391019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108262765072391019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108262765072391019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/naa-ko-karun-sa-clikerz-kei-um-giadto.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724198.post-108106193056008738</id><published>2004-04-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T15:02:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724198-108106193056008738?l=doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/feeds/108106193056008738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724198&amp;postID=108106193056008738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108106193056008738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724198/posts/default/108106193056008738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouthinkimsane.blogspot.com/2004/04/elo_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042482396920599716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
