<?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-25593994</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:46:22.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7498836295320066578</id><published>2009-08-01T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:12:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freddo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;{ How does a shark find fish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It can hear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;their hearts beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sister will turn EYTIN on August 4th. What to give. . what to give. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A polar bear's skin is black&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Its fur is not white,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but actually clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trouble makes Alex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Ahihi. ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Banging your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;against a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What to write on people`s walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Donald Duck comics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;were once banned in Finland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;he doesn't wear trousers. }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was sketching a teacher when she was lecturing yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was taking a good look at her and, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahiya&lt;/span&gt;, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; could tell she was feeling awkward. (Or was it just me? Ahaha!) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/25593994-7498836295320066578?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7498836295320066578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7498836295320066578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7498836295320066578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7498836295320066578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/08/freddo.html' title='Freddo!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7864772404814567386</id><published>2009-07-23T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:29:53.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and Gold</title><content type='html'>(Black and old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is an achievement, a success! HOORAH! :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to commute from Robinsons Place to Antipolo. Of course, with the help of Ish and Bianca A. Thank you! :* I feel so. . independent. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disorganized Rules in Commuting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you don`t want to be a victim of theft or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; snatchery&lt;/span&gt;, look strange enough for others to be suspicious of you being evil. Ahaha. Intiende? It`s better to be accused than lose a valuable. I think. lol.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always wear your poker face.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not bring big bags.&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep cellphone secured in bag.&lt;br /&gt;5. Avoid using backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;6. Thou shall not wear rings, earrings, watches, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be sensitive of time.&lt;br /&gt;8. Look at the people surrounding you in the vehicle and take note of the details of his/her appearance. Memorize. Do not jot down observances.&lt;br /&gt;9. Be cautious of drivers that take advantage of fares; be aware of vehicle prices.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt; look tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad mom allowed me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a TILDE&lt;br /&gt;- a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SQUIGGLE&lt;/span&gt; ;)) (The word sounds. . cute. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Public School Interaction&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. =D And like, Raisa, I am excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leadership Training&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7864772404814567386?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7864772404814567386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7864772404814567386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7864772404814567386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7864772404814567386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/07/black-and-gold.html' title='Black and Gold'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7013885410090438895</id><published>2009-07-20T04:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:51:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Sun?</title><content type='html'>Good morning! It`s is 4:12AM. Mr. Sun isn`t awake yet. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JC: Yo&lt;br /&gt;AR: fuck you asshole&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, good morning! =)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we celebrated mom`s 40th birthday. \:D/ Niella &amp;amp; Roanne came! \:D/ So did Andrea.  (Are you lost? You`re probably wondering who these are! lol) I forgot to tell one of my aunties that I want Kuya Joey to find me a prom date. If luck`s on me, he can get me Kim Chiu`s showbiz boyfriend. Ha ha. What`s his name? Something with Anderson, I think? lmao Yiz. :-bd DROOL PEOPLE! AHAHA Kidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "party" was unexpected (more or less.) Dad had these mood swings. One moment, he`s sweet. Next thing you know, you`re being scolded. GZ! I remember when he asked me, "Bakit ang sungit mo, `nak?" And I was like =P~ =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m spreading these over the internet! Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SmOCbZ0gEUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R-Xh6liy9t0/s1600-h/sistersbnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SmOCbZ0gEUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R-Xh6liy9t0/s400/sistersbnw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360271388800192834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SmOC1ELDiaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K6yHPFFt2As/s1600-h/rolex2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SmOC1ELDiaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K6yHPFFt2As/s400/rolex2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360271829665810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope school does me good today. And training. And Geometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good luck with all your endeavors for this week! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don`t forget to keep in touch. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;By the way! Thank you, friends who I hung out with at Eastwood last Saturday! Although, all of you make me sad for not playing Dance Revo with me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/25593994-7013885410090438895?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7013885410090438895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7013885410090438895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7013885410090438895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7013885410090438895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/07/mr-sun.html' title='Mr. Sun?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SmOCbZ0gEUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R-Xh6liy9t0/s72-c/sistersbnw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3068770457012317859</id><published>2009-07-16T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:25:23.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AYOKO NA HA HA?</title><content type='html'>Eh. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang sabaw ako sa Chem. (Yung convert bla.) NAKAKATAMAD MAG-ISIP, ALAM MO YON? Nakakapagod. Di ko take. :| =)) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geom geom geooooom iyak-tawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natakot ako sa sinabi ng mga Tarot Cards. Bahala na siguro. Kung masasaktan mo ko, edi masasaktan. :) Bahala na. HA HA CHAROT? :)) Eh. Ewan. Umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:23PM na. Inaantok na rin ako. Pero ayoko pa matulog. .? Ewan. Sabaw talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba ang obob ko? HA HAAAAA :( KA-DEPRESS. Kaya ayan. Nagdrowing ako sa kamay, gamit ang pulang tinta. Emo-emohan. Emo rocks, di ba? :-j LUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3068770457012317859?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3068770457012317859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3068770457012317859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3068770457012317859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3068770457012317859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayoko-na-ha-ha.html' title='AYOKO NA HA HA?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4663768124693190084</id><published>2009-07-12T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:01:33.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POCOYO!</title><content type='html'>Amole! :D&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seven (or six?) quizzes this week. Heads up, people! Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom`s birthday is on the sixteenth and I am lacking funds for surprises. -fail-&lt;br /&gt;3. You will be seeing me often in the bathroom, starting on Monday, I guess. Or not. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. Twitter!&lt;br /&gt;5. I am excited to D A N C E. I hope mom allows me. Oh pretty pleaaase.&lt;br /&gt;6. I think. . I think. :)) (You: Heh?)&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think I can take Med for college? Jaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hello, sick person! Lol. Hooray for face masks. Nyahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;9. I am greatly disturbed with some of Beowulf`s scenes. (You know what I mean, don`t you?)&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POCOYO = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SlmkjxmOCTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OSVk-24-4MM/s1600-h/pocoyo-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SlmkjxmOCTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OSVk-24-4MM/s320/pocoyo-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357494166249933106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SMILE FOR POCOYO! :"&gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Amole means `Hello` in Indonesia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4663768124693190084?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4663768124693190084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4663768124693190084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4663768124693190084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4663768124693190084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-new.html' title='POCOYO!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SlmkjxmOCTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OSVk-24-4MM/s72-c/pocoyo-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7458250082568930435</id><published>2009-07-01T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:41:29.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyaha</title><content type='html'>Post Expired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7458250082568930435?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7458250082568930435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7458250082568930435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7458250082568930435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7458250082568930435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/07/nyaha.html' title='Nyaha'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-1552958021175308253</id><published>2009-06-11T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:53:47.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE OUT, HOMMIE GEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kung magsalita ka, akala mo ang gwapo-gwapo mo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought Toni and I to school to attend the first day of school. It was an embarrassing sight to be one of the early birds, gawking at the empty space, in the Multi-Purpose Building. My sister and I went directly downstairs to the comfort room to fix ourselves. We hung out and let time pass by while looking at our own reflections. Not to mention, the bangs that kept on breaking! Ha ha. People went in, and eventually, we went out (of the CR), roamed around the building and sat near the entrance. Minutes later, Raisa walked towards me and sat by my side. (Hello, classmate!) We talked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she talked&lt;/span&gt; to me. Ha ha. I think every topic she brought up got closed because of my. . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;untoned&lt;/span&gt; skill in conversations. Mwahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fastforward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to St. Thomas Aquinas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t believe I doodled on the first page of the opposite side of my notebook on the first day! What a shame that is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt; I (accidentally) fell asleep too.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My golly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;More talks, yawns, and scribbles. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I had a swell time with Ish, Reggie, Martha and Tricia Rod, while doing our tasks. I fail at drawing! D: Ha ha. :D I think I saw someone observing. Mwahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Often times, I feel taken aback speaking in front of the class, or when I know a lot of people`s senses are attended to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article in the internet. It is interesting, indeed. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/12/12/sleep.teenagers.school/index.html"&gt;See for yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-1552958021175308253?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1552958021175308253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=1552958021175308253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1552958021175308253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1552958021175308253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/06/peace-out-hommie-gee.html' title='PEACE OUT, HOMMIE GEE!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-2795525587074976581</id><published>2009-05-24T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:23:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShiS8Aps5BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FoRu0y5WW_o/s1600-h/twithead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShiS8Aps5BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FoRu0y5WW_o/s400/twithead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339178917912437778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( http://twitter.com/quaffingdeliria )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-2795525587074976581?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2795525587074976581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=2795525587074976581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2795525587074976581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2795525587074976581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/spotlight.html' title='Spotlight'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShiS8Aps5BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FoRu0y5WW_o/s72-c/twithead.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7355415470184160657</id><published>2009-05-22T12:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:49:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad`s Last Birthday -- of the Year</title><content type='html'>I was reading Act III of The Tragedy of Macbeth when I decided to put the material down and have my siesta instead. (Probably) minutes later, I find myself in a mall, on an escalator, with mom beside me, scolding me for being reckless and selfish; telling me that dad doesn`t even have money to treat himself a movie night--since it`s his birthday--because I demand too much. As soon as I reach home, I head to the master`s bedroom where dad is, sitting on the edge of the bed, palms flat on his face --like a sobbing little boy. I walk towards him. . but even before I get close, he starts shouting and accusing (me) in fury. I start to panic and pant. I close my eyes. A flash. I see my ceiling. A breath and another, and off to slumberland once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: . . .&lt;br /&gt;M: Aleeex.&lt;br /&gt;A: (moans) =))&lt;br /&gt;M: Gusto mo sumama sa Sta. Lucia? Bibilhin ko na yung gift ko para kay papa. (Tawag niya papa. Ha ha. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my toes, I enter the bathroom. :)) --Okaaaayy? lol--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom`s gift is a Nokia E75. From us kids, a gigantic birthday card with our own short messages. Ha ha? :/ :)) In my message, there are two quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) "The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother."&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -- David O. McKay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That`s my way of telling "If you aljkdfaldjf fight or hurt mom I will kick your aljkd;aldfja ass!" =)) =))&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) "When a man has done his best, has given his all, and in the process supplied the needs of his family and his society, that man has made a habit of succeeding."&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -- Mack R. Douglas&lt;br /&gt;"Methinks you are that man. :D" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woot. Ayon, e. AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHA. Parang hindi ako. :p&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Dad! Happy Birthday. :) May God lavish you with more love, kindness, and wisdom. And, may it be done, another decade of pompous and meaningful life. You have been a good "Haligi ng Tahanan." Know --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana `Bear in mind` na lang nilagay ko. Ha ha. :p&lt;/span&gt; -- that we appreciate every effort you (and mom) make in keeping our family in tact. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whaaatt. Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kidding. :D&lt;/span&gt;) Thank you and I love you very much. :D &lt;i&gt;Ahihi. =))&lt;/i&gt; Cheers to valiant fatherly-love, genes, wit &amp;amp; success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Alex. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The italicized sentences are only add-ons in this post and are not included in the original content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Let us change tenses. Ha ha. WHAAATT.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, mom handed the letter. Dad opened it, and he saw my message first.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "&lt;/span&gt;Sino tong McKay na `to?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crush ni Ate!"  &lt;/span&gt;JR condemned.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///G:/Images/Image232.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. . ? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///G:/Images/Image232.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY596TVffI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QtWMmM6ddak/s1600-h/Image232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY596TVffI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QtWMmM6ddak/s320/Image232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338518144079461874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY6jAFr7HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3SLzAo2H8X4/s1600-h/Image233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY6jAFr7HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3SLzAo2H8X4/s320/Image233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338518781287984242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY7BHdvZjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r2bPM8d3w0A/s1600-h/Image234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY7BHdvZjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r2bPM8d3w0A/s320/Image234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338519298663999026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY7nuvZ6pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ornaeLooTAM/s1600-h/Image237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY7nuvZ6pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ornaeLooTAM/s320/Image237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338519962042100370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First picture&lt;/span&gt;: Magnetic letters. I hate how I spelled happy. But what can I do? The letters weren`t enough. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second picture&lt;/span&gt;: The amazing round cake that stands on its side. =D&gt; =)) Isn`t that amazing? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;: The phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt;: Thy letter.&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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bid me leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7355415470184160657?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7355415470184160657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7355415470184160657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7355415470184160657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7355415470184160657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/dads-last-birthday-of-year.html' title='Dad`s Last Birthday -- of the Year'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/ShY596TVffI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QtWMmM6ddak/s72-c/Image232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3519501466513538453</id><published>2009-05-21T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:07:00.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These</title><content type='html'>1. Did you know Taylor Swift guessed in/on CSI? . . Here`s what you should do: Go to YouTube and punch in "CSI turn turn turn." Come back here if can`t find the last part of the episode and click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OO6-KJ186M"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. According to Zac Efron`s Twitter account, Kris Allen received the title as America`s nth Idol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad is turning 41 tomorrow. Yikes. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ap3nGUSFrXc"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. I happen to pass by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghSJsEVf0pU"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; too. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got anything to share? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3519501466513538453?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3519501466513538453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3519501466513538453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3519501466513538453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3519501466513538453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/these.html' title='These'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-177774907045985439</id><published>2009-05-20T23:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:27:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play With Fire</title><content type='html'>1. Hello!&lt;br /&gt;2. It took me 9 images before coming up with a final layout. Ha ha. :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you know eye bags are hereditary?&lt;br /&gt;4. The wind is taking time, and gravity is pulling me still.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have kept this blog (somehow) alive for three years! Woot? :))&lt;br /&gt;6. Dear Schia Au, Please come back! :(&lt;br /&gt;7. Hello, friends. :D Can you please say "Hi"?&lt;br /&gt;8. Most of the time, I ask myself why no one`s commenting. Now I know. It`s because nobody understands what I say. (Not that you`re stupid. I just really write nincompoop and pessimistic posts. Ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever thought of HappySlip vlogging sad videos? It would be weird. But don`t you think it`s unfair for her to be happy (or pretend to be happy) all the time? Ahaha. No offense, Christine. :D Just wondering. :D&lt;br /&gt;10. I`ve always dreamt of having a good acoustic guitar, a surround sound vacuum mic, and big earphones.&lt;br /&gt;11. So. . do you like the layout? :&gt; =)) -shot-&lt;br /&gt;12. Everyone needs someone to tell them that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything will be okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'century gothic';font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Have you ever been to Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ohh, H1N1. :D :)) Uhh, no. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Are you scared of the swine flu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. When did you start in Multiply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I was in seventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. What is the name of your father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Do you know a person who's name is Sheila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Are you afraid of heights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Are you online name in your Y!M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. What's your status message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Have you ridden a Volvo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No. Ohh, man. Edward. ;askdjfalsdkf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Have you bought the official DVD of Twiligt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NO. Why would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Do you think the Choco Mucho ad there was seductive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don`t watch television. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Have you bought all the books in the twilight saga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Ever been kissed on the lips by a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That`s crazy. Ha ha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. Did you watch David Cook's and Archuleta's concert in MoA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Have you been to an anime fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Is Pikachu Cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Do you think math lectures are boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Depends on the teacher. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. Whats your favorite subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Believe it or not. . Biology. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. What time is your recess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9:15? :)) I stopped memorizing the school schedule when I was in grade 6. Or 4. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Do you like polka dots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They`re fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. What about stripes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Horizontally, they make you look fat. :o But vertically, they make you look tall. B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. Do you hate PM's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PM`s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. Have you bought any album from any artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Which emoticon do you love to use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. Seen a shark up close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. How many comments does your multiply page have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three hundred something? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. Do you know how to play the piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. How about the bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Is Spongebob THE BOMB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No. He`s the bob. Ahaha. :| :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. How many contacts in Multiply do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A hundred plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. What about Y!M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A hundred plus too. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. How many surveys have you stolen from Shutter Surveys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don`t know. :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. Did you watch Angels and Demons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No. But soon, I will. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. What sport do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. What sport do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. What's the name of your grandma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which grandma? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. Write your name backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Xela. Xelelas. (Parang tsinelas lang. Ahaha. Labo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;38. Did you have the Twilight Craze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe not. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39. Did you giggle and shiver when you heard the name Edward or Bella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Heck, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40. Have you noticed anything new about the Jonas Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don`t really like how they act. -random-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;41. How would it feel like if you had a twin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe I`d feel more insecure. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. How about triplets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ohh no. Hi, me, me and I. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43. Do you oversleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;44. Did you already cry in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;45. Do you notice Rihanna's hair keeps on getting shorter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46. Have you played poker before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. What will you do if you see an alien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Touch it with my index finger. :o E.T. =)) I. Is. Weird. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48. Are you dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49. Is Patrick Star cute?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. :)) Sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;April 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;51. Do you watch Boys Over Flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AHAHAHAHA. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;52. What's the name of your adviser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ms. Lacanlale daw. -- Thanks, Aly. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;53. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I can eat them all. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;54. (3x-5)(3+5)?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9x+15x-15-25 = 24x-40&lt;br /&gt;Right? :D But it could`ve been easier if there was an "x" after the second 3. :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;55. Do you have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;56. How about a cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;57. Do you have Adobe Photoshop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;58. What's the name of your pet?&lt;br /&gt;Jerco. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you collect beanie babies?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;60. have you watched a bull fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;61. Adam Lambert or Kris Allen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don`t watch American Idol. =)) I just wait for the winner until he/she releases an album and then I download their songs. AHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. What's your browser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mozilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;63. Do you know a lot of HTML codes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;64. Do you have a webshow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope. But I`d like to have one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;65. Have you ever experienced someone kissing you by accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;66. When is your mom's birthday?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;67. What is your favorite day in a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friday? :)) I don`t know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;68. What about your favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;December. I like it when it`s freezing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;69. What is your zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;70. Will you be happy if Paramore will perform in the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;71. Do you own a Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;72. Have you ever tried using Linux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;73. What is your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uhh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;74. What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Currently? I think it`s red. =)) You didn`t know that! :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;75. What's your favorite TV series?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OTH. ^:)^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;76. Is Spongebob sometimes gross in some episodes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don`t really watch Spongebob. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;77. What's your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14? :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;78. Have you won a medal this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;79. Have you ever joined a contest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;80. Have you written your name on your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe just to label it? =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;81. Have you watched Twilight 5 times or more in the theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;82. What's your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmm. . the elements song? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;83. Do you say bad words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When furious, yes. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;84. Have you been to France?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;85. How about Italy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;86. What will you say when your mom gives you batteries for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What are these for mum? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;87. Do you cut your nails often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;88. What's your school's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;89. Do you hate taking a bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;90. Do you like taking a bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ha ha. I get to sing in the shower! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;91. La salle or Ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I. DON`T. CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;92. Poveda or St. Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pass? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;93. When will be your next trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;94. Where will it be?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Print or Script?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;96. Type your mom's name backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ytteb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;97. Taylor Swift or Miley Cyrus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BOTH. \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;98. Golden Brown eyes or Red eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Golden Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;99. Have you ever kissed a dog by accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The dog kissed me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;100. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maravilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-177774907045985439?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/177774907045985439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=177774907045985439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/177774907045985439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/177774907045985439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-with-fire.html' title='Play With Fire'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8010303311512982595</id><published>2009-05-18T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:43:58.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anekatips.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wanna Know You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa ow, ow whoa, who ow&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you over there&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean to stare&lt;br /&gt;But my mind was everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna guess that you’re the kind&lt;br /&gt;To say what’s on your mind&lt;br /&gt;But you listen when I have something to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duet : Miley Cyrus and David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a mark above your eye&lt;br /&gt;You got it in July&lt;br /&gt;You’re fighting for your sister’s reputation&lt;br /&gt;You remember people’s names&lt;br /&gt;And violent times are lame&lt;br /&gt;So I bring you flowers just for no occasion ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duet : Miley Cyrus and David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa ow, ow whoa, whoa ow)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa ow, ow whoa, whoa ow&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there where you go&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find out what you know&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday down the road&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and say to myself&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duet : Miley Cyrus and David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile and never shout&lt;br /&gt;You stand out in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;anekatips.com&lt;br /&gt;You make the best of every situation&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;You’re fragile and you’re strong&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful and perfect combination yeaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duet : Miley Cyrus and David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa ow, ow whoa, whoa ow)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know you&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa ow, ow whoa, whoa ow)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there where you go&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find out what you know&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday down the road&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sit back and say to myself&lt;br /&gt;I like how you are with me&lt;br /&gt;In our future history&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday down the road&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sit back and say to myself&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought so, whoaaa, yeaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa ow, ow whoa, whoa ow)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there where you go&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find out what you know&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday down the road&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sit back and say to myself&lt;br /&gt;I like how you are with me&lt;br /&gt;In our future history&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anekatips.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sit back and say to myself&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnRo9DyLcsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnRo9DyLcsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8010303311512982595?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8010303311512982595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8010303311512982595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8010303311512982595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8010303311512982595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/anekatipscom.html' title='Anekatips.com'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-5240445851461361833</id><published>2009-05-17T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:16:34.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just That</title><content type='html'>1. I am still (a bit) reluctant--writing in here.&lt;br /&gt;2. It`s almost like not a single soul was left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-5240445851461361833?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5240445851461361833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=5240445851461361833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5240445851461361833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5240445851461361833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-that.html' title='Just That'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4999659609004075198</id><published>2009-04-12T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:13:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sigh-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DISMAYED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4999659609004075198?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4999659609004075198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4999659609004075198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4999659609004075198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4999659609004075198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title='-sigh-'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4743889882616352129</id><published>2009-04-07T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:10:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dream that you have been raped, indicates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vengeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; feelings       toward the opposite sex.  You are feeling       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;violated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in some way or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;being taken advantage of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Something or someone is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;jeopardizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; your       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;self-esteem and emotional well-being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. You feel that someone or something       is being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; upon you. Dreams of rape are also common for those who       were actually raped in their waking life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To       see a rape being committed in your dream, denotes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sexual dysfunction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; or       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chad Michael Murray --or if I had mistaken, Michael Chad Murray--was haunting me in a mansion (that happened to be a vacation house). He had two other men with him; they did all the running and tracing. Chad had sexually harassed me in my first dream. But as for the second (which happened last night), he wasn`t able to do so. Maybe because I learned how to run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. And no, the cops have not arrested them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a funny dream. And for all men to be in it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;why Chad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;? Silly and peculiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the middle of March, I had a dream too, where, once more, I was being sexually abused. The rapist had no face, he was cold and blue--like water. And I thought it was the dream that would kill me in my sleep. Because it held me so tight I couldn`t breathe. Like a python squeezing it`s unfortunate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Weird. I am discussing these things to strangers. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4743889882616352129?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4743889882616352129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4743889882616352129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4743889882616352129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4743889882616352129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/thirsty.html' title='Thirsty'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-6071085634420106160</id><published>2009-03-23T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:43:40.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will finally fly tomorrow (for the first time). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that a good thing? &lt;/span&gt;I hope I could always stay above. I would never wish to go back down . . here. But the decrease in flight is inevitable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hooray for invalid goals and dreams!&lt;/span&gt; -is drunk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom paid the reservation. I told her I wanted to go to another school but she refused--obviously--. I wonder what it feels like to be home schooled. And being anti-social and friendless. But oh, I don't actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; how being friendless feels. Because I . . -cut-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run away from problems but they chase me anyway. Yet I decide to run still. Why? For thrill. *BANG!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANO ANG BAGAY NA NUMBER SA MGA TAONG VAIN?&lt;br /&gt;-drumroll-&lt;br /&gt;EDI! -dundunduuuuun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;VAIN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at . . -silence- her. She thinks she can become popular by changing her identity. Do you think that is moral? Me thinks not. &lt;span&gt;For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; it is written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another original. (I should be ashamed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is like a chess game. We touch; we move.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-6071085634420106160?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6071085634420106160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=6071085634420106160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6071085634420106160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6071085634420106160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-finally-fly-tomorrow-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3806541202443043540</id><published>2009-03-23T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:59:28.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying Not To Do Anything Rash</title><content type='html'>I feel . . -cut-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying what I feel won't do any good. Because . . -cut-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are hard to express. You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have to think twice, or thrice, or . . you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding your own happiness is harder. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think not or think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOTSSPACEDOTSPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schia - The story. I have to proofread and edit it. :)) Aha, yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12345 - I hate you. I never felt such dragging force. I hate you. And no, this isn't any laughing matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3806541202443043540?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3806541202443043540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3806541202443043540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3806541202443043540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3806541202443043540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-trying-not-to-do-anything-rash.html' title='I&apos;m Trying Not To Do Anything Rash'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-118206316271521738</id><published>2009-03-22T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:37:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE</title><content type='html'>I was hoping . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to writting -cut- WRITING often -- O_________O This sounds so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GETTING STUCK! I need a book. What would be nice to read? By the way, I have not gone to Doulos! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nullifyapathy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Czari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mikah&lt;/a&gt; have nice layouts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-118206316271521738?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/118206316271521738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=118206316271521738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/118206316271521738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/118206316271521738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye.html' title='BYE'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7647964028181242189</id><published>2009-03-15T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:21:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>There's a message in the wires, and I'm sending a signal tonight. . ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bird, fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wreckthehousedown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7647964028181242189?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7647964028181242189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7647964028181242189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7647964028181242189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7647964028181242189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-396321217506204638</id><published>2009-03-08T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:46:13.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Respect?</title><content type='html'>Nurse si Bebeng sa L.A. Isinama niya ang kanyang ina upang magpagamot doon. Ngunit sa kasamaang palad doon na inabot ng pagkamatay ito. Dahil sa kamahalan ng pamasahe pabalik sa &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236478679_0"&gt;Pilipinas&lt;/span&gt;, nagtipid si Bebeng. Minabuti niyang pauuwiin na lang mag-isa ang kabaong ng kanyang ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ng kabaong, napansin ng mga kapamilya niya na dikit ang mukha ng ina sa salamin ng ataul. Nagkomento tuloy ang isang anak, "Ay, naku! Tingnan &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236478679_1"&gt;mo 'yan&lt;/span&gt;... hindi sila marunong mag-ayos ng bangkay sa Amerika! Nakudrado tuloy ang mukha ng inay." Upang ayusin ang itsura ng bangkay, binuksan ang kabaong. Aba ! May sulat na-nakastapler sa dibdib ng Inay! Kinuha nila ito at binasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang nilalaman ng liham  mula kay Bebeng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mahal kong tatay at mga kapatid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na kayo at hindi ko nasamahan ang Inay sa pag-uwi riyan sa Pilipinas dahil napakamahal ng pamasahe. "Ang gastos ko &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236478679_2"&gt;sa kanya&lt;/span&gt; pa lang ay mahigit $10,000 na. Ayoko nang isipin pa ang eksaktong halaga. Anyway, ipinadala ko kasama ni nanay ang mga sumusunod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa likod ni nanay ang dalawampu't apat na karnenorte at isang dosenang spam.. Ang adidas na suot ni nanay ay para kay tatay. Ang limang pares ng de-goma ay nasa loob ng dalawang asul na Jansport na backpack na inuunan ni nanay.. Tig-iisa kayo. Ang iba't-ibang klase ng tsokolate at candy ay nasa puwetan ni Inay, para sa mga bata ito. Bahala na kayong magparte-parte, sana'y hindi natunaw. Ang pokemon stuffed toy na yapos-yapos ni nanay ay para sa bunso ni ate.Gift Ko sa first birthday ng bata. Ang itim na Esprit bag ay para kay Nene. Ate, nasa loob ng bag ang pictures ni Inay, japanese version ng pokemon trading cards at stickers. "Suot ni Inay ang tatlong Ralph Lauren, apat na Gap at dalawang Old Navy t-shirts. Ang isa ay para kay Kuya at tig-iisa ang mga pamangkin ko. Maisusuot ninyo ang mga iyan sa fiesta. Suot din ni Inay ang anim na panty hose at tatlong warmer para sa mga dalaga kong pamangkin. Isuot nyo sa party. May isang dosenang NBA caps sa may paanan ni nanay. Para sa inyo, itay, kuya, dikong, Tiyo Mike. Bigyan nyo na rin ng tig-isa 'yung mga pamangkin ko at yung isa ay kay Pareng Isko. Ang tigdadalawang pares ng Nike wristband at knee caps na suot-suot din ni Inay ay para sa mga anak mo, Diko, na nagbabasketball. Tigdadalawang ream ng Marlboro lights at Winston red ang nasa pagitan ng mga hita ni nanay. Apat na jar ng Skippy Peanut Butter, dalawang dishwashing liquid, isang Kiwi glass cleaner at tig-aanim na Colgate at Aqua Fresh ang nakasiksik sa kilikili ni nanay. Hati-hati na kayo, huwag mag-aagawan. Isang dosenang Wonder bra ( Victoria 's Secret ata ang tatak) gustong-gusto ni Tiya Iskang society natin, suot-suot din ni Inay. Alam kong inaasam-asam nyo 'yan, tiya. Anim na lipstick lang ang kasya sa bra. Ang Rolex na bilin-bilin mo tatay, suot-suot ni nanay. Nakatakip sa Nike na wristband. Kunin mo agad, Itay. May isinisik akong zip-loc sa bunganga ni Inay na naglalaman ng $759 dollars. Hindi na ako nakatakbo sa ATM. Puede na siguro sa libing iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyong tong na makokolekta, i-time deposit nyo &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236478679_3"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; para pag namatay si Tatay may pambili na ng ataul. Ang hikaw, singsing at kuwintas (na may nakakabit pang anim na nail cutters) na gustong-gusto mo, Ditse, ay suot- suot din ni Inay. Kunin mo na rin agad, Ditse. Ibigay mo ang isang nailcutter kay Jay bakla sa kanto. Tanggalin nyo ang bulak sa ilong ng inay, may isiniksik ako 3 diyamante sa bawat butas. Ibangon nyo lang si inay at tiyak na malalaglag na ang mga iyon. Konting alog lang siguro ng ulo. Marami pa sana akong ipaglalalagay kaya lang, baka mag-excess at si nanay pa ang maiwan. Basta parte-parte kayo, Itay, kuya, ate, dikong, ditse, para sa inyo lahat ito. Bahala na kayo kay Inay. Pamimisahan ko na lang siya rito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balitaan nyo na lang ako pagkatapos ng libing. Alam ni ate ang email ko. Paki-double check ang lista kung walang nawala sa mga ipinadala ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal,&lt;br /&gt;Bebeng&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it humorous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-396321217506204638?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/396321217506204638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=396321217506204638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/396321217506204638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/396321217506204638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-about-respect.html' title='What About Respect?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-1491671331716354630</id><published>2009-03-06T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:32:31.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excerpt from ---</title><content type='html'>1. SCAA elections happened today. Who did you vote? Who did I vote? --No one. Not S.U.R.E nor LEGO. Plainly, I wasn't able to register because I was absent. But it doesn't really matter. How could a vote make a difference (when it particularly came from me)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This week, March 4 - 7, I tried not eating with the usual people I ate with every lunch. I ate alone. I had this thought that, friends--humans--make things more perplexed. Sometimes? Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a while, it's been a while, since you said "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIA! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/25593994-1491671331716354630?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1491671331716354630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=1491671331716354630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1491671331716354630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1491671331716354630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-from.html' title='An Excerpt from ---'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-946126684779248987</id><published>2009-03-03T05:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:30:40.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It took me more time to log in than post an entry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If this was an entry&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-946126684779248987?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/946126684779248987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=946126684779248987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/946126684779248987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/946126684779248987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh.html' title='Oh.'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8831288724322039740</id><published>2009-02-23T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:24:21.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know What's Right and What's Clear Anymore</title><content type='html'>The Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FD-c6cx98ls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FD-c6cx98ls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's Changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gheYf9kvBRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gheYf9kvBRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile &lt;br /&gt;(Read with a British Accent) This video is pretty naughty! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/od7BNY9HUEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/od7BNY9HUEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues &lt;br /&gt;Guess I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2uTPMp17RE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2uTPMp17RE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8831288724322039740?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8831288724322039740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8831288724322039740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8831288724322039740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8831288724322039740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know-whats-right-and-whats-clear.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know What&apos;s Right and What&apos;s Clear Anymore'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-5953140792396285431</id><published>2009-02-22T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:49:21.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 519 and I'm Feeling Alone</title><content type='html'>The end of the world is coming, if you can save only one kind of animal, which one will you pick?&lt;br /&gt;a. Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;b. Sheep&lt;br /&gt;c. Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you had to be an animal which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Cat&lt;br /&gt;c. Horse&lt;br /&gt;d. Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have the power to make one species disappear forever, which one will that be?&lt;br /&gt;a. Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b. Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Crocodile&lt;br /&gt;d. Shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If one of the following animals could speak which would you prefer it to be?&lt;br /&gt;a. Sheep&lt;br /&gt;b. Horse&lt;br /&gt;c. Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On an isolated island you can only have one of the following as your companion, which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Pig&lt;br /&gt;c. Cow&lt;br /&gt;d. Bird (or this if it could talk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you had the ability to tame all animals, which would you prefer as a pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. White tiger&lt;br /&gt;c. Polar bear&lt;br /&gt;d. Leopard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could be an animal for 5 minutes which of the following would you prefer to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. Lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Cat&lt;br /&gt;c. Horse&lt;br /&gt;d. Pigeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis&lt;br /&gt;1. Your choice represents the personality of the person you would be attracted to in real life situation.&lt;br /&gt;a. Rabbit - Cold as ice on the outside, but warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;b. Sheep - Obedient and warm.&lt;br /&gt;c. Deer - Elegant and well-mannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d. Horse - Unbridled, free-spirited and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your choice represents the impression that you would like to give to your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a. Dog - Loyal and faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Cat - Stylish&lt;br /&gt;c. Horse - Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;d. Snake - Flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your choice represents the behavior that would cause you to break up with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;a. Lion - Your partner's arrogance and authoritative behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b. Snake - Your partner is too emotional and moody and you don't know how to please him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Crocodile - Your partner's ruthlessness.&lt;br /&gt;d. Shark - Your partner's insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your choice represents the kind of relationship that you would like to build with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;a. Sheep - You both know what the other person is thinking without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;b. Horse - Both of you should be able to talk about everything and anything with no secrets kept.&lt;br /&gt;c. Rabbit - A relationship that makes you feel warm and always in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d. Bird - A long-lasting relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your choice shows whether you are capable of committing adultery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a. Human - Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Pig - You can't resist desire and lust so you are likely to commit adultery.&lt;br /&gt;c. Cow - You are tolerant and you will try very hard not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;d. Bird - You don't like to make commitments and are likely to commit adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your choice represents your views about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a. Dinosaur - You are quite pessimistic and you don't think happy marriages exist anymore nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. White tiger - You think marriage is something precious, once you get married, you'll treasure it and your partner very much.&lt;br /&gt;c. Polar bear - You are afraid of marriage, you think it would take away your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;d. Leopard - You always wanted to get married, but in fact, you don't know what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your choice represents your views about love at this present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a. Lion - You always thirst for love, you can do anything for it, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Cat - You are quite self-centered; you think of love as something you can get and trash anytime you want.&lt;br /&gt;c. Horse - You don't want to be tied by a steady relationship, you just want to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;d. Pigeon - You think of love as a commitment for both parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstdegreerobbery.multiply.com/photos/album/37/_29_"&gt;(29)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstdegreerobbery.multiply.com/photos/album/38/_30_"&gt;(30)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstdegreerobbery.multiply.com/photos/album/39/_31_"&gt;(31)&lt;/a&gt; (Wait. This isn't for everyone to see. Ha ha. Try your fate and check if you're one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstdegreerobbery.multiply.com/photos/album/40/_32_"&gt;(32)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-5953140792396285431?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5953140792396285431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=5953140792396285431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5953140792396285431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5953140792396285431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-519-and-im-feeling-alone.html' title='It&apos;s 519 and I&apos;m Feeling Alone'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-343956700751757955</id><published>2009-02-18T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:17:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Parter Wanted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND BECAAUUUUSE&lt;/span&gt; SCHIA BROUGHT HER BLOG BACK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You will have a long recess!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL UPDATE. :))&lt;br /&gt;(Ohoho, sucks for you! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished the book I am reading last morning. I hated the last part for being such a cliff-hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how I talk. I'm pathetic. Ha ha. :p I shall, say, practice english? lol. Eh. I need to have some tone of formality, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am (somehow) pressured because Schia is waiting. -Meh- Ha ha! And it is already 11PM for girlyman's sake! -Bang!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio Trip. 4 hours left until my waking hour. Oho, terrible omen. lol. I shall wake up Schia, yes? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1: I have mastered the art of shading!&lt;br /&gt;2: --Circles.&lt;br /&gt;1: What?!&lt;br /&gt;2: Shading circles.&lt;br /&gt;1: Can I just have my moment of glory please?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to charge my equipment. CHARGE. (What's with the emphasis, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not watched home cable for almost 3 months. Ha ha. Poor idiot box. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxieties. Oh yes. Ho. Oh God come to my assistance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-343956700751757955?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/343956700751757955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=343956700751757955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/343956700751757955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/343956700751757955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing-parter-wanted.html' title='Dancing Parter Wanted!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4461083236139782556</id><published>2009-02-07T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:26:52.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFhAHFEJxPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFhAHFEJxPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Alex Wolff is way cuter with braces! :))&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Just watch the video. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4461083236139782556?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4461083236139782556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4461083236139782556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4461083236139782556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4461083236139782556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/jesse.html' title='Jesse'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7159761620998001193</id><published>2009-02-06T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:25:38.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Certainly, not."</title><content type='html'>1. "People come and go." Yes, sir, that's what he said. People came in and out of his life so often that death wasn't a big blow anymore. He knew how to move on. Nonetheless, there were things reiterating  his mind. He knew how to keep his emotions to himself. Therefore, he learned to walk away and leave, even the people closest to him. What a man. But (mark you) he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What happened to the old lady? Did she die in the hospital during the hurricane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marvelous clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He knew how to treasure life because he faced the end of life at a young age. (He died at a young age: Yes and no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I could not stop babbling about him, couldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No matter what your status in life is, or how much you achieved while you're living, you still end up like the people who never get anything. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  It is 8:88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It pays to grow with the aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you think the man I am talking about is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. From the tiniest, purest move, they affect everyone. I know you guys know that. CAUTION, dear friends. Then again, I mark you all: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; get hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;. You, people, don't know how much pain you are causing. Please. Don't make them feel what I felt. Find out how many people have been depressed because of your group. It's not a nice phase. And I admit, I have not moved on about them, leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Methinks you don't understand. You know, you shouldn't. :-jjjj)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7159761620998001193?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7159761620998001193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7159761620998001193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7159761620998001193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7159761620998001193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/certainly-not.html' title='&quot;Certainly, not.&quot;'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-2867901123863910319</id><published>2009-02-04T05:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:06:18.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Hundred and One</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;-erased the opening statement-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People come and go. :( I know one day, you'll all be gone. Just like.. like I never met you before. Like -points- her, and her and her and her and her and her and her and her and her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains to watch them in a shield I can never get through. But it is better that way, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And my selfish wish is to be the first to be lost and gone. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So you would know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how it feels&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not really sure if the grammar is right. I hope you got my message though.) I hope I can really shout that in front of your faces. A;SKDFJA;SDFJAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Let go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fake smiles. I can never "merge" with your attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who noticed the time in my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 bruises. Both knees, scratched and wounded. 2 more wounds--somewhere--on both my thighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-2867901123863910319?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2867901123863910319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=2867901123863910319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2867901123863910319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2867901123863910319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-hundred-and-one.html' title='Three Hundred and One'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-103570124127848216</id><published>2009-02-02T15:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:17:23.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toodoodoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid none; border-color: rgb(255, 102, 0) rgb(255, 102, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0y_K5ipm8qU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0y_K5ipm8qU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=671424&amp;amp;speed=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="318" height="181"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/miley_cyrus/" target="_blank"&gt;Miley Cyrus lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/miley_cyrus/bottom_of_the_ocean.html" target="_blank"&gt;Bottom Of The Ocean lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Someone had a dream last Saturday but forgot how it went. :-" -cough&lt;b&gt;schiaau&lt;/b&gt;cough-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I told my mom that departure would be 2:00pm. Gah, she had to wait 20 minutes more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I learn on my own, favored way. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My words expire! -shakefist-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think I should put back HaloScan? :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thank you, William and Carmen, for commenting on my tagboard. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Our Filipino teacher miscounted my test paper. Good thing I had the nerve to re-check and notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You make me laugh, you make me cry, I don't know which side to buy. -- My song for Biology. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Practicing self-control is.. *bang!* Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It is 4:04 already. I am 4 minutes late for studying! *whack!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Deathly drills tomorrow. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We have a lot on our plate this week..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;next week..&lt;br /&gt;and next week..&lt;br /&gt;and next week..&lt;br /&gt;and--you get the idea. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just face it. We're always bombarded with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's all said, yet undone. *bang!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I want a book but it costs 999.99 pesos. :o3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Thank the human who invented the calculator. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. It took me 1500002439572935783480000000 times to edit this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-103570124127848216?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/103570124127848216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=103570124127848216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/103570124127848216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/103570124127848216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/toodoodoo.html' title='Toodoodoo'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7506483888548427031</id><published>2009-02-01T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:03:01.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babablacksheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Czari!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schia Au!&lt;/span&gt; (Let's put more sophistication in the terrible name I gave you. Ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am.. back, unfortunately. -grunt- Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's hard to think about what to write. You know what my goal for this post is? To make it longer than my welcome message (or profile). I don't know why I opened this for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I should be studying right now, but I.. (Isn't it obvious?) Biology is long and heartbreaking. But, of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; have no choice but to read it. Come on, it's about the Human Body anyway! :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thirteen more days before SAD--Single Awareness Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why do you have to rub it on my face: that I am small, fat and ugly? Do you know how much it hurts me to be the unfavored one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We all want glory. Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 5: 55, 11: 11, 2: 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Skin abscess, why do you have to be so painful? Curse you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staphylococcus aureus&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No matter how I try to--Oh, by the way, please comment on my Cbox. :D It's the pop up one. You know.. the one you have to click and.. POP! There it goes.. -wide, convincing smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10. I should be optimistic! :-bd Help me, please? SRSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7506483888548427031?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7506483888548427031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7506483888548427031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7506483888548427031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7506483888548427031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/babablacksheep.html' title='Babablacksheep'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8821250159015345102</id><published>2009-01-17T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:05:33.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-ationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relax. Close your eyes, start counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fall into unconsciousness. Feel the pleasure to be numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEJA VU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8821250159015345102?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8821250159015345102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8821250159015345102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8821250159015345102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8821250159015345102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/01/realationship.html' title='Real-ationship'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-5421602085519103170</id><published>2009-01-09T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:58:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zommeflaggannah!</title><content type='html'>Em.. -laughs hard-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with.. you? =)) =)) K. K. :-j :)) I tracked back some posts, and I have been thinking. I should go back to writing like that. Like my post for December 2007. :D Ahaha. :D And by the way, checking out older posts ISN'T a good idea. Ohohoho nohoho. =)) :| K. :| :))&lt;br /&gt;I am going to move to another link someday so my history won't haunt me. And you. Yes, you. Because the way I spelled words and used English before.. MAN! Two words: Incredibly disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, "Bang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a drag. A drug. -whutt- Someone write a plot. And center it on how to annihilate school! Ahahaha. How I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be conscious with the tenses I use. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a sentiment with you. :D (Because the other sentences above aren't, according to Yelena -quarantined!-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading other people's minds. I wouldn't want that anymore. I wouldn't wish for it, if I had a chance to have superpowers. I mean, come on, what will I hear when people see me? Full of anger, hatred, critisizm. Right? Say yes! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am downcast, I write bad. When I am happy, I write worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new name. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEA AUFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: -scratches head- What's she saying? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zommeflagganah. Lea. Pronounced as L-e-e. Like Lea Perins. Auff should be read as "off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAY OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. :| :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried what Jasper did! Hehehe. :D Thank you for putting up the site. It's neat like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZOMMEFLAGGANNAH!&lt;/span&gt; :)) This thing is great for profiles. Teeheehee. Just saying. :D -hides-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Yelena answers the phone, she just says "Go." This is not permission for you to begin speaking, it is your cue to start running for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yelena's tears cure cancer. Too bad she has never cried. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yelena once shot down a German fighter plane with her finger, by yelling, "Bang!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I laughed like, "Nyehehehe" when I read this. :)) &lt;/span&gt;=)) =)) lmao! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is endless debate about the existence of the human soul. Well it does exist, and Yelena finds it delicious.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yelena's calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd; no one fools Yelena.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Yelena doesn't throw up if she drinks too much. Yelena throws down!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The best part of waking up, is not Folgers in your cup, but knowing that Yelena didn't kill you in your sleep.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Archeologists unearthed an old english dictionary dating back to the year 1236. It defined "victim" as "one who has encountered Yelena"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One time, Yelena accidentally stubbed her toe. It destroyed the entire state of Ohio.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yelena doesn't have blood. She is filled with magma.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh. @-) I am Lava Girl then. @-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, of course, magma is different from lava. :D :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-5421602085519103170?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5421602085519103170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=5421602085519103170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5421602085519103170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5421602085519103170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/01/zommeflaggannah.html' title='Zommeflaggannah!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7642252339538389198</id><published>2009-01-01T17:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:40:57.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Perspiring From the Irony?</title><content type='html'>There isn't much to write about, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marker keeps on blinking, taunting her to come up with something interesting, almost showing its impatience (if it were to be animated). With its consistent beat, like ones own heart, adrenaline starts to rise and take over--along with confusion and irrationality--. She stares. It pounds, getting back at her. One hand resting on the keyboard.. idle fingers. She cannot dare stare at the marker, inexplicably stabbing her very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elevate your tone," she says to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. A bothering routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is irrevocable to click the little red box when you know there isn't much use and purpose; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w h y&lt;/span&gt; I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially, the start of another year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C h a n g e.&lt;/span&gt; That word doesn't sound so bad, does it? No more resolutions, she gets sick of them by the second. It just pains her to browse at, once more, what she cannot be. Specifically obscure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone, there is relief. But on some thought (to ponder on), there is longing. There is silence. There is consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot keep my head from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what if&lt;/span&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What if I was white?&lt;br /&gt;2. What if I was tall?&lt;br /&gt;3. What if I was in Aly or AJ's place?&lt;br /&gt;4. What if I was an only child?&lt;br /&gt;5. What if..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--what?&lt;br /&gt;6. What if I had your brain?&lt;br /&gt;7. What if I was as smart as you?&lt;br /&gt;8. What if I was skinny?&lt;br /&gt;9. What if I had blue eyes and blonde hair?&lt;br /&gt;10. What if I could predict and read people's minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. What if I was invisible?&lt;br /&gt;12. What if I was dead?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;READ THIS &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOUD&lt;/span&gt;, WITH &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CORRECT PAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREATHING AND TONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HNY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7642252339538389198?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7642252339538389198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7642252339538389198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7642252339538389198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7642252339538389198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-perspiring-from-irony.html' title='Are You Perspiring From the Irony?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4894284081837149218</id><published>2008-12-26T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:04:16.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unabandoned After All</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last visited &lt;a href="http://alyandaj.com/"&gt;Aly &amp;amp; Aj&lt;/a&gt;'s site. And I think the change was shebanging! :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Both Aly and AJ Michalka have blogs! Isn't that cool? I joined the site (Thank goodness there was no need for payments!). All I am waiting for now is the activation email. -Happy dance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also planning to &lt;s&gt;rip off&lt;/s&gt; imitate the color codes of their site because black and gold make a good combination. (Who knows it isn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for some awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt;come&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4894284081837149218?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4894284081837149218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4894284081837149218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4894284081837149218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4894284081837149218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/unabandoned-after-all.html' title='Unabandoned After All'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8316765672642563027</id><published>2008-12-24T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:16:44.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried My Best To Close</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; for opening this again. But I had to so I could greet each one a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:70;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:70;" &gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8316765672642563027?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8316765672642563027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8316765672642563027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8316765672642563027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8316765672642563027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-tried-my-best-to-close.html' title='I Tried My Best To Close'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7560749861217810982</id><published>2008-12-17T19:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:22:25.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Then again, I am left with clues, hints, puzzle pieces--beyond my logic and comprehension--.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;It shot me. But I had to pretend that I was not hit; a little smile did it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7560749861217810982?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7560749861217810982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7560749861217810982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7560749861217810982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7560749861217810982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-long.html' title='How Long?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3390646461759186804</id><published>2008-12-13T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:21:13.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Something I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>Music: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Back - Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Another Cinderella Story last Monday. It was my first to see that film and I found it very cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ahref="http: com="" v="pPtbdVKG8PM&amp;quot;"&gt; Selena Gomez. Selena Gomez. &lt;/ahref="http:&gt;Selena Gomez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SUPWdAS1ijI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H4tQ0qxbVuQ/s1600-h/nick+and+selena.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SUPWdAS1ijI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H4tQ0qxbVuQ/s320/nick+and+selena.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279298981991909938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SUPXVPODmoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gHf2UdFr6eU/s1600-h/orig_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SUPXVPODmoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gHf2UdFr6eU/s320/orig_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279299948071066242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref="http: com="" v="pPtbdVKG8PM&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ahref="http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3390646461759186804?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3390646461759186804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3390646461759186804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3390646461759186804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3390646461759186804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/bake-me-brownies.html' title='Tell Me Something I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SUPWdAS1ijI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H4tQ0qxbVuQ/s72-c/nick+and+selena.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7510613062374095849</id><published>2008-12-06T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:35:11.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Comes Natural</title><content type='html'>I am trying to spare myself from stress. Actually, I am not trying nor doing it. I am just saying it. It's hard to place both of my feet back on the ground, after a week of doing non-school related things. I've seen a closet full of homework. Heavy ones, mind you. I congratulate everyone for surviving this week! I believe it's been bloody. It's my turn now. Too bad I can't say, "skip" or "miss a turn," like in board games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. THE. PRESSURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Fest, Investigatory Project, Bio Test, AP Long Quiz, Stat MQT, CLE homework, Englist MQT and speech, Filipino homework, etc. I already feel tired just by looking at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is still WBL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hello, soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I am back once more! :D I think I am happy now. :D :'DD xDD Double D's rock! \m/ x'DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JACOB BLACK, JASPER HALE, ALICE CULLEN &amp;amp;&amp;amp; COLLEEN AFRICA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVE ME YOUR CHRISTMAS WISHLIST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean, NOW. :)) :)) Ahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7510613062374095849?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7510613062374095849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The lights go out all around me&lt;br /&gt;One last candle to keep out the night&lt;br /&gt;And then the darkness surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm alive but i feel like i've died&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left is to accept that it's over&lt;br /&gt;My dreams ran like sand through the fists that i made&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep warm but i just grow colder&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, i still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole world is the pain inside me&lt;br /&gt;The best i can do is just get through the day&lt;br /&gt;When life before is only a memory&lt;br /&gt;I'll wonder why God lets me walk through this place&lt;br /&gt;And though i can't understand why this happened&lt;br /&gt;I know that i will when i look back someday&lt;br /&gt;And see how you've brought beauty from ashes&lt;br /&gt;And made me as gold purified through these flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, i still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, at the end of me&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to hold to what i can't see&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to hope&lt;br /&gt;This night's been so long&lt;br /&gt;I cling to Your promise&lt;br /&gt;There will be a dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, i still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8271778346485368775?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8271778346485368775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8271778346485368775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8271778346485368775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8271778346485368775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/lights-go-out-all-around-me-one-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-399793492195526734</id><published>2008-12-02T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:34:33.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><content type='html'>There is no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of playing the "good" role.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-399793492195526734?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/399793492195526734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=399793492195526734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/399793492195526734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/399793492195526734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3811800211618078655</id><published>2008-11-29T06:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:11:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha.</title><content type='html'>I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; to forget me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all! -bow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3811800211618078655?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3811800211618078655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3811800211618078655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3811800211618078655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3811800211618078655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/ha-ha.html' title='Ha ha.'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7597876226937379474</id><published>2008-11-23T16:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:15:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Saying?!</title><content type='html'>How can a two-day fair brainwash students to oblivion? (Is that even right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my hardest to speak this language since I do not practice writing like this anymore (for about, what? Two weeks or so?). I cannot dare to read another Filipino story because the space in my brain (that is admeasure for English vocabulary), will surely be eradicated. Tell me it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; weird, but madam, I do not have a brain like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes were disheveled to the utmost possibility as they could. (What? I did not understand that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, oddly, submitted to the fact that The Time Travelers Wife is (quite) boring. I shall get back to it when summer has diffused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to pursue this, but I don't have time.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The word "dream" and "school" just don't mix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7597876226937379474?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7597876226937379474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7597876226937379474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7597876226937379474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7597876226937379474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-am-i-saying.html' title='What Am I Saying?!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-2389344447729095925</id><published>2008-11-20T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:27:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychobabble</title><content type='html'>Have you observed that this site is full of malapropism and jargon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cough virus has defied my respiratory system again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"No, not this time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-2389344447729095925?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2389344447729095925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=2389344447729095925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2389344447729095925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2389344447729095925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/psychobabble.html' title='Psychobabble'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3554240226333708959</id><published>2008-11-19T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:21:38.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite</title><content type='html'>The moon, that became a star, was named 88. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/lexiz101/music/_hBxVSd_/moonstar88_migraine"&gt;Their&lt;br /&gt;instruments don't sound OPM. ^:)^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia's new blog! http://perplexed--reality.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3554240226333708959?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3554240226333708959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3554240226333708959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3554240226333708959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3554240226333708959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-quite.html' title='Not Quite'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-1074025420558837805</id><published>2008-11-18T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:06:13.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Expect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ears see. Beware. Be wary.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-1074025420558837805?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1074025420558837805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=1074025420558837805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1074025420558837805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1074025420558837805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-not-expect.html' title='Do Not Expect'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-9209756256423463427</id><published>2008-11-15T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:14:39.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>There is nothing left to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-9209756256423463427?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9209756256423463427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=9209756256423463427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/9209756256423463427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/9209756256423463427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3204719837273888043</id><published>2008-11-15T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:38:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Swan</title><content type='html'>I was expecting to get Edward or Jasper because I think I'm not like Bella. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/twilight-quiz" title="Twilight Quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizrocket.com/static/images/quiz/badges/twilight/bella.gif" alt="Twilight Quiz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/twilight-quiz"&gt;Twilight Quiz&lt;/a&gt; by QuizRocket.com &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com"&gt;fun quizzes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br&gt; &amp;raquo; &amp;raquo; &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/christmas-quiz"&gt;Christmas Trivia Quiz&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/naughty-or-nice-quiz"&gt;Naughty or Nice&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;laquo; &amp;laquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/thanksgiving-trivia"&gt;Thanksgiving Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/topic/Twilight-Quizzes"&gt;Twilight Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/myspace-quizzes-surveys"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjY3NDg4MDUyOTYmcHQ9MTIyNjc*OTA1MDA*NiZwPTg3MzMxJmQ9dHdpbGlnaHQmZz*xJnQ9Jm89OGNhMWJiNWY5NTlmNDdjMjgzZmNmY2VhNzIxZThkMzI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3204719837273888043?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3204719837273888043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3204719837273888043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3204719837273888043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3204719837273888043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/bella-swan.html' title='Bella Swan'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-102180517655833031</id><published>2008-11-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:52:56.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, she didn't!</title><content type='html'>I've been sleeping in class these past days. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-102180517655833031?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/102180517655833031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=102180517655833031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/102180517655833031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/102180517655833031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-no-she-didnt.html' title='Oh no, she didn&apos;t!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7286795505476525370</id><published>2008-11-13T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:55:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AstrA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i452.photobucket.com/albums/qq248/triciapanpan/astra-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're invited to Assumption Antipolo's School Fair 0809 entitled, AstrA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 21-22, 2008 (Friday to Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday: 8am-11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday: 9am-12mn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets cost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt; pesos each, good for both fair days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Battle of the Bands&lt;/span&gt; on the first fair day (no entrance fee), happening from 5:30pm to 11pm, featuring: Ars Moriendis, Drift, TG, One Man Down, NotSoFast, Damsel Saves the Hero, Grounded, Nevertheless AND Paris Turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i452.photobucket.com/albums/qq248/triciapanpan/neo-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety Show on the second fair day, happening from 5:30pm-12:00mn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEDICAB, ERNVILLE, IMAGO, HALE, SESSION ROAD and TANSAN NI GASTON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;150&lt;/span&gt; pesos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7286795505476525370?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7286795505476525370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7286795505476525370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7286795505476525370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7286795505476525370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/astra.html' title='AstrA!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-6357066534748057466</id><published>2008-11-09T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:01:35.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Author</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Patrick,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was then an only child who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. They would touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted. When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd --- almost like a kitten's. So we brought you to many doctors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the "cry du chat" (pronounced Kree-do-sha) syndrome, "cry of the cat" in French. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, "Your brother will never walk nor talk." The doctor told us that it is a condition that afflicts one in 50,000 babies, rendering victims severely retarded. Mom was shocked and I was furious. I thought it was unfair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you're not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you. Mom and Dad didn't know but I steeled myself not to love you as you grew. Mom and Dad showered you love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom never gave up on you. She knew she had to do it for your sake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everytime she put your toys down, you'd roll instead of crawl. I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn't roll. You struggle and you're cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn't give up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said -- you crawled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When mom saw this, she knew you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she'd put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass on your skin. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then she'd leave you there. I would sometimes watch from the windows and smile at your discomfort. You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back. Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn. Until one day, Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass as fast as your little legs could carry you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Laughing and crying, she shouted for Dad and I to come. Dad hugged you crying openly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write. From then on, I would sometime see you walk outside, smell the flowers, marvel at the birds, or just smile at no one. I began to see the beauty of the world through your eyes. It was then that I realized that you were my brother and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn't, because I had grown to love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During the next few days, we again became acquainted with each other. I would buy you toys and give you all the love that a sister could ever give to her brother. And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I guess, you were never really meant for us. On your tenth birthday, you felt severe headaches. The doctor's diagnosis --leukemia. Mom gasped and Dad held her, while I fought hard to keep my tears from falling. At that moment, I loved you all the more. I couldn't even bear to leave your side. Then the doctors told us that your only hope is to have a bonemarrow transplant. You became the subject of a nationwide donor search. When at last we found the right match, you were too sick, and the doctor reluctantly ruled out the operations. Since then, you underwent chemotherapy and radiation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even at the end, you continued to pursue life. Just a month before you died, you made me draw up a list of things you wanted to do when you got out of the hospital. Two days after the list was completed, you asked the doctors to send you home. There, we ate ice cream and cake, run across the grass, flew kites, went fishing, took pictures of one another and let the balloons fly. I remember the last conversation that we had. You said that if you die, and if I need of help, I could send you a note to heaven by tying it on the string of any balloon and letting it fly. When you said this, I started crying. Then you hugged me. Then again, for the last time, you got sick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That last night, you asked for water, a back rub, a cuddle. Finally, you went into seizure with tears streaming down your face. Later, at the hospital, you struggled to talk but the words wouldn't come. I know what you wanted to say. "Hear you," I whispered. And for the last time, I said, "I'll always love and I will never forget you. Don't be afraid. You'll soon be with God in heaven." Then, with my tears flowing freely, I watched the bravest boy I had ever known finally stop breathing. Dad, Mom and I cried until I felt as if there were no more tears left. Patrick was finally gone, leaving us behind.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From then on, you were my source of inspiration. You showed me how to love life and live to the fullest. With your simplicity and honesty, you showed me a world full of love and caring. And you made me realize that the most important thing in this life is to continue loving without asking why or how and without setting any limit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you, my little brother, for all these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-6357066534748057466?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6357066534748057466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=6357066534748057466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6357066534748057466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6357066534748057466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/unknown-author.html' title='Unknown Author'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8120329547145791583</id><published>2008-11-08T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:21:11.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I was Ebullient</title><content type='html'>It's been months since I last posted something &lt;a href="http://lexiz101.deviantart.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am missing a lot. And I am missing some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for the right time and mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpitating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very lonely these past days. (Karma, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to shut up, than say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talking leads to touching, and touching leads to sex. And then there is no mystery left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found your secret. The square boxes lead to a sentence or two, when hovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my hardest to not be driven by rash emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only know how much this kills me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8120329547145791583?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8120329547145791583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8120329547145791583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8120329547145791583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8120329547145791583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wish-i-was-ebullient.html' title='I Wish I was Ebullient'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7055887164126170807</id><published>2008-11-07T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:55:23.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disease</title><content type='html'>I've got a secret and I'm not telling you! -evil laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ An unusual awareness of the heartbeat, is an extremely common symptom. Most people who complain of palpitations describe them either as "skips" in the heartbeat (that is, a pause, often followed by a particularly strong beat,) or as periods of rapid and/or irregular heartbeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Episodes of lightheadedness or dizziness can have many causes, including anemia (low blood count) and other blood disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ "Chest pain" is an imprecise term. It is often used to describe any pain, pressure, squeezing, choking, numbness or any other discomfort in the chest, neck, or upper abdomen, and is often associated with pain in the jaw, head, or arms. It can last from less than a second to days or weeks, can occur frequently or rarely, and can occur sporadically or predictably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will not be accused of plagiarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, I do not show up.. find me in my bed. You might see me fight for my life; struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be able to die peacefully when my time comes. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We've only got two more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Death has introduced itself several times. Moreover to a girl like me. The funny thing is, I am still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I found this in Iah Pastrana's multiply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; a cashier hand this little boy some money back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; have enough money to buy this doll.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; money?''&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; to give this doll to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; bring it to her.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; her after all, and not to worry.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;But he replied to me sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;' No, Santa Claus can't&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; goes there.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; she could take the doll with her to give it to my&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; sister.''&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My heart nearly stopped&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;to tell mommy not to go yet.  I need her to wait until I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;come back from the mall.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; picture with her so she won't forget me.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; sister.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; quietly.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; enough money for the doll?''&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; added some of my money to his without him seeing and we&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; some spare money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; enough money.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; sister. He heard me!''&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; rose.''&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;'My mommy loves white roses.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; my basket.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally different state from&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; when I started.  I couldn't get the little boy out of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then I remembered a local new spaper article two days ago,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; woman would not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; young woman was exposed for people to see and make last&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; wishes before her burial.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; doll placed over her chest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; changed forever.... The love that the little boy had for his&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; imagine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:10;" &gt; this away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7055887164126170807?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7055887164126170807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7055887164126170807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7055887164126170807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7055887164126170807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/disease.html' title='Disease'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7891058395337341929</id><published>2008-11-06T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:14:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Breathe!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart, pounding against my chest, serves as a reminder for me to breathe. Why do I keep on forgetting that I need air to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/25593994-7891058395337341929?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7891058395337341929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7891058395337341929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7891058395337341929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7891058395337341929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathe.html' title='&quot;Breathe!&quot;'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4250519371478058166</id><published>2008-11-03T07:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:17:46.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because!</title><content type='html'>You approached me and handed an envelope full of note cards. Every sheet contained a short sorry letter. But the weird fact about it was, it took me 2 days to finish reading one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, it was YOU who came and haunted me in my sleep. What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you are puzzled by my actions. And you are probably wondering why I am mad at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4250519371478058166?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4250519371478058166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4250519371478058166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4250519371478058166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4250519371478058166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-dream.html' title='Because!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-6657575767429310435</id><published>2008-11-01T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:35:44.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Actions speak louder than words. But do they hurt like words?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change. (Right, Czari?)&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it hard to watch a friend hop to the other side of the fence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-6657575767429310435?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6657575767429310435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=6657575767429310435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6657575767429310435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6657575767429310435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-there.html' title='Are You There?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-6758181199646223244</id><published>2008-10-28T05:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:38:31.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>I was playing Camster, a game in my cousin's phone. And of course, I was a beginner so I had to take the game's tutorial. And one of its slides said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If your camster poos too much, you may slap it to remind it not to poo so often.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stoned to death-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)) =)) asfkldja;sdfklj;adlfajdslfjadslf :)) :)) :)) (Yes, this explains how I find it hilarious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BELLA: Hi, Jacob. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;JACOB: Hey, Bella. The sky.&lt;br /&gt;BELLA: Wow, I&lt;br /&gt;never knew that! -stoned to death-&lt;br /&gt;JACOB: Hahaha. -makes harang to the&lt;br /&gt;stones- &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEP! :)) (Pretend that it was Lilly who said that. Lilly. Lilly from Hannah Montana -stoned to death-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer is tiring. I found it hard to breathe inside the field. I thought I was going to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already past 5 in the morning. I should be taking a bath. But Toni and my cousin, Niella, locked the door. Therefore, I cannot access the bathroom. -stoned to death-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? It is true! D: -finally SHOT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a;sldfjadskfjadsfja;dfja;d :)) =)) :)) akdjfadsfljadlfkjadsfkaiwruqowij2qfw nmsd fvn (Isn't it obvious that I'm restless? Ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must change my laugh. ADFAFDAFDADSFADSflasfdhasdkfasd :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwanttogotoanotherschool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-6758181199646223244?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6758181199646223244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=6758181199646223244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6758181199646223244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6758181199646223244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-2146959566680568698</id><published>2008-10-26T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:31:10.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I listen</title><content type='html'>I'm here to listen. Just that. Because you don't. I totally get that you like her, but, please, why do you talk about her all the time? Do you think I care? But, whatever, like I told you, I listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or at least, I try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WORTH IT? IS IT WORTH IT? DO YOU THINK IT IS WORTH IT?&lt;br /&gt;Worth it. Worth it. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people grow old, at one point of their lives, they learn how live on their own. To be isolated; secluded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-2146959566680568698?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2146959566680568698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=2146959566680568698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2146959566680568698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2146959566680568698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-listen.html' title='I listen'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3137328585526373966</id><published>2008-10-05T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:11:20.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SOgh4jvqFoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cgfvbDha1Qs/s1600-h/51g9zTcvxyL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SOgh4jvqFoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cgfvbDha1Qs/s320/51g9zTcvxyL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253486220879206018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released: September 23 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hil's last album with Hollywood Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting for &lt;em&gt;Best of Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;p&gt;1. Reach Out&lt;br /&gt;2. Holiday&lt;br /&gt;3. Stranger&lt;br /&gt;4. With Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Play With Fire&lt;br /&gt;6. Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;7. Fly&lt;br /&gt;8. Come Clean (Remix)&lt;br /&gt;9. So Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;10. Why Not&lt;br /&gt;11. Reach Out (Remix)&lt;br /&gt;12. Holiday (Remix)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shes breaking up with Hollywood Records for a few reasons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. They promised her a Dignity concert DVD, which she never got.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. They want her to go back to her Disney roots, and start making bubble-gum pop again, just like she did in metamorphosis and all that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. They were pressuring her to release a new CD this year, which she refused to do because shes writing the music for a CD she was planning to release this summer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In conclusion, Hollywood Records was treating Hilary like crap, so she decided to break apart from them. It wasn’t her choice or plan to make another “best of” CD, but she couldn’t control that. Since Hollywood Records didn’t want her to leave, in return they have given Hil’s new CD absolutely no promo or advertisement, because they hope Hilary will simply vanish and be forgotten. So buy her CD, so we, as her fans, can prove to Hollywood Records that Hilary will NOT be forgotten and can still do good on the charts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Source: http://teenscoop.wordpress.com/2008/08/11/new-album-cover-hilary-duff-best-of-hilary-duff/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3137328585526373966?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3137328585526373966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3137328585526373966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3137328585526373966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3137328585526373966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-of.html' title='Best Of'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SOgh4jvqFoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cgfvbDha1Qs/s72-c/51g9zTcvxyL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-9013385263057272651</id><published>2008-09-28T09:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:10:39.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rejected</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you, the runt of the family?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my mom's genes have not been dominant enough, I could have been mistaken for being adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard being home. I feel like it's somewhere I don't belong (Although, I know there is no home-y place I have found else where.) And I realized that everywhere I go, I find myself out of place. They don't want me. But the go near me because they need something (which I am not sure of-- whatever that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOAST TO BOOST. BOOST TO BOAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do know that I am referring to your self-esteem, and mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-9013385263057272651?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9013385263057272651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=9013385263057272651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/9013385263057272651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/9013385263057272651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/09/rejected.html' title='The Rejected'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8317356359986461442</id><published>2008-09-20T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:15:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever felt like you wanted to confess something but you can't because you know it's not worth everything both of what you've been through? You feel like he/she likes you back but you just can't take the risk. Here you are, actually waiting for her/him to tell you that he/she likes you. You wait a little more, but still nothing comes up. You wonder what's wrong, what's taking so long. You try to be patient. Yet, still nothing. You try to analyze. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Never satisfied-&lt;/span&gt; Is it because you're holding on while he/she's really not? He/She's looking at someone else. All the while, you thought it was you. You expect too much. You assume. Are you sure where you're getting at? You are confused. You don't know what to do. You are dragged by your heart. You are dragged by the horde. You suddenly think that you've changed, that you do not recognize who you've become anymore. Who do you really want to be? A variety of questions spring up. You do not know how to answer them one at a time. But one thought was still alive. You still like her. That's all you cared about. You just went back to square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if you just told her? No. Everything will change.&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/25593994-8317356359986461442?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8317356359986461442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8317356359986461442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8317356359986461442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8317356359986461442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/09/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4120189230985857799</id><published>2008-09-10T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:58:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SMfELto-2rI/AAAAAAAAADY/GFF_Lkc7F8E/s1600-h/11089109_tmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SMfELto-2rI/AAAAAAAAADY/GFF_Lkc7F8E/s320/11089109_tmb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244375996605323954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SMfELo0YViI/AAAAAAAAADg/LrDgMi-ZXGg/s1600-h/14647997.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SMfELo0YViI/AAAAAAAAADg/LrDgMi-ZXGg/s320/14647997.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244375995310954018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had her looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4120189230985857799?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4120189230985857799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4120189230985857799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4120189230985857799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4120189230985857799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/09/bella-swan.html' title='Bella Swan'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SMfELto-2rI/AAAAAAAAADY/GFF_Lkc7F8E/s72-c/11089109_tmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-111760854486730</id><published>2008-09-06T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:17:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer?</title><content type='html'>I am suddenly brought to the thought of having Leukemia. I have been observing my color, mostly on the lips, and it's often pale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-111760854486730?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111760854486730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=111760854486730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/111760854486730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/111760854486730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/09/cancer.html' title='Cancer?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8606371583724033763</id><published>2008-09-04T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:35:37.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voila</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last posted something worth-reading. All I can say is.. there has been no progress. Horay! -stoned to death-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of disappointed with school.. ? Ha ha. Let's just say the class picked me as St. James. Nice, eh? The only exciting part there is.. I get to have a personal assistant! Ha ha. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guess who she is.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8606371583724033763?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8606371583724033763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8606371583724033763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8606371583724033763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8606371583724033763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/09/voila.html' title='Voila'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-420983923534885016</id><published>2008-08-10T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:50:42.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Because everybody's changing, I might as well let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-420983923534885016?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/420983923534885016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=420983923534885016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/420983923534885016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/420983923534885016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-6107196755795693492</id><published>2008-08-10T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:21:42.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooper</title><content type='html'>I was browsing my blog archives a while ago. Look at April 2007 (Just look, don't read). I used to post long blog entries! And they were all about being jocund, care-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me? Is this puberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to do what I did before. But, please (Alex), with better grammar. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now because I feel kind of hyper. :D :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my THE Scrapbook! 8D I just need to print the pictures and design that asldfkasdlf. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I haven't studied for the quarterly tests yet. :| I also need to do the drawing for Filipino, and 2 reflection papers for CLE/AK. I'm all piled up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for -counts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 HOURS! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-6107196755795693492?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6107196755795693492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=6107196755795693492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6107196755795693492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/6107196755795693492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/08/whooper.html' title='Whooper'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-2693017281145786943</id><published>2008-08-07T04:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:42:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comparison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"His" Hug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was approaching him, but he saw me ahead so he stood up. And when I was next to him, he placed his arms around me, giving me a hug. In reaction, I just placed my arms on his shoulders, hugging him back. It was quick. It was sudden. I didn't know what it meant, but it made my body shiver. Was it "I miss you" or "Goodbye"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it's the second one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His" Hug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows that I need him. A shoulder, a comforting zone. I run to him know since the other "he" went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive his hugs often. Recess, Lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday in the afternoon, IN FRONT OF MS. HERRERO, he hugged me again. I didn't know what to do because I was strapped in his arms and I can't let go. So I my placed my head on his shoulder and started to hyperventilate, my heart beat--faster. I felt the tears as they formed and swelled up in my eyes. But I chose to hide the emotions as soon as he placed my body back to its balance. I felt it, I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden rush of pain and depression that I couldn't exhale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-2693017281145786943?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2693017281145786943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=2693017281145786943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2693017281145786943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2693017281145786943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/08/comparison.html' title='A Comparison'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8916310115896046067</id><published>2008-08-02T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:40:00.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant</title><content type='html'>I'm still catching my breath from all the running. Sometimes I suffocate and just cry along the way. But crying doesn't do anything, so I try to put myself back and find a happy place. Then I continue to battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I pretend to be someone else, but that doesn't make me feel better either. I try to show my ego, but that doesn't help since I scare people away. Of course, I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me. Who should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't take me as ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, maybe, I just don't know who I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8916310115896046067?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8916310115896046067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8916310115896046067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8916310115896046067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8916310115896046067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/08/stagnant.html' title='Stagnant'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7962093805516781143</id><published>2008-07-31T16:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:29:06.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SJF0raXvfZI/AAAAAAAAACw/-zmADY8xjpw/s1600-h/jac.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SJF0raXvfZI/AAAAAAAAACw/-zmADY8xjpw/s320/jac.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229088931515956626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that can be done, I chose to surf the net. --Even though I clearly know we will have our Bio UT2 and our Computer QT tomorrow--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog hopped, and this is what I found in one of the sites that I visited. It's a GIF file, okay? And if ever it doesn't run... well, poor you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7962093805516781143?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7962093805516781143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7962093805516781143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7962093805516781143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7962093805516781143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/jacob-black.html' title='Jacob Black'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SJF0raXvfZI/AAAAAAAAACw/-zmADY8xjpw/s72-c/jac.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7475216771498689295</id><published>2008-07-26T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:21:53.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Missed Call</title><content type='html'>She picked up her phone. On its screen was written "One Missed Call". She checked who the number belonged to, and it was his'. She felt sorry for not answering, so she sent a message --telling him to call again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Message Sent!", as the phone's screen flashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay her phone on the cold floor, and she followed too. She placed her legs in front of her stomach, looking like a fetus. Her hands, clasped, served as her head's pillow, against the marble platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly realized that she was waiting. Waiting for a call. She never did this until this time. And inside her head, she was wondering if she was falling. Falling again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7475216771498689295?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7475216771498689295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7475216771498689295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7475216771498689295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7475216771498689295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-missed-call.html' title='One Missed Call'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8654084555060757616</id><published>2008-07-26T07:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:11:53.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neck Clinger</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Your silver heart, I've always kept.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing matters more to it.&lt;br /&gt;But now it has gone black and blue,&lt;br /&gt;Fading away...--the diamonds too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written by a friend of mine. Ha ha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8654084555060757616?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8654084555060757616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8654084555060757616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8654084555060757616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8654084555060757616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-silver-heart-ive-always-kept.html' title='Neck Clinger'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4850413120645319399</id><published>2008-07-22T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:11:23.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Assurance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4850413120645319399?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4850413120645319399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4850413120645319399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4850413120645319399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4850413120645319399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3494861866579161266</id><published>2008-07-15T06:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:37:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex is...</title><content type='html'>~psyched about Friday! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;~about to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;~nearly late for school.&lt;br /&gt;~experiencing colds once again. &lt;br /&gt;     &gt;Aye, they love me too much. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a certified CRAMMER.&lt;br /&gt;~HYPED UP. &lt;br /&gt;~typing.&lt;br /&gt;~eating POP TARTS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;~missing a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;~waiting for her brother.&lt;br /&gt;~about to go now.&lt;br /&gt;~saying good bye now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIEU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3494861866579161266?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3494861866579161266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3494861866579161266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3494861866579161266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3494861866579161266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/alex-is.html' title='Alex is...'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8348611251901077221</id><published>2008-07-13T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:40:50.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudge Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Why do crabs have teeth in their claws, and not in their mouths?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; reconstruction, as you can see. I want change. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have CS3 already, but I have to learn to get back on my heels, tweak, and explore it again. The header is really blech --you know what I mean. I was viewing the page a couple of times, and I role played. What if I wasn't the owner of this blog? I'd think that some random adult made it. A grown up who lives a classy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8348611251901077221?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8348611251901077221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8348611251901077221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8348611251901077221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8348611251901077221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/fudge-sunday.html' title='Fudge Sunday'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-228169420025749647</id><published>2008-07-12T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:29:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SHgByfpBdkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pQdNovG7RRU/s1600-h/HANNAH_MONTANA_2_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SHgByfpBdkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pQdNovG7RRU/s320/HANNAH_MONTANA_2_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221925734934738498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm taking a break from all the Florante at Laura reading. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has a similar top of Hannah Montana? (Refer to the picture) Or, do you know where I could buy one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where to get boots. They're almost the same. But my cousin's is wedged. It doesn't matter, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leggings? Those are easy to find. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair? -dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SHgD56mtCNI/AAAAAAAAACc/t7LoX0Qtg30/s1600-h/35019531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SHgD56mtCNI/AAAAAAAAACc/t7LoX0Qtg30/s320/35019531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221928061455108306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine me in a outfit like that? Ha ha. Crikey. I wonder where I could get the skirt ..and the high socks ..and the 2 layers of tops ..and the curled hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bad, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-228169420025749647?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/228169420025749647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=228169420025749647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/228169420025749647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/228169420025749647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-taking-break-from-all-florante-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqeXXevqY_8/SHgByfpBdkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pQdNovG7RRU/s72-c/HANNAH_MONTANA_2_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-1428686509484120797</id><published>2008-07-11T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:28:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how things change so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;_______   = EVOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get that right, did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of people. Edward, Alice, Rosalie and JACOB (Yes`m, you're here!). Sometimes, I wonder if we'll still greet (or even notice) each other along the corridors over the year. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have one message for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm always here if you need me; or not. You can always talk to me if you like. You can ask some food from me during recess and lunch breaks. You can tell me anything you like, for an instance, that I've changed; for the better or for the worse. But I doubt if it'd transform for the better. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you see that we all live in different kinds of atmospheres now. It's depressing. Do you know what I mean? And I still can't get over the sectioning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to do over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read and answer Florante at Laura.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do my English Essay.&lt;br /&gt;3. Study for the English MQT.&lt;br /&gt;4. Study for the Filipino UT1.&lt;br /&gt;5. Study for Biology's next repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;6. Memorize lines for Filipino report.&lt;br /&gt;7. Borrow clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be Hannah Montana-slash-Miley Cyrus on Friday. IT SUCKS. Why? Because.. -dead air-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Hannah Montana? Because, I can't be Nicole Scherzinger. She shows a lot of skin, and I can't do that! Major violation, brad. I searched pictures of her and all I could see was her flat abs. Sorry, Nicole. I can't top that. Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-1428686509484120797?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1428686509484120797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=1428686509484120797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1428686509484120797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1428686509484120797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-funny-how-things-change-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7172528424965177060</id><published>2008-07-04T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:36:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/WnOHQjg/music/TQ-TV9Aq/jordin_sparks_one_step_at_a_time_remix_feat_beyond_belie/"&gt;One Step At A Time (Remix) (feat. Beyond Belief) - Jordin Sparks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way you get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The song I can best relate to.&lt;br /&gt;-The best song I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;-I can best relate to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUTT? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a nice copy of the original One Step at a Time in Imeem. Oh well, the remix is cool anyway. :D There's just a part in the intro that I don't find pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new glasses, with thicker lenses, believe it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7172528424965177060?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7172528424965177060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7172528424965177060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7172528424965177060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7172528424965177060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-1123644921597057942</id><published>2008-06-29T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:51:15.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;..And the feel to become one of them rolls back again. From my fingertips, to my toes, tingling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What does one take to become -.-----? The attitude, the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't have those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most especially the LOOK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-1123644921597057942?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1123644921597057942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=1123644921597057942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1123644921597057942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1123644921597057942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/look.html' title='THE Look'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8085785900489825377</id><published>2008-06-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:30:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a psychological problem.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8085785900489825377?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8085785900489825377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8085785900489825377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8085785900489825377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8085785900489825377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-1583335757615458009</id><published>2008-06-20T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:59:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, World!</title><content type='html'>Oh, sweet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; as an opportunity to do desultory stuff with the computer (not school related thingamajigs). -evil laugh- And, I can go to multiply again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have adjusted in school, SOMEHOW. There are just certain subjects that I feel gloomy about. I'm slipping away. She's slipping away. The things I expect always come true. I know, it's inevitable. But, why? We don't talk to each other anymore. Yes, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared about the I.P. I need a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STABLE&lt;/span&gt; topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gaining weight everyday! UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-1583335757615458009?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1583335757615458009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=1583335757615458009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1583335757615458009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/1583335757615458009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-world.html' title='Hello, World!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-5564036956716947403</id><published>2008-06-11T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:28:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex is the Prodigal Son</title><content type='html'>Everyone's blabbing about their first day, and so shall I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading Things Fall Apart. And, I'm starting GAPO already. Then I'm on with Florante at Laura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen made me happy on the first day! I love you, co! Thanks for the gift. I love it so much that it would exist until it's expiring date. (Ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How things turned out to be.. it just makes me scared. I never thought it would happen this way. Aye, the world revolves too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been defied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-schmool. I don't belong in my section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm going back to the old me. The gradeschool-me. I'm not used to keeping my mouth shut. I don't want to be just a "sitter" in class. I want to be involved. But, it's too late now. Everything's done and we can't turn back time. I wouldn't win anyway. That's because I don't have a good reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand everything. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-5564036956716947403?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5564036956716947403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=5564036956716947403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5564036956716947403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5564036956716947403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/alex-is-prodigal-son.html' title='Alex is the Prodigal Son'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-5468330291877339056</id><published>2008-06-07T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:46:37.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gayest Post Evar! - LJ</title><content type='html'>Hello, Live Journal people! :-h Moving to another blog host is fun! :'D&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extraordinarily jocund today, so forgive me if I use smilies! xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The e-mail from the LJ admin/crew was funny! :-J =)) It said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Click this link to confirm your account and prove that you are not a robot&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A robot! =))))) =)))))) :)))) :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually think that I'm THAT shallow? Think again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`CAUSE YOU'RE SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT WRONG! =))))))) :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI CZARI! :-h -virtual hug- Czari's the reason why I feel so happy! xD =)) She told me about her weekend --which was totally out of this world!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! oh! OOOH! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?!?! YOU KNOW WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating/drinking buko pandan and milo at the same time! =))))))))) @-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..May my tummy rest in peace! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY, I got locked inside our bathroom! =)))) YES, MA`AM, I WAS INSIDE IT! :)) The doorknob got possessed by some locking-demon! =)))))))) I just closed it because I needed to put on my clothes, and the next thing I knew, I couldn't get out of the bathroom anymore! =)) The "dog hole" was a saver, man! :)) It was a struggle going through it, though! :)) =)) And my cousin was there too. She just kept laughing at me! :)) She said I looked hilarious! :)) :| Well, well.. I always look funny so what the hell! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something &lt;strike&gt;funny&lt;/strike&gt; corny! We (Toni -my sister-, Niella -my cousin- and I) watched videos of Ashley Tisdale, Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron on YouTube (Youchoob? Ha ha!) before going to bed. It all started with Toni, wanting to see the kissing scene of Drake &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Vanessa at Drake and Bell -show-, since she hasn't seen that yet. Do you know the bloopers of that part? Vanessa kind of messed the dialogue (stuttered? It's like her line ran through her tongue so rapid), and Drake said, "I do that to girls, sorry" =))))))) LMAO! WATCH IT ON YOUTUUUUBE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE BLOOPER: http://youtube.com/watch?v=ni8jC6wpcUo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid="1"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ni8jC6wpcUo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ni8jC6wpcUo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="200" width="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINAL DRAKE AND JOSH SCENE: http://youtube.com/watch?v=3dEOUoGbMYw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid="2"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dEOUoGbMYw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dEOUoGbMYw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="200" width="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that clip, we proceeded and we saw "Zanessa" And then there was another thing with Zac &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ashley. We talked about if for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Toni: Which do you like best? "Zanessa" or Zashley?&lt;br /&gt;Alex (me): I think.. ZANESSA.&lt;br /&gt;Niella: I'm in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: -pauses and thinks-&lt;br /&gt;Toni: I like Zac and Ashley better.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: That's because you're a fan of Ashley Tisdale!&lt;br /&gt;Niella: -keeps quiet-&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Oh.. wait. I think ZALEX would pull it off!&lt;br /&gt;Toni &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Niella: -stares at me, with disgusted faces-&lt;br /&gt;Toni: I think I'm gonna puke!&lt;br /&gt;Niella: I need to go to the bathroom!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin and I slept at 2am! =)) :| &lt;-- So not funny! I think I'm insomniac. @-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY started irritating. Carlo woke me up because he called me on my cellphone, 8:30AM! :| :)) I answered him with a croaky voice. :)) I couldn't care less. He insisted to wake me up. :)) TALK ABOUT DARK EYE BAGS, MAN! :| |: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep early tonight! ..I wish! :)) :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`M HAVING A HARD TIME GOING TO BED. Any tips, mate? :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-5468330291877339056?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5468330291877339056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=5468330291877339056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5468330291877339056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5468330291877339056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/gayest-post-evar-lj.html' title='The Gayest Post Evar! - LJ'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3757457843293685439</id><published>2008-06-01T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:43:26.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boohoo</title><content type='html'>I'm hating my blog! Yes, I am. This is what it feels like when your blog is for private readers only, huh? I'm planning on opening it for the public again. I'm not used to an environment like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should delete the C thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3757457843293685439?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3757457843293685439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3757457843293685439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3757457843293685439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3757457843293685439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/boohoo.html' title='Boohoo'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-9213988336594668311</id><published>2008-05-29T15:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:06:53.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDDING!</title><content type='html'>My left hand has pink colored boxes, with white dots in them.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I can see traces of black and red paint remains, making my fingers seem bordered acrimoniously. Aye, condemn me for being too feminine. I'm just making the most out of my summer's remaining days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Shakespeare. Thy scripture makes thy coconut deflate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh! This is not good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read Shakespeare's books. I say, they are a bad influence. Yes, indeed. Rescue me, STEPHANIE MEYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEFGHIJ&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZABCDEFGH&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;JKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ&lt;br /&gt;ABC&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;EFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZABC&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;EFGH&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;JKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEFGHIJKLM&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;OPQRSTUVWXYZABCDEF&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;HIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-9213988336594668311?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9213988336594668311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=9213988336594668311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/9213988336594668311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/9213988336594668311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-goes-out-to-you-stephanie-meyer.html' title='KIDDING!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4996307300879580457</id><published>2008-05-29T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:29:48.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My English Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Might as well put it here for safe keeping. I'm effacing old files that aren't needed anymore. This was my English speech. Edward was able to read this before, during our first year school days. The good all times (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TOPIC: Transformation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you still remember this? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;REYES, Alexandra May M.&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Yr. 1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Unleash the Superhero in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Have you ever wished to be a superhero? Like Superman, perhaps; a typical office guy who transforms into a hot savior. Heroes like them save lives and mostly affect the person’s way of living. Who wouldn’t when you were almost killed and then this hero popped in the picture? A wake up call isn’t it? Telling you to change your bad habits and live your life to the fullest, in the correct and just way. Speaking of transformation, what comes into your mind when you hear that word? According to the dictionary, it is the state of change. Maybe appearance, character or structure. We all know that changing is not an easy process nor does it happen in a short time. It requires buckets of sacrifice, patience and determination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    A superhero never gives up on anything. He does every possible way to solve the problem present before him. But do you think it was easy for him at the beginning? No. He needed to be trained, get the hang of his powers and he also needed some time. For a superhero to transform other lives, he should be able to change his own first. Just like us people, transformation takes a moment. I remember having this friend who migrated in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I often talked to her before. I stopped because, to me, she’s a bad influence. Honestly, I learned to drink because of her. She also taught me to say bad words and all that. At first, I thought that it was cool but after some time, I realized that it really wasn’t. Those things are even beyond the Bible’s rules. At present, I’m currently under “treatment” because there are still remnants of those nasty words. I also asked for company from a friend, that we’ll both not say bad languages. I’m glad that he was willing. And I believe that we’re both helping each other in transforming ourselves into&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;potential superheroes. Superheroes who would be able to change people’s lives for the better. Sometimes we won’t even notice it. It just happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    You, are you ready to be the next superhero? –No, are you ready to be your own superhero? Start within you, spread the word. Save and transform lives. Don’t wait for life and death situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inspire others, be a good example. You just have to put your mind and heart to it. Unleash the superhero in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4996307300879580457?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4996307300879580457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4996307300879580457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4996307300879580457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4996307300879580457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-english-speech.html' title='My English Speech'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-2286399209845146111</id><published>2008-05-28T19:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:26:50.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me, Is This Good?</title><content type='html'>I might have an ellipsis with this thing I'm about to tell you. Writing is not good for people who freak out easily (Yes, my dear, I hit myself). Clearly, I won't be shocked if you comment and tell me that you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there's this thing between Mikah and I. We often end up with the same things without even one of us knowing it. I mean, we never talked about it; we never mentioned anything prior to it, to each other. There was no copying involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List of Common-sense. (Do you get this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having white backgrounds or a clean look in our blogs.&lt;br /&gt;2. The almost chosen layouts from blogskins. (I don't expect you to really comprehend this)&lt;br /&gt;3. The HALOSCAN!&lt;br /&gt;4. The same haloscan theme/layout/style -whatever you call it- when there are 30 plus designs to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else was unsaid, Edward? (Ha ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw her message in my tag board, I didn't know how --or what-- to react. It happened loads of times, where, I found it funny and simply, nincompoop. You tell me, that I'm over reacting but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find it funny. I find it (rather) terrifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-2286399209845146111?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2286399209845146111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=2286399209845146111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2286399209845146111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/2286399209845146111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/tell-me-is-this-good.html' title='Tell Me, Is This Good?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4305730421878063940</id><published>2008-05-28T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:58:29.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Hard</title><content type='html'>Let me ask you a question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIVE FOR?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4305730421878063940?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4305730421878063940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4305730421878063940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4305730421878063940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4305730421878063940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/think-hard.html' title='Think Hard'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7652876879120225329</id><published>2008-05-27T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:47:20.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Post</title><content type='html'>Things to be happy about: (This is quite odd since I don't really post gay stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: My sister went away and slept over at our cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;TWO: Not to brag, but.. &lt;a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f167/lexzandra_reyes/dA.jpg"&gt;:'D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE: I just finished reading Wicked today.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR: I only have one page left to answer in our SRP.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE: I have some of my second year books already.&lt;br /&gt;SIX: There are only 13 days left before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN: I'm going to buy more books (since I'm done with Wicked).&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT: I deleted him from my Y!M list! -evil laugh-&lt;br /&gt;NINE: I have a new post.&lt;br /&gt;TEN: I feel like sleeping already (Yes, this is bliss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to bed now for it is almost 10pm. Good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7652876879120225329?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7652876879120225329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7652876879120225329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7652876879120225329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7652876879120225329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-post.html' title='The Happy Post'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7738352449254807249</id><published>2008-05-23T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:47:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Get Me?</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's better not to have a brain at all. Things get worse when you think of them too much. And when you over think, the situation's, all the more, messed up and chaotic. Do you get me?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people forget? Why are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JERK&lt;/span&gt;? SHAME ON YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All boys do is, enter your life, and mess it up. It's always like that.  They won't even care how much they hurt you. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEY'RE ANNOYING PESTS AND HEART BREAKERS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEP's done. I'm so glad it's over. No one can hurt me now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NO ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7738352449254807249?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7738352449254807249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7738352449254807249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7738352449254807249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7738352449254807249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-get-me.html' title='Do You Get Me?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-8759665412492478079</id><published>2008-05-19T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:03:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot!</title><content type='html'>*                 OMG. My friend got into a car accident. Shoot! I'm freakin' worried about her. If only I could fly to America right now, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                Today is someone's birthday. Hey YOU! Happy Birthday! I haven't talked to this person for WEEKS (Weeks, man. That's long!). I'm still finding a perfect present for you. Forgive me, I haven't gone to malls lately. I was planning to give you something, like a GIF file. But.. I don't have photoshop anymore! Dad's CS3 expired too. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                I thought about closing this blog of mine down. I just don't know if I would really do that (Ha ha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*               I'd like to thank CZARI for give me a lot of comments. Thank you so much! She's always the first one to say something every time I update. ILY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-8759665412492478079?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8759665412492478079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=8759665412492478079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8759665412492478079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/8759665412492478079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoot.html' title='Shoot!'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3633912695595597856</id><published>2008-05-18T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:41:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Ends With ME.</title><content type='html'>The past 2 days have been hard for me. YOU got me crying all night. I don't know what to do.  I think I'm depressed. Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything end with ME? I mean, I always CRASH a relationship. What's up with ME? Why am I like this?  I'm going back to the OLD me. The way I was last year. Maybe because I made YOU come back again. I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with you. Sometimes, I think of the situations like, "what if we didn't get back together" The feeling of not being with you is depressing and irritating at the same time. Happiness is somewhat there, but dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDWARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3633912695595597856?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3633912695595597856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3633912695595597856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3633912695595597856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3633912695595597856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/everything-ends-with-me.html' title='Everything Ends With ME.'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7860598572163472166</id><published>2008-05-17T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:50:59.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong Live In Manila</title><content type='html'>WHO'S GOING TO THE HILLSONG CONCERT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WHO HAS AN EXTRA TICKET, AND CAN SELL IT TO ME WITH DISCOUNT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WHO IS WILLING TO GIVE ME A FREE TICKET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert tickets are surprisingly, low. (&lt;a href="http://ticketnet.com.ph/2006/detail.php?eid=778&amp;amp;res=Y"&gt;How much?&lt;/a&gt;) The band is really living what God wants  them to do. It's obvious that they're not that UP for money, unlike other bands, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and the show will be on May 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WANT. TO. GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7860598572163472166?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7860598572163472166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7860598572163472166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7860598572163472166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7860598572163472166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/hillsong-live-in-manila.html' title='Hillsong Live In Manila'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4402698702744539841</id><published>2008-05-14T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:14:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Evil Laugh-</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I attended SEP class again. Biology was fun because it was our class' turn for lab experiments.  Can you believe it? We extracted DNA from an onion! -evil laugh- I took a picture of it. The DNA particles were not clear, though. Oh yes, I also have pictures of plant and animal cells under a microscope from last week's experiment. I'll post the pictures sometime in multiply or, just here, when SEP ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE was annoying yesterday at break time! He inspected my bag, my notebook and my pouch. Duuuude! I mean, what's the catch? (Ha ha) I had to exert 80% of my strength to grab my notebook, but still he had it. (God, it was embarassing!) And then, we had to play tag-o-war with my SEP ID! (Ugh) I got a bit irritated that time. And no, he didn't get to see my Grade-6-face. -evil laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days are about to start. As odd as it may seem, I just want to say that I'M HAPPY about school. I miss it. I miss my volleyball team mates, I miss my classmates. I want to see them, ASAP. Speaking of SCHOOL, I haven't read anything from the book list or even finished one. The books that I read were not written on it. -evil laugh- Let me show some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New Moon&lt;br /&gt;2. Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;3. Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's all I read. -Tsk, tsk- I wasn't that prolific this May. I read all three during April, eh. By the way, I'm still in the process of reading Wicked. I can't seem to finish it. My mind is set and states that the book is boring. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative rock bands got me hooked into them lately. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a pop up appear when you open my Cbox? Yesterday, I checked, and yes, it did have. And I'm not the only one who has it. Should I delete my Cbox first? BEWARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4402698702744539841?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4402698702744539841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4402698702744539841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4402698702744539841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4402698702744539841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/evil-laugh.html' title='-Evil Laugh-'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-197917179818389493</id><published>2008-05-13T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:13:42.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>It's nice to know that we've settled things into place. Good thing I was still able to sleep last night. I hope this feeling never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I have to be ready when the time comes. Nothing lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to think of that. I guess all we have to do is cherish the moment, while it's still in front of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-197917179818389493?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/197917179818389493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=197917179818389493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/197917179818389493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/197917179818389493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-5043976378886868767</id><published>2008-05-10T09:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:13:02.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration?</title><content type='html'>I just can't see why ALEX doesn't want to post something worth-reading for her viewers. Soon, it's going to be June 10 and, VIOLA! She's gone, running for school work. Alex always says she's not in the mood to "write". What does she want? Inspiration? (Is that even hard to find?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give her something to write about, so her old stupid-nonsense posts would go down, and officially, won't be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot! Alex is thinking about locking this online journal of hers. So, mainly, this site will be exclusive for BLOGGER users only (if that happens). She wants to track down the people who are viewing this page. If you don't have a blogger account, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing personal. She just wants to experiment. Bare with her. Please understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHANDRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who commented, "Negative a?! :))" I was so.. UGH, for not writing my name! AHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I hope Shandre would be able to read this!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ALEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-5043976378886868767?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5043976378886868767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=5043976378886868767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5043976378886868767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5043976378886868767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration?'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4076990679637822502</id><published>2008-05-08T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:17:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIEU</title><content type='html'>This or That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation or stay home? Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Nails painted or not? Nails painted.&lt;br /&gt;Short shorts or Bermudas? Bermudas.&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream sandwiches or ice pops? Ice Cream Sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;Flipflops or Crocs? Flipflops.&lt;br /&gt;Beach or Swimming pool? Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Noodle or Inner tube? None of the above.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or Cloudy? Cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;Read a book or Magazine? Read a book.&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon or Cantelope? Watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover or Campout? Sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;Six Flags or Disney? Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;Road trip or Plane ride? Plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;Bikini or One-piece? Combined.&lt;br /&gt;Aviators or Plastic sunglasses? Plastic Sunglasses. (Aviators are plastic as well, right?)&lt;br /&gt;Spray tan or Real tan? N/A! Dude, I'm all BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;Air conditioner or Fan? Fan.&lt;br /&gt;Summer flings or A Summer relationship? None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm staying home, doing nothing all summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that, I'm partying it up!&lt;br /&gt;Camp, camp, camp, all summer long.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when it rains in summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer is my favorite season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My birthday's in summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like going to the beach, swimming is the best way to cool off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only go to the beach to tan.&lt;br /&gt;Or to look at hot guys and hot lifeguards.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pool.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a pool, but I'm probably going to hog my friends/relatives pool.&lt;br /&gt;I read at least 10 books over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding? All I read is magazines!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EW SUMMER SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a summer job, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a summer job, but I'm too lazy to go find one.&lt;br /&gt;I spend half of my day on the computer in summer.&lt;br /&gt;I live for long walks on the beach with my significant other.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had that significant other!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm single and lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;Buying 7 Eleven icees is love.&lt;br /&gt;So are Starbucks frappucinos.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite place to get ice cream is Baskin Robbins.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to an amusement park this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Summer Questions&lt;br /&gt;1. On a scale of 1-10 how excited are you for summer oh-eight?&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school: 10&lt;br /&gt;First month of summer: 9&lt;br /&gt;Last month of summer: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you going on vacation? If so, where?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm stuck in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite summer sport?&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball - Beach volley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have summer work for school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you do have it, are you planning on doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We are forced to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Going to any concerts?&lt;br /&gt;I hope. You up for the HILLSONG CONCERT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is this your last summer before college?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you going to camp this summer?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bright colors for summer, or are you going to play it down and go neutral?&lt;br /&gt;Mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When do you have to go back to school?&lt;br /&gt;June 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology is very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ADIEU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4076990679637822502?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4076990679637822502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4076990679637822502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4076990679637822502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4076990679637822502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/adieu.html' title='ADIEU'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-980349913669843286</id><published>2008-05-01T07:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:20:44.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All New</title><content type='html'>I have to get used to this new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for the words. They're all sticked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. SO. CROWDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I told you, I like&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt; you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if I still do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(KILL ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find my diary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem elucidate my feelings for you. I just want to gulp everything I said. If only YOU knew. But then, I'm afraid of getting rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;S&gt;SHIGGANIGGAMIGGA&lt;/S&gt;, WHAT IS THIS?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-980349913669843286?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/980349913669843286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=980349913669843286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/980349913669843286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/980349913669843286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-no.html' title='All New'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-7183887058029744255</id><published>2008-04-30T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:46:22.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Will I commit a sin if I like YOU for a while?"</title><content type='html'>I never imagined that my summer would "roll" this way. I've had two misunderstandings with  two different friends, who are very dear and close to me. I've already closed one case (Praise the Lord!), so far. But, I feel that THAT is not sufficient. I mean, who would want an enemy? I want a clean slate. I want to erase everything I drew on it and start off with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told yourself that you won't make "people" enter your life, but you actually did? ..Life is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After experiencing being down in the dumps because of -DING!-, I told myself that I'm not up for love anymore. Being dragged by media, and this whole peer pressure hord is hard. But then, this fellow comes along.. and changes things. I asked myself, "Will I commit a sin if I like YOU for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not his looks that I'm after. It's his &lt;s&gt;heart&lt;/s&gt; personality. He helps me with almost everything. Boy trouble and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's hard to swallow the fact that you've already fallen for someone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY DIARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-7183887058029744255?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7183887058029744255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=7183887058029744255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7183887058029744255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/7183887058029744255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/04/will-i-commit-sin-if-i-like-you-for.html' title='&quot;Will I commit a sin if I like YOU for a while?&quot;'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-5134586546138699086</id><published>2008-04-29T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:26:28.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Blaming You (Nor Myself)</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, Yahoo!, I got blamed of parrying away from someone. Thanks to you, Yahoo!, now, someone's mad at me. Thanks to you, Yahoo!, we're having a misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU see, I'm not mad at you. I just gave you what you wanted to taste. Honestly, I got shocked when you suddenly asked the question if I'm mad at YOU. It was a very desultory question, actually. I told YOU that I wasn't, right? Yet you didn't believe me. Perhaps, you thought that I was keeping something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when we last talked online, was the day I got on the internet again (after how many weeks or just days). Ask Ish! She got victimized too.  Yahoo!'s Web messenger keeps me online, even though I am not. It's very irritating. And why am I using it, you may ask? Because dad uses the original Y!M and I'm not allowed to take him off the line due to business matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we don't have to apologize to each other. We just have to talk like we did before; the old ways. Now I'm feeling nostalgic, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the only space where I can tell YOU earnestly that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I AM NOT MAD AT YOU. Why would I evade from you? You didn't do anything bad anyway. Stop worrying. And, oh, I miss you. I miss talking to you. I want to see you, honestly. I want to see how you're really doing. Chatting with you is not enough --words are often inadequate, you say.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you could share me your secrets someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-5134586546138699086?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5134586546138699086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=5134586546138699086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5134586546138699086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/5134586546138699086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-blaming-you-nor-myself.html' title='I&apos;m Not Blaming You (Nor Myself)'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-4943222905686256630</id><published>2008-04-12T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:13:16.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphanies, questions</title><content type='html'>A) Why is it hard to let go of things? Why is it hard to accept that they're only temporary? --Friends, loved ones, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) I just realized that the only people who would be there for you all the time is your family. Mom, Dad, siblings, cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) The "LOVE" you're experiencing from someone is just fake. They say it'll last forever. Sheesh! Nothing lasts forever! Staple that on your forehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Why are there times when you feel like you're falling for someone, then in between, you realize that you really don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) Why do some people rush things? All of their reasons are irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) God has His own plan and His own time so all you have to do is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G) People only notice you when you have something special. Say, good looks and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) Humans learn slowly even if they have high IQ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) It's hard to believe a person when you've already heard the opinion of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J) When you prefer to be alone, does that make you emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K) When you have your bangs up to your chin, does that make you emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L) When you're such a pessimist, does that make you emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M) When you cut yourself with a blade.. that makes you emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N) When you're white, does that make you beautiful and adored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O) I'm black, so you should throw me away. -this is only for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P) People keep on condemning and criticizing others, that they don't know they're adding problems and burdens to the person they're gossiping about. They just keep on "yacking" there and don't even help him/her. Why don't they just do so they won't have someone to criticize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ALEX = A FORLORN LIFE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-4943222905686256630?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4943222905686256630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=4943222905686256630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4943222905686256630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/4943222905686256630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/04/epiphanies-questions.html' title='Epiphanies, questions'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25593994.post-3036664250590766952</id><published>2008-03-25T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:37:29.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I feel guilty for doing this just now. But at least I still remembered to. :) Okay, let me thank God for this successful school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let me pass the volleyball, Komu and cheering tryouts. God also made me join the Battle of the Bands--where we danced, and yes, it was a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when all these three extra curricular activities jolted in and crashed me, my time, my studies. EVERYTHING. I had volleyball practices during Monday, Wednesday and Thursday (I dropped it as soon as the Komu started their practices). Komusikasyon was preparing for the EcoSong Fest that time and for the Battle of the Bands, we had practice 3 times a week too, that is what I remember. I barely had weekends because Saturday was taken away by Komu and Dance practices. I thought I was going to die with all these. Fortunately, I didn't. And that's what I thank Him most for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing was, my grades weren't affected. In fact, they all went up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I almost forgot about the cheering.. part. Honestly, everyone in the high school body found it bad, I must say. I did too.  What caused such a bad performance? Lack of practices and too many dancers. But you know, people learn from their mistakes. That's why when the Battle of the Bands came, we redeemed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of the Bands - First, they said it was a tie between us, the freshmen, and the Juniors. And then later on, we landed second. It was okay with me. The Juniors deserved the floor anyway and their dance was so GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komusikasyon EcoSong Fest - The Komu worked really hard for this moment, like they do every year. And when I say "worked hard", it means blood and sweat. That is why they won the biggest trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my volleyball "career".. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I also thank God for my Twilight family, who have been there for me. Edward (Mikah), Czari (Alice), Colleen (Who are you? Haha!), Eliana (Rosalie), Luisa (Can you fill up this part for me?), Dez (Esme), Niqui (whoopsies) and last but not the least, Mia (Jacob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without these guys. And I also want to say that I miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more people that I thank for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISH - She's been always there for me. We're always together--Recess, Lunch and Varsity trainings. We exchange secrets and we, of course, keep them to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOTTIE - We always have laugh trips. I remember when we were at the playground with Colleen! And we were pushing that-thing-I-don't-know-what-it's-called so hard, that Colleen kept freakin' out every time we did it. (Hi Colleen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN - The person I blame for making me love POP TARTS! And I know (even though she doesn't tell me), she blames me for being food-less every time she gets hungry. Sorry, Colleen! I miss your bubbly attitude, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKAH - Edward! Ha ha. Mikah has always been there for me too. And I know my secrets are safe with her. Super smart dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIN - The guy I'm totally open to, even though we haven't met personally. I feel like he's already an old friend. Is.. that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERIKA - I'm sorry for fading away. Y`know, for not chatting with you suddenly. I must say I missed you too. I hope I could chat with you again, since it's summer and I'm not busy with school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CZARI - Aliiiiice! We often keep in touch now, I guess. Because we often chat. Ha ha. Czari. So cute and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERNADETTE - Sorry for not hanging out with you. I miss you so much, more than you could imagine. You'll always be my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This post is enough for now. I have to eat lunch. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25593994-3036664250590766952?l=drasticavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3036664250590766952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25593994&amp;postID=3036664250590766952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3036664250590766952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25593994/posts/default/3036664250590766952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Lexiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
