<?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-33692251</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:30:23.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LEE</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33692251.post-6714251268438571292</id><published>2008-05-07T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:06:10.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twit.</title><content type='html'>Here is an update. As requested by S. Whoever that is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sure am one indecisive twit. I made a new blog, to add to my already growing pile of uniform resource locators. Plus, I've started to fix a new layout, when this current one has just been up for a mere week. Indeed, a twit is what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hi, Alex! Update, why don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Can any of you give me a nice and interesting story of no less than 200 words? Not that I'm a teacher, though. There are no grammatical and formal restrictions or whatever. Just try to make it descriptive, complete, and, most importantly, interesting. Just save it on your computers first (where you may easily retrieve it) or place it in your blogs (not multiply, please.) If that is dandy with you. Thank you. :)&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/33692251-6714251268438571292?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6714251268438571292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=6714251268438571292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6714251268438571292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6714251268438571292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/twit.html' title='Twit.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-6250195567789320730</id><published>2008-05-01T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:55:36.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Induce Pain.</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://thedumbtruck.livejournal.com/"&gt;Shandre's&lt;/a&gt; livejournal. Well, I didn't actually ask for permission. So, my bad in advanced. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Pick your birth month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Italicize/Strike-out out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Bold/Underline the best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Strong-willed and highly motivated.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharp thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;(I think? What does that mean?) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily angered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. &lt;/s&gt;Deep feelings. (:no feelings) &lt;s&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally.&lt;/s&gt; Firm Standpoint (More like indecisive). &lt;s&gt;Needs no motivation. Easily consoled.&lt;/s&gt; Systematic (left brain) [No system]. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves to dream&lt;/span&gt;(when I can)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong clairvoyance&lt;/span&gt;(I think)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. &lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weak breathing :D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Dislike being at home (GET OUT, you).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Not having many children (I don't have children?). Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct: 9&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect: about 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. BUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;TRY PRESSING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CTRL and + &lt;/span&gt;to see the text more clearly. To bring back to normal size, press CTRL and -. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 187, 187);font-family:tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 170, 170);font-family:tahoma;" &gt;First, identify yourself as right- or left- brain person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 187, 187);font-family:tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 170, 170);font-family:tahoma;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Hold your hands together, as if you were praying.&lt;br /&gt;Look at your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left thumb below the right thumb: left brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right thumb below the left thumb: right brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Fold your arms in front of you as if you are angry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right arm above left arm: left brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left arm above right arm: right brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 187, 187);font-family:tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 170, 170);font-family:tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on 1 and 2 (order important), below is the interpretation of your personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right-Left:&lt;/b&gt; Considerate, traditional, indirect type. Can instinctively read other's emotion and respond friendly by natures. Although not very into taking initiatives in moving forward, this person will always take a step back in supporting others. Stable personality and considerate, gives others a 'being protected' feeling. But their weakness is they cannot say no. Regardless how unwilling they are, they will still take care of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right-Right:&lt;/b&gt; Straightforward. Once decided on something, they will take action right away. Very curious and love challenges. Dare to face dangers without thinking through (sometimes foolishly). Their weakness is they don't listen to others. They will filter in only what they want to hear in a conversation and very subjective. However, because of their straightforward attitude, they tend to be fairly popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left-Left:&lt;/b&gt; Dedicated, cold, perfectionist. Very logical in all aspects. The only way to defeat (or win over) him/her is through reasons. Has a lot of pride and feels strongly about doing the right thing. If they are your friends, they are very trustworthy. However, if they are your opponents, they will be very tough to deal with. Because they can be very "anal" as a perfectionist, they usually leave a bad impression of being hard to deal with when first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left-Right:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Likes to take care of others, the leader type. Has a cool and keen observation ability to see through situations, yet still can be considerate in others needs. Because of their cool, calm nature and strong sense of responsibility, they tend to become head of a group. Popular among people. However, they may not be able to help themselves in meddling because they want to take care of others too much. Very concerned about how others view them, and always on alert.&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/33692251-6250195567789320730?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6250195567789320730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=6250195567789320730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6250195567789320730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6250195567789320730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-induce-pain.html' title='May Induce Pain.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-3137811178796273690</id><published>2008-05-01T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:04:33.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eats, Shoots &amp; Leaves</title><content type='html'>Featuring another book, this one made by a Lynne Truss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! It's not boring. It's pretty funny especially with all the examples and instances where punctuation is abused and ignored. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that might interest you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the cover at the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A panda walks into a cafe. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a panda," he says at the door. "Look it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panda.&lt;/span&gt; Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hilarious, isn't it? Here's another one.. :D (They have the same words, but totally different meanings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jack,&lt;br /&gt;I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we're apart. I can be forever happy - will you let me be yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jack&lt;br /&gt;I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men I yearn! For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we're apart I can be forever happy. Will you let me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-3137811178796273690?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3137811178796273690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=3137811178796273690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3137811178796273690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3137811178796273690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/eats-shoots-leaves.html' title='Eats, Shoots &amp; Leaves'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-3232354837613515374</id><published>2008-04-30T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:05:08.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thief.</title><content type='html'>"The Book Thief (Markus Zusak) is possibly endearing for the reason that it comes from the point of view of Death itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even finished the said book yet and I'm already adding it to my roll of favorites. It's just so clever and hilarious and mind-boggling that I'm going to recommend it to everyone. Haha. I'm not going to lend the book though. That is grotesque because I don't just lend it to anyone especially when they go home and can possibly do havoc on my priced possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One odd thing about me is that whenever I become close to someone, my actions become weird. I tend to move away or make them angry just to see if they can hang on after. I don't know. Just the thought of being with someone (even as friends) for a long period of time makes my blood churl.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Does that make me inhumane? &lt;/span&gt;Unfeeling? Eerie? Don't think that I can't do it. I've used this "power" of mine (where I can actually make people hate or dislike me) on loads of people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I bet my soul that you're all going to----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all this to end. Because of Luisa, there is a constant thought in my head that I'm not going to survive any longer. Don't think I'm losing my mind. That happened a long time ago. I just really think that Death will visit me sooner than all of you youngsters. (Is this too creepy?)&lt;br /&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/33692251-3232354837613515374?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3232354837613515374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=3232354837613515374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3232354837613515374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3232354837613515374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/thief.html' title='Thief.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8776055286173680348</id><published>2008-04-27T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:41:24.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaciousness.</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when people are angry at me even if they don't say it out loud. Or type it. Or whatever. You just know because the aura changes and, there are waves of hatred coming at you all of a sudden. And you can tell by the way that person talks to you or looks at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are angry at me, I rarely go to them and ask for their forgiveness. I do that at the end. I give them space first. Sometimes, it's a really large space. That you know.. It's so spacious and stuff. Haha. What? So, yes. (What I mean is that it's so hard to cover said space back again.. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or I post things like these here. Where that person doesn't see it because she doesn't even go to this spot anyway. But, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still with me, pal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, by reading the groups of text above (look), someone IS angry at me and, I think, does not even think I exist anymore. :D Shrugged me out of her life. I can tell, you know. It's not a happy feeling. But, I shall give you space, hoping things will turn out better. Because I wouldn't want our relationship to fall apart, you know. Especially when it's mostly my fault. You see, I am not really angry at you. You just misjudged what I said and took things too far, I think. But, now I'm babbling and you are possibly angry because of what I've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really both our fault. But I'm not telling you that. Because you shall get even angrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---This does not make sense.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once you've had time to ponder about this predicament of ours, I would like to be friends again. :D If that's fine. Because I would find it fine if it were to finely be fine again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8776055286173680348?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8776055286173680348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8776055286173680348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8776055286173680348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8776055286173680348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/spaciousness.html' title='Spaciousness.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5279215938588562833</id><published>2008-04-22T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:11:56.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blimey.</title><content type='html'>It's odd when you have something or someone that makes you look forward to otherwise normal days. He/she/it fills your thoughts and you smile whenever you think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it. STOOOOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat is going to my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5279215938588562833?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5279215938588562833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5279215938588562833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5279215938588562833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5279215938588562833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/blimey.html' title='Blimey.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5564863096180874067</id><published>2008-04-21T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:17:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Hisaishi - Always With Me</title><content type='html'>If you listen to it and don't like it, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know, though, that this is only a piano piece so if you don't want to listen, close the window, now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rIimzsqN9W/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rIimzsqN9W/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&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/33692251-5564863096180874067?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5564863096180874067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5564863096180874067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5564863096180874067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5564863096180874067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/joe-hisaishi-always-with-me.html' title='Joe Hisaishi - Always With Me'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8549221945161697208</id><published>2008-04-13T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:25:29.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Odd.</title><content type='html'>There was a lot of text already typed out here but I decided to erase it due to the fact that all the clues for the new blog were completely trivial and not thought provoking at all. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, the following body parts of Sikah are aching: right upper arm, back, pelvis; legs; shoulders. This occurred because this git does not keep physically fit. :)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you teenagers. Whenever you see someone with a blank face, with eyes that seem to sweep every intricate detail of everything, someone with a slightly haughty swagger who doesn't really talk that much, what do you think? Of this person? What do you make of it? Why do you think I'm asking all these questions?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like pictures. Sometimes (nay, most of the time) they lie. They can make someone look like they're different a person. They don't contain the feelings of the models. Especially when you don't like your pictures when presented to you, it makes you feel worse because it's already IMPRINTED in one's mind whether you like it or not. If it IS burned to a pulp or whichever, it can still be described in detail by the one who saw it before it was ... killed. Haha. And, really, who would want that? What if you didn't want to be remembered at all? What if you just wanted to pass through life without anyone knowing how you looked or how you carried yourself or that you existed at all? What then? Yes, I don't like pictures.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions make me happy. It's not that I answer them. It's just that I want to know what's on people's minds. And stuff. Who knows? If you ask me stuff, this blog can be more interesting for you. So, ask away! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8549221945161697208?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8549221945161697208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8549221945161697208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8549221945161697208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8549221945161697208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/everythings-odd.html' title='Everything&apos;s Odd.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8435232715072574006</id><published>2008-04-09T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:48:29.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is back. Unfortunately.</title><content type='html'>Well, hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. How is your summer? Tell me in the cbox. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new blog. I'm just trying to find a way for you people to find it through a game or puzzle or hunt. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the URL of my blog is very long. More than 15 letters, I think? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog shall be deleted when all you geniuses find out the new one, which I'm hoping you will like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Yes. Goodbye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELLA! :) Give her a greeting at her &lt;a href="http://drasticavenue.blogspot.com/"&gt; BLOG&lt;/a&gt;. :D&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/33692251-8435232715072574006?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8435232715072574006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8435232715072574006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8435232715072574006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8435232715072574006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-back-unfortunately.html' title='This is back. Unfortunately.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-9053783535437902451</id><published>2008-03-26T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:06:30.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this. (Even this.) Or this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want to have kids someday. (adopted. x))&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school. (not during classes, though.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years (I think?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped out an "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing. (AHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten stitches/staples&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed. (THIS SUMMER!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I had a serious surgery. (Does one on the eye, count? HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane. (Terrible.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas. (New Years. :D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator. (Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played spin the bottle. (Yes. It's a lot of fun.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. (I wish. I want to, but I don't want my resources growing scarce, now would I?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been Skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play. (Not the actor, though. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've met someone in person from myspace.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten sushi. *?*&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been the dumped more than the dumper. (Neither.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;[lksjklfjalkdjf] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a cuddler. (No way, Jose.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a fist fight. x) That's cool. Hahah. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've smoked weed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten shrooms.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've popped E.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hurt myself on purpose. (Um, when I encounter injections, I pinch myself as to take away some pain from the needle. Hahaha. Does that really help?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've woken up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of dying. &lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've planned my own suicide. (No comment. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well. (UH. :D )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm a snob about grammar. (What does that mean?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love being neat.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red or blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've worn pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am really ticklish. xDD&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails. (Sad to say.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All of those are answered honestly (Ahehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-9053783535437902451?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9053783535437902451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=9053783535437902451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/9053783535437902451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/9053783535437902451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-read-this-even-this-or-this.html' title='Don&apos;t read this. (Even this.) Or this!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1957734567731861195</id><published>2008-03-26T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:31:07.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indubitably bored.</title><content type='html'>[ From Pau's deviantart journal. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Post the first sentence from the first 30 songs that play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the titles of these songs without searching through Google or anything. Reply with the song title and number, and I'll cross them out as they get guessed.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is the one already answered. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;1. Honey why are you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now. - Aly. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;3. Waiter, pa-order naman ako ng porkchop. x)--- Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's a new day but it all feels old / it's a good life, that's what I'm told. But I could never live the way they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Him and her / Life is turned / The day I knew you would leave / I can barely breath / Can you hear me scream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You were the only face I'd ever known / I was the light from the lamp on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;7. Hope dangles on a string / Like slow-spinning redemption. - Aly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She's got tattoos and piercings / She like Minor Threat, she likes Social Distortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9. They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies and the books to make a citizen out of you. - Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We should get jerseys cause we make a good team / But yours would look better than mine 'cause you're out of my league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;11. I need you boo / I gotta see you boo (Obviously..) - Aly. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12. Kung ang iyong problema / ay ang iyong mukha / wag nang mag-alala / pagkat nandito na.. - Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. These colors will not change / You change the way I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My tears run down like razor blades and no, I'm not the one to blame -- it's you. Or is it me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;15. It took one look / And forever laid out in front of me / One smile then I die / Only to be revived by you. - Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nag-inuman tayo / Masaya ka, masaya rin ako (Goodluck with that. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Yozora wo miage hitori houkiboshi wo mita no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;18. Somehow everything's gonna fall right into place / If we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday- Aly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you still remember back when days were longer / Dreams were bigger then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I am unwritten / Carry my mind / I'm undefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. So long sweet summer / I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your airs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Oh no, I just keep on falling / And where's hope when misery comes crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time / I feel alive / And the world is turning inside-out yeah. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. This boy wants to play / There's no time left today / It's a shame 'cause he has to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Hey, you, I know I'm in the wrong / Time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. So you're standing on a ledge, you looks like you might fall / So far down but maybe you were thinking about jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. With every appearance by you blinding my eyes/ I can hardly remember / the last time I felt like you do you're an angel disguised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;28. Paper bags and plastic hearts/ All our belongings in shopping carts. - Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;29. Bakit ba kailangang magbihis? / Sayang din naman ang porma. - Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;30. (I skipped the first part) Stacy can I come over after school / We can hang around at the pool / Did your mom get back from the business trip / Is she there or is she trying to give me the slip? - Niqui&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/33692251-1957734567731861195?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1957734567731861195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1957734567731861195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1957734567731861195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1957734567731861195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/indubitably-bored.html' title='Indubitably bored.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-262586438019142924</id><published>2008-03-22T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:28:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there.</title><content type='html'>I spent March 21 and 22 watching La Corda D'Oro and finishing it. It was okay. I liked all the classical songs. :) Hahaha. Keiichi Shimizu, or whatever his name is, was funny. His lines always dragged on. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I haven't been productive except for the first day of summer vacation when I cleaned my room and my files and stuff. These days, I just listen to music, watch TV and DVDs and I don't read. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone of you suggest any classical songs? I'm trying to have a larger and more varied collection of it and it'll help me if you can tell me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is all for now. Enjoy the summer because it only happens once a year. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-262586438019142924?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/262586438019142924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=262586438019142924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/262586438019142924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/262586438019142924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-there.html' title='Hello there.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1326179009770702556</id><published>2008-03-18T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:40:34.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly the last..</title><content type='html'>I will transfer to a new URL! :) I don't know what it will be, though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! The tests are finally over! It's summer time. :D It's odd that I like to cram a lot but now, on the first afternoon of summer, I'm already thinking of doing the Summer Reading Program thing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now I am chatting with Colleen and Mia and Mia and I are exchanging music stuff. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a survey thing! I tag.. Czaren, Colleen, Mia, Alex, &lt;s&gt;Ish&lt;/s&gt; Sandra. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mwahaha. I don't like that survey. :D So, I took it away. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--anyway--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. Expect more today. I will value these last few hours of freedom! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-1326179009770702556?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1326179009770702556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1326179009770702556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1326179009770702556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1326179009770702556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/possibly-last.html' title='Possibly the last..'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-3085130090994352176</id><published>2008-03-12T18:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:51:04.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Juno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030762521610354865 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your part time lover and a full time friend,&lt;br /&gt;The monkey on the back is the latest trend,&lt;br /&gt;Don't see what anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a church and here is a steeple,&lt;br /&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people,&lt;br /&gt;Don't see what anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have shiny happy fits of rage,&lt;br /&gt;I want more fans, you want more stage,&lt;br /&gt;Don't see what anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always tryin to keep it real,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in love with how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train,&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you all starry eyed,&lt;br /&gt;My body swings from side to side,&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;The trees forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;So why can't,&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And.. Ellen Page. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R9e0LVfz2tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7VXMQRUVmr4/s1600-h/Juno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R9e0LVfz2tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7VXMQRUVmr4/s200/Juno1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176804403527801554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R9e0Llfz2uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/irzKv5EE_qI/s1600-h/Juno2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R9e0Llfz2uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/irzKv5EE_qI/s200/Juno2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176804407822768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R9e0Llfz2vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9PqBR2FLIE/s1600-h/Juno3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R9e0Llfz2vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9PqBR2FLIE/s200/Juno3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176804407822768882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/33692251-3085130090994352176?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3085130090994352176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=3085130090994352176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3085130090994352176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3085130090994352176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-juno.html' title='I love Juno.'/><author><name>LEE</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/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R9e0LVfz2tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7VXMQRUVmr4/s72-c/Juno1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33692251.post-8967172744878640064</id><published>2008-03-05T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:26:31.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it Nice?</title><content type='html'>[I did not look this over. Excuse me and my friends, the Typos.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it better to not attach yourself to others? Because, if either of you.. oh, I don't know.. dies, what will happen then? All the times you've spent together will be for nothing because your anguish and grief will surface. This will possibly leave you lonely and depressed most of your life unless you get over it and accept that what's done is done. It's better to just remain vapid and closed because if you were to die, I'm sure you wouldn't want others to despair over the death of a dear friend. Do you understand my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. So sorry I'm talking about death, but that's the only thing I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love letters? They're a bit rare to go by. I don't think boys are even sensitive and smart and creative and brave enough to share their feelings for a girl. They just go ahead and court someone although they don't know anything about the girl, but that she's beautiful. Yes, I've heard a lot of people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange that there's change everywhere. Be it in the weather, a relationship with a "friend", the topic of a sentence, one's mood, one's character, and internal stuff. I can't even catch up with all of them because they're too quick and don't last that long. Sometimes, a change is so drastic that you just want to hit someone because of a certain decision he/she's made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Internet is addictive. It should die. I guess I could live primitively if I was born into a generation like that. Where-in there were no computers and internet and cellphones. Wouldn't that be nice? You could be closer to your friends and relatives because there's nothing distracting you. Some relationships can never even be born because you can't meet that someone on the other side of the world. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't even know why I'm writing all this nonsensical absurdity when I could study for the Filipino quiz which I think is an opinion essay anyway. But, I guess, for the fun of it, I will quietly do what's told of me so that there's no hard feelings and cramming and shouting and yeah. Am I babbling or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I just HAVE to write this down. Because I like cramming. I'll stop procrastinating... later. Ah, it's almost summer. My favorite part of the year. I don't have to go outside. Bwahaa. Apart from, I guess, a vacation and gathering here and there, all I have to do is stay at home to read, watch TV, listen to music, text, write and sleep as long as I want to. Ah, isn't that the life? It just sucks that we have to write a report. I wish it could just be to read a book or two for the school year. But write a report?? During summer? That's just wack-o. Summer should be for rest, Sister. Rest from all the stress that we students and teachers and parents, alike!, have gone through. It should be illegal to assign a project. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. So, there. Hi, I'm Mikah. I like Juno. I like Ellen Page. I don't like it when I laugh. I don't like it when I talk too much. Do I like YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---MIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wow, that sure was egotistical of me. Sorry. A lotta complaints too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8967172744878640064?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8967172744878640064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8967172744878640064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8967172744878640064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8967172744878640064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/isnt-it-nice.html' title='Isn&apos;t it Nice?'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5863998525010712652</id><published>2008-03-01T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:11:52.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.</title><content type='html'>Life is very much like Pride and Prejudice. People judge because they think you said or did something wrong when in fact it wasn't at all. One must see the real reason behind situations because if not, relationships may be destroyed. That's why questions are asked; so that more may be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not saying I'm like Mr. Darcy - far from him, actually - but it just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt; that things are said when the things aren't completely known and the talkers don't know what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5863998525010712652?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5863998525010712652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5863998525010712652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5863998525010712652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5863998525010712652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah.html' title='Yeah.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1613057425244155160</id><published>2008-02-28T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:12:34.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I was looking forward to writing an "angry" blog entry about things. Yes, things. But now, that I have realized it wouldn't be too good if I just babbled on about possibly serious and hurtful opinions, Mikah shall stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And proceed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Niqui's entry at her multiply, I think that people who are girly are people who basically really look like girls. I mean, yes, girls do look like girls. But sometimes, they look more girly than girls. Do you understand? Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girly for me &lt;/span&gt;is wearing a little too much pink or wearing something like, oh I don't know, a bolero. And open shoes. What is the purpose of a bolero, anyway? Aren't jackets for protecting oneself from the cold? It's sounds weird because I too wear vests but.. okay. I totally proved my point. /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really annoys me to the bones is when someone denies something they know is true. Yes, maybe they do it because it's a joke or that they really don't believe it's true. But, come on, I know from observing that people repeatedly do it so that they can get more praise about the matter. For example, they comment on their picture, saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang pangit ko naman diyan!&lt;/span&gt;" even though they think they look rather good in it. Why would someone show their picture if they think they don't look good in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kung ako naman 'yan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact that people react differently to situations. For instance, person A will get angry because of person B. Then, when person B gets the idea that person A IS angry, B will say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano ba naman 'to. Kung ako yun, hindi naman ako magagalit e.&lt;/span&gt;". I find that rather annoying. Don't expect everyone to act the same way as you do because that will never happen. People think differently, whether you like it or not. People may like you. And they may not. People may praise you. And they can also put you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was school before like the school we have now? Did they also give lots of homework? Did the students before even have the time to sleep for 6-8 hours? Why am I asking you this question? Did the teachers even consider trying to do all the homework assigned so that they can feel how hard it is to finish everything with good quality (?) and on time? Don't they understand that we students have to learn lots more, especially in Science and Araling Panlipunan because history itself has accumulated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The spelling of five in Spanish that I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakainis naman ang lahat ng tao! Gusto ko nang mamatay! Mga kaibigan ko lagi akong inaaway! Hindi ako masaya! Masyadong maraming pagkain sa plato ko! ARRRGH! Bakit ba hindi na lang ako pabayaan ng mga magulang ko?! Gusto ko lang naman magsaya at posibleng masaktan habang bata pa ako! Wala na akong oras pagkatapos ng pag-aaral para magsaya! 70 years na lang kasi e!! Lagooot, walang pumupunta sa blog ko! Siguro ayaw ng mga tao ang pinagsusulat ko! Bakit ba?! E ang ganda nga ng mga pinagsusulat ko e kasi lahat tungkol sa akin! Haaaay. Buntong hininga dito, buntong hininga doon. Sob, sob, sob. Noooez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---typical post from a teenager (I admit, I am like this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd that:&lt;br /&gt;... people always have emo or lyrics in their status messages.&lt;br /&gt;... school in the fourth quarter is always hectic when the teachers and A-team could have adjusted the schedule so that everyone's not panicking.&lt;br /&gt;... chatters (?) invent loads of emoticons.&lt;br /&gt;... adolescence is actually a word.&lt;br /&gt;... the english language is very complicated. I don't even think all the words in the world can be counted. It's like water drops that fall when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;... I actually had this plot where in this dude finds out that RIP of gravestones really mean RIP, like.. chomp, chomp, eat, eat. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;... there are even feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are so cliche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-1613057425244155160?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1613057425244155160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1613057425244155160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1613057425244155160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1613057425244155160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-6714162863314712064</id><published>2008-02-24T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:00:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Teehee."</title><content type='html'>You are lucky if you can read this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why. (Put it in the tagboard. The one who gets the right answer gets chocolate from me. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-6714162863314712064?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6714162863314712064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=6714162863314712064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6714162863314712064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6714162863314712064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/teehee.html' title='&quot;Teehee.&quot;'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5243033099676853308</id><published>2008-02-22T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:46:25.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Update!" she said.</title><content type='html'>Hm. So, here I am again. Miss me? Yeah, I figured not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this list of things I was going to write here in this place.. but I misplaced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our club Plaid had Water Wars this morning. It was really fun, even though I tried (and failed) to climb a tree because I was the last one to remain alive and stuff. It was fun walking through the hallways with wet clothes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even suggested we do it in our class. It's just unfortunate we still have to submit a visual plan if we want to do it in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was recess, when I went to this place, I saw there were two people there. They looked at me and one said, (something along the lines of..) "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang buhok ni ____." &lt;/span&gt;Then, when I went inside one of the cubicles to secretly fix my hair (I didn't want it to do infront of them, see.) I heard, rather distinctly, one of them say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanggagaya kay ____." &lt;/span&gt;:| I don't even understand why they had to make that comment in the first place. AAND, it was said loudly, mind you. She didn't even try to keep her voice down for my sake. Ahm. Lastly, she didn't even know why I had my hair cut. Who was she to say I cut it to copy someone? /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I have learned (from two instances this week) that one should not judge anyone by just one wrong (or even differently seen) action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism is really very evident in the world, I'm sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk of transformation is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why am I talking like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Edward Cullen will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I realize that can be an expression. Meaning: no one can know because no one can really read minds (except me.) MWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a month to go before school ends.&lt;br /&gt;Plans: - band - drums - ***** - guitar - piano - drawing - read a lot of books (if possible, more than 10) - stay in touch with classmates and friends - not slack around - not go outside - learn an odd skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONIC, ISN'T IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R76-uLxSv9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/AcQEBqYm3_M/s1600-h/Ironic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R76-uLxSv9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/AcQEBqYm3_M/s200/Ironic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169779122910707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nix&lt;/span&gt; - nothing or no.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aberrant&lt;/span&gt;: abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arcanum&lt;/span&gt;: a secret; a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fructuous&lt;/span&gt;: fruitful; productive.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; generis&lt;/span&gt;: unique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5243033099676853308?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5243033099676853308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5243033099676853308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5243033099676853308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5243033099676853308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/update-she-said.html' title='&quot;Update!&quot; she said.'/><author><name>LEE</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/_gmIyu3MsPD0/R76-uLxSv9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/AcQEBqYm3_M/s72-c/Ironic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33692251.post-4890448985977933804</id><published>2008-02-07T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:05:46.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. :P I'm loveless. Yak. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a singer/dentist/teacher. Haha. Odd youth, odd youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;Acting and DRAWING. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Water. Yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes and carrots and lettuce. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Pet Sematary. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What zodiac sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;Taurus? Ahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;br /&gt;Earss only. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Breathing.&lt;/s&gt; Este, being pessimistic or talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a car, dude. If I did and I knew how to drive, I would be the last person you would want to ride with. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Is walking a sport? Haha. Swimming, I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;Negatib. Order up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;Stare. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that ever happened to me is too bad to remember. (Nice excuse, man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;I flip flop a lot that I could be a fish out of water. Striving to live. Hahaha. In other words, I am very, very, very, indecisive. Give me an hour or so and I'll give you an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;I wish. I'm afraid of everything. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't let you in. Seriously. So don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;Who're you anyway? /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. They're just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. My whole face. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;Conscience. I like the mind and stuffs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Black. Some say, with a hint of brown. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. During a School Fair. BWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I would give half to my mother. Half of it is enough. I would buy books, stuff for my room, toys, clothes and donate to the poor. Yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang at?&lt;br /&gt;In my room. :D My favorite thinking and sleeping place. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;When I feel them, yes. But mostly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;Music. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In my mind, I do. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;People who.. slurp. =)) (My version of "SUCK")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;DUDE. (I say that a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;No thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it doesn't state that I have to tag someone, I still tag.. Czaren, Miah, Colleen, Alex, Sandra and Rodriguez. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Don't mind typos, if any. I don't want to look over it anymore. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-4890448985977933804?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4890448985977933804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=4890448985977933804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4890448985977933804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4890448985977933804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-more.html' title='One more.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5440037742970413305</id><published>2008-02-07T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:25:01.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha. Friends post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;F*R*I*E*N*D*S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of your friends is the...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smartest: Luisa, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Most Beautiful: Alex. :)&lt;br /&gt;Most Athletic: Alex, Mia and Colleen. :D&lt;br /&gt;Kindest: Ellie, Czari and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Craziest: Niqui. :))&lt;br /&gt;Funniest: Niqui. :))&lt;br /&gt;Most shy: Czari.&lt;br /&gt;Most Caring: (Colleen.)&lt;br /&gt;Most Understanding:&lt;br /&gt;Easiest to Talk To: Colleen and Niqui.&lt;br /&gt;Best Musician: Niqui. :)&lt;br /&gt;Best Singer: Alex. :D&lt;br /&gt;Best Artist: Luisa and Niqui and Czaren.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest: Colleen. (Haha, sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;Best Listener: Colleen. Niqui.&lt;br /&gt;Girliest: Ellie!&lt;br /&gt;Most Opinionated: Luisa and Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is most likely to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the First (Or Next) Baby?: :)) I wish I could say Ellie, but I won't (say Ellie.)&lt;br /&gt;Get Married First (Or Next)?: Ellie. :))&lt;br /&gt;Become President of the USA?: Luisa Narciso. xD&lt;br /&gt;Quit Their Job?: Meh. :D&lt;br /&gt;Be Your Friend Forever?: Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Have the Most Expensive Phone Bill?: Alex. :))&lt;br /&gt;Become Famous?: ALEX!&lt;br /&gt;Finish Their Christmas Shopping First?: No one. :)) Everyone crams, I bet. :))&lt;br /&gt;Make the Most Money?: Alex and Luisa. xD&lt;br /&gt;Tell You You're Wrong?: Miah. :P&lt;br /&gt;Cheer You Up?: Miah, Colleen, Czari and Niqui.&lt;br /&gt;Call You First On Your Birthday?: No one. xD&lt;br /&gt;Be a Soccer Mom?: :)) Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Get Lost?: Colleen. :)) And Niqui.&lt;br /&gt;Never Grow Up?: =))&lt;br /&gt;Wear Sweatpants All Day?: Me. :)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Friend Comes To Your Mind First....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red: Niqui. (Jacket. That. Girly. Jacket.)&lt;br /&gt;Cheese-Itz: Colleen. (Cell Sandwich. :)) )&lt;br /&gt;Sports: Miah. (Fast balls.)&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: Alex. (Komu naman kasi, eh.)&lt;br /&gt;Music: Alex and Niqui. :D (Band-mates. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Yellow: Colleen. Ewan ko kung bakit. :))&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Miah. (Gift.)&lt;br /&gt;Poop: =)) Cross this one out.&lt;br /&gt;Europe: Luisa. And Mia.&lt;br /&gt;Photos: Alex. Photogenic eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;Coke: Colleen. Get it? Coke, Colleen. CO??&lt;br /&gt;Decorate: Ellie. Ahdunno.&lt;br /&gt;Candle: Ellie. She's fascinated by candles, I bet.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing: Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: D: Czaren. Ice creaam. :))&lt;br /&gt;Fruit: Colleen. Strawberries and grapes. Yum. xD&lt;br /&gt;Animals: COLLEEN. Adik. :))&lt;br /&gt;Green: Hm. Czaren.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean: Ah. Ellie. [P.S.- You may have noticed I don't have much friends. Everyone's repeating. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S136082/F*R*I*E*N*D*S.html" title="F*R*I*E*N*D*S"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDIzODMzMTMzMjgmcHQ9MTIwMjM4MzMxOTkwNiZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5440037742970413305?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5440037742970413305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5440037742970413305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5440037742970413305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5440037742970413305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/hahaha-friends-post.html' title='Hahaha. Friends post.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-2583247044986169218</id><published>2008-02-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:38:10.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn it all.</title><content type='html'>It really sucks when you are faced with a totally disturbing, questionable and hard situation. I mean, you know what you want to do with it, but you just HAD to ask others of their opinion. I'm not saying it's not good to ask others, but what they say often interfere and change what you initially thought was best. In the end, you're faced with unanswered questions and a confused brain. Nothing has become of your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am facing my semi-mid-life crisis, if ever there was such a thing. I've never struggled as hard as I am right now. I don't know why, frankly. Physical stuff don't matter at all for me (at least, compared to others), but now, I guess I'm afraid of what others might think and talk about when I make that leap. After/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF &lt;/span&gt;I make that leap, there's no turning back. I have to live with the fact that I messed up when it doesn't turn out as I hoped. I blame myself. I might just blame others too, because they didn't do anything to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Sometimes, you do decide to NOT to what you want. Yet it still goes wacko. Berserk. Crazy as hell. Blahblah. Here, you blame others. "Why couldn't they just let me live my life the way I want to?? Why'd they have to butt in and make me more miserable than before?" might be the thoughts to enter one's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't think at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck should I do? O_O Something or nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it now and get it over with or live the rest of my life without knowing what could have been? Surely the WHAT IFs will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. In other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOCKING ISN'T IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2583247044986169218?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2583247044986169218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2583247044986169218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2583247044986169218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2583247044986169218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/darn-it-all.html' title='Darn it all.'/><author><name>LEE</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33692251.post-2410593740519762920</id><published>2008-01-26T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:09:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di-Pormal. :))</title><content type='html'>[ WOW. This is boring. :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wet Market Exposure.&lt;br /&gt;- My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hair cutter&lt;/span&gt; (hahaha) said my hair should be cut because the hair style's not nice. He said that it's too long for me and stuffs. Only two of my friends think it's okay for me to do it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- English, Science and Filipino CEM tests for the whole morning. English and Filipino were kinda okay. Science was.. hard. Maybe because we haven't studied many of the items found on the test. Hm. Does that mean our knowledge isn't up to bat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- FULL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;- In Filipino, we just talked. In Math, I think we learned a new HARD topic. English? What DID we do in English? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O___O&lt;/span&gt; CLE, the quiz bee search. PatO was picked. :D Science, the test results were given first (darnit) and then Colleen's IP group &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;defended&lt;/span&gt;. =)) THE, the GGB and entrepreneurship (wooh) and yeah. The second period of THE was for the mock defense. Meh. We sucked at that one.  Computer, we had to learn from the computer again. [Allow me to ramble: I don't like the teaching style of our teacher. I mean, can  you really even call it "TEACHING"? If we wanted to learn from our computers, we would've done that on our own and in our homes. She doesn't even make sure we understand or that we can apply what we learned from the computer anyway. Dang flabbit. Haha.] Then, AP. We watched some ad campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Second round of CEM tests. Reading was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;- In the afternoon, our class had the oral defenses. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, actually. I'm just happy many of us could answer all the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Today was the culminating activity of the Bible Week. :D&lt;br /&gt;- During the film showing about Jerusalem, I got really sleepy! This was the first time, in a long time. Since I was next to the teachers (and I didn't want them to notice me sleeping), I just covered half of my face with my handkerchief and closed my right eye. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- 11: 30 am: Colleen and I went to the library to borrow two books. :D We went there since Colleen said she shouldn't/couldn't eat until 12. O_____O&lt;br /&gt;- Homeroom: the thing was returned. Hahaha. Psychology has failed me. My seatmates don't like the results of the test. I'm conceptual thing. It's saying I'm not sociable. -smirk-&lt;br /&gt;- Medical check-up. Here's the worst part: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't grow&lt;/span&gt;! I even think that I'm shrinking.  D: But, I remembered quite clearly from somewhere that I was 5'5. I will not rest until I find out what my real height is. :))&lt;br /&gt;- I fixed Czaren's hair loads of times today. :D&lt;br /&gt;- From 5-8 pm, I finished "A Child Called 'It'".  Very nice story. Cruel Mother. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week's been spent playing with my stressball. We just threw it around the classroom and stuffs. Five times, it almost went out the door (and, it wasn't when I was using it) but yeah. Haha. Czaren, Colleen, Mia, Alex, Marinel, Elrica, Ish, Yem-yem and (the forced) Eliana were some of the people I played with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I might still change this layout.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's TOO bright for me.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maybe a different approach on the "become-positive-strategy"?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-o. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. - &lt;/span&gt;During one AP period, we watched Marinel's ad campaign. It was very funny. So funny, that I couldn't stop laughing and tearing up. HAHAHA. :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2410593740519762920?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2410593740519762920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2410593740519762920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2410593740519762920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2410593740519762920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/01/di-pormal.html' title='Di-Pormal. :))'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-6253562368603146637</id><published>2008-01-21T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:41:44.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[edit] Someone said there were many typos. Mwaha. [/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very confused for the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to think. Sometimes, there will be happiness, most of the time anger, and half of the time I won't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really have souls? I mean, yes, I have thought of going into some other's body and, like, thinking as the other would, but can that really be possible? When you die, does your soul (with all those memories, experiences and thoughts) just go -poof!- or do they go into someone else's body, renewed and clean? And, is there even a GOD or heaven waiting for us after we suck in our last breath? When we die and if there's this place called heaven, what happens to our thoughts? Are they considered worthless after we die??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always (emphasis on that word) think how it would be if I were another person. Like, financially, school, gender, looks, parents, background, past experience. How would I be then? Would I still be myself, but just with another name or look, or will I be completely different from what I am now? Would I be better if I were born and not entered into Assumption or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another set: What if.. I die right now? Just as I'm typing these words. Just as I see someone going offline on Y!M. As I move my mouse over the screen. What then? Would anyone even care? As selfish as it may sound, I always think this. And in the end, my thoughts drift to the bad side of things. I imagine my funeral. No one's there because everyone's busy with their lives to remember an insignificant person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Waitaminute. What am I talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I GOING CRAZY, man?? AM I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must not. Must not. Must not. Must not. Must not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DO A DARE. :D Hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- sorry for the odd post. i hope you understand it, though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-6253562368603146637?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6253562368603146637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=6253562368603146637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6253562368603146637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6253562368603146637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/01/hm.html' title='Hm.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-567534814067639835</id><published>2008-01-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:01:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crud.</title><content type='html'>Just when everything was going right, I get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm one of the luckiest people in the world to get the education, friends, life and health I have now, but I think, mentally, I'm one of the poorest. By mentally, I mean, like, how I see the world and stuff. How I act and think and react. Like I said in one of my previous posts, I have changed quite a lot last year. I had the intention of becoming more confident and outgoing, but now that I've achieved that, I don't think I want it anymore. It's just that it's not what I thought it would be. I thought it would make my life better and I would have many friends. Yes, it did make my life better.. but only for a while. Now that I'm TOO confident, I don't know how NOT to become NOT confident. You know what I mean? As for the "many friends" part, I don't care anymore 'cause I think I have the friends I want to have. At least, some of them. Mostly, I don't like the change because I don't control anything anymore. I've been so used to the said change that it just comes to me in an automatic way and I can't control how I react or act anymore. That's why I really envy (:|) my seatmate (to the left) because she's really just serene and calm and quiet most of the time and I don't think I could even do that for one whole day. By the way, don't think I'm freaking out just because of that. Because, since THAT's happening, it's affecting everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. THANKS TO ALEX FOR THE JACKET. That's one of the (rare) things that made me happy this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--sorry for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-567534814067639835?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/567534814067639835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=567534814067639835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/567534814067639835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/567534814067639835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/01/crud.html' title='Crud.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1318388960795954073</id><published>2008-01-03T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:32:05.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight mania.</title><content type='html'>Everyone's reading Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I want to tell it, I read it during the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;summer of 2007&lt;/span&gt;. Ha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; read it?&lt;/span&gt; Actually, I remember the two days I read both Twilight and New Moon. It was on May 30 and 31. :'DDD Anyway, almost everyone I know outside of school has read or is reading or knows someone who knows something about Twilight. Yes, I know it can't be helped because Twilight's just so damn good (because of Edward and.. the thought of vampires) but I can't help but feel sad that we're not the only ones who know about this amazing gift anymore. -sad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the people who know of this amazing series (and they're probably the ones we're going to fight with during the release of the next book). See you during the release! Suckers. xD HAHAHA. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Ytle, Tin, Pauline, Cam, my brother, and Ian from my village. (Ehem. They discovered it Feb 2007.)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Luisa, Ellie, Czari, Niqui, Colleen, Alex, etc from school.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Cybill, my brother's classmate whose livejournal I secretly visit. Hahaha. -almost spelled livejournal as liver.-&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Marion, Marielle's brother. His classmates also like it. :))&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Of course, you can't forget those who read the book around the world.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ALSO, those people who bought all the copies of Eclipse and Twilight when they went out. Err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW &lt;/span&gt;I know there's a lot of people who know about Twilight, but I forgot all the others. Hehe. Okay, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited almost all of my posts. I'm glad to notice that my writing has changed. Before, I actually wrote my hahas with no blanks before it, with no capitalizations and with no periods after it. I also had a lot of exclamation points even though they're not needed!!!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-1318388960795954073?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1318388960795954073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1318388960795954073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1318388960795954073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1318388960795954073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/01/twilight-mania.html' title='Twilight mania.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5429150741404654040</id><published>2008-01-03T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:07:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm2.</title><content type='html'>Uh. Today was the first day back from the two week Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy when no one talked to me during the bus ride to school. Good thing it wasn't crowded too. That way, I really had time to think about random stuff and not worry about my balance. The whole 30 minutes, I just sat there, looked to my left, and thought. 'Twas a nice way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the morning assembly, I didn't talk to anyone either. :D That silence thing lasted until about Math time. When the scores were given. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my Science and CLE and Math grade. Also, we're supposed to submit the final draft of the research paper on 8 (which is NOT a good thing) and a few days after that, we're going to have the oral defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I bore you to death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I hate it when I have feelings. Haha. Don't think "Ohh, Mikah's in loooove!" and raising your eyebrows repeatedly at me, 'cause that's not the case. I just don't like it when I have feelings. Period. I especially don't like it when it shows on my face. Last year, I noticed that my face had been showing stuff more than usual. Before, I always had a blank face with a blank stare, but now.. I almost always laugh and smile and stuff. It's really bugging me. These days, jealousy has been a problem for me, too. I hate that feeling since you can't really do anything about it. With anger, you can bring it out on someone else (mwaha.) With happiness, you can share it with other people. With love, you can.. err.. what CAN you do with love? /:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5429150741404654040?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5429150741404654040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5429150741404654040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5429150741404654040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5429150741404654040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm2.html' title='Hmm2.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-4500515453102199620</id><published>2008-01-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:59:21.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Er. It's 2008. Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things I'm looking forward to this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Meeting (and maybe losing too) a few people.&lt;br /&gt;2. Growing up. Oh, wait..&lt;br /&gt;3. New stuff. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;4. The end of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;5. Uh. I'm finally going to file all my thoughts and information and stats because I have the time to start!! Don't worry if you don't get this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things I'm NOT looking forward to this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Failing. Maybe. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Science Congress. Man.&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing people. Well, I shouldn't be surprised if and when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hurting myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting older.&lt;br /&gt;6. That I still have to go to school. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I don't even know how everyone seemed to have survived last year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that I'm doubting your living skills, though&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just that everyone's going obese (mostly in other countries), there are lots of terrorists and killings, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the weather's going berserk&lt;/span&gt;, many don't get to go to school or pass it, people are killed because of other people, people die because they have no food or shelter or because of "natural" disasters that really aren't natural but were caused by us. I just don't know where people get their hope to still live their lives knowing that maybe after a few seconds or minutes, they might possibly die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Don't you think I should get negative about negativity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Now that I think about it, I've been getting more and more positive about things in this blog. Well, that's because I don't write everything in this blog anymore. If I did, you would all know my deepest darkest thoughts. I wouldn't want that, now, right? I don't know about you, but I'm a bit agitated when I read stuff about negativity. I mean, come on! You know you have a good life if you look at stuff that's not on the surface. I know I'm not in the right position to say this but, people talking about negativity all the time should really just stop and think things through before complaining and complaining. Nothing's going to become anything if you just yap and yap about your shallow problems. Instead, you should get out there and act. What if we all just be negative all the time? Not only would that result in very depressing days, nothing would get done either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I may ask, what is your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RESOLUTION &lt;/span&gt;for this year? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-4500515453102199620?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4500515453102199620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=4500515453102199620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4500515453102199620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4500515453102199620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5568424067827964620</id><published>2007-12-22T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:56:45.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>It took me, Mikah Soliman - a fourteen year-old student from Assumption Antipolo, friend of Czari and Niqui and Colleen and Rodriguez; a hopeless blogger - fifty-two minutes and four hundred eighty seconds to write this pointless and meaningful and interesting and paroxysmal and soporific and vapid and boring group of literature of entertainment of words of punctuation marks of sarcasm of lines of pixels (which is actually pix [pictures] + el[ements], meaning it is the smallest part of pictures) of atoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smirk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5568424067827964620?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5568424067827964620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5568424067827964620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5568424067827964620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5568424067827964620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-7047949547284585609</id><published>2007-12-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:46:39.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post.</title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to talk about, but I forget everything, so I'll just try to make this starter sentence a run-on sentence, you know, the ones that are too long because they just go on and on and on and the writer won't put periods or other punctuation marks because he/she is too lazy or just stupid and stuff so yeah, do you wonder when this is going to end or if this is going to end at all hey what's that you say are you even talking to me? -shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you talking of a talk that's talking of talking and talking of talking or are you just talking of talk that's a talk of talks?&lt;br /&gt;- We played a play that was about playing a play of plays.&lt;br /&gt;- Stop a stopper of stops before that stopper of stops stops to stop you, stopper.&lt;br /&gt;- Can you can a can-can of a can? Or can't you?&lt;br /&gt;- I wish I were a wishing wish cause wishing wishes wish a wish of wishing wishes of wishing wish.&lt;br /&gt;- She wrote a written writing right of writing rights instead of writing.&lt;br /&gt;- They dreamed a dreaming dream of dreams that dreamed of dreams and dreams of dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;- Mom clipped a clip of clips with a clip.&lt;br /&gt;- You may say I say a "say" but I say, say a say of saying say every single saying day cause saying a say of saying says says a lot of saying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- You thought that I thought what you thought was the thing I thought when I was thinking of a completely thoughtless thought that you thought was think-y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be part of a band with Niqui and Alex and Troxas. Well, hopefully. I still have to see and try learning how to play drums. IF I'm not good at it, I won't join. Never will I try to destroy the potential of a band because of my suck-y playing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vigil was okay, I guess. At one point I felt very peaceful. But I think it was only ONE point in time. Haha. (Am I making any sense?) We had a really fun time, especially during the rest time. If you could call it that. Many were dancing and singing and playing and lying down and sleeping and screaming and eating and taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had painful stomach aches  though. The whole time. Meh.  At least I wasn't the only one. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AM I MAKING ANY SENSE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to change my skin. Help me find a new one or forever hold your peace. O_O :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!!&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/33692251-7047949547284585609?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7047949547284585609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=7047949547284585609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7047949547284585609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7047949547284585609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/12/post.html' title='Post.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-2532689941256439716</id><published>2007-11-30T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:40:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh. :))</title><content type='html'>Hello there. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in the air. And the cold is there to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I felt very sick. I had no jacket. I was kinda cold. My stomach hurt. My head as well. And I realized my grades were going down. Anyway, there are a lot of me me me(?!) so let's turn to YOU. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would YOU like for Christmas?&lt;/b&gt; But, whatever you wish, remember that I have a budget too. I don't have a job, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, but this week, I had a really fun time watching and being with my bus mates. It was weird because it was the only time they were really noisy. Most of the time, there were small groups that would talk by themselves. But that time, everyone was in. :D Before, I was always in the front with Louise. Now, don't get me wrong because sometimes, she's okay to be seated next to. It's just that, she asks about the same things. (Don't ask. :P) Anyway, I really should get to the point, don't you think? I am babbling on and on that I keep forgetting what I'm really talking about. People sometimes think faster than they write that these people don't get to write what they want to write because, in their heads, a lot of things are going around. Whut. What was I talking about again? Oh, yeah, the bus. It was fun. That's all. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Camp - Tedious. Panicky. Sick. Low. Meh. No facilitators. Too long. Many equations and solutions. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of homework this week. 7. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA KIMI RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 268 words. 1426 characters (with spaces.) 1157 characters (with NO spaces.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need.. something. Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2532689941256439716?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2532689941256439716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2532689941256439716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2532689941256439716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2532689941256439716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/meh.html' title='Meh. :))'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1569534759628312972</id><published>2007-11-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:39:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EH?</title><content type='html'>FAIR POST. \:D/ :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were two instances when I was kinda "beat-up" or whatever you want to call it. The first time was when this grade 5 student (yes, she's that young. XD) was with our group near our booth. Hm. I was teasing her about this boy nearby and she started messing my hair up ("My beautiful and NOT messy hair!") and not letting go of me. Yeah. :)) Then the other time was when my bus mates were looking for me. See, they planned on riding the caterpillar. I texted them that I was still on the lantern wheel (the blue one). When we were going down, I saw that they were waving to someone up above. :)) When they saw me, Ate Sheila started shaking me around. :)) I became dizzy after that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played truth or dare a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, after almost everyone left, Czaren and Sam and Klarisse and I played with shadows. Czaren was so funny because after a certain shadow, she would make this animal thing appear for a second. Mwahahaha. Then, I made this head shadow whose nose you can alter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niqui, Mia, Alex: Remember the he/she we saw near Zagu?? O_________O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, this was dated a long time ago but now's the only time I managed to finish it. Well, actually, I got tired of writing all the other stuff. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luinahtzi.deviantart.com/"&gt;LUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://czaren.deviantart.com/"&gt;CZA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://detective-scorpio.deviantart.com/"&gt;NIQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinylavender.deviantart.com/"&gt;ELLIE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lexiz101.deviantart.com/"&gt;ALEX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-1569534759628312972?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1569534759628312972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1569534759628312972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1569534759628312972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1569534759628312972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/eh.html' title='EH?'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-901521800701778779</id><published>2007-11-16T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:38:10.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>Today was some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another short day. The visual plan and first draft of the research paper were due today. What does this mean, you say? Tediousness. (If that IS a word.) [Oh. I spelled that so wrong. :)) I spelled it tideousness. :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to complain, but I just want to write something for the blog and this is the only thing I can come up with. Hmm. I just hope none of.. blah. Heh. :D Anyway, we were left to work on the research paper which was a bit frustrating. The end product? 5 pages of spaces. Really. Spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I anxiously waited for my mom to reply to my text to pick me up. With Lexis' cellphone. :D Thanks, Lex! :] Anyway, then, we went down to the cafeteria. I was happy when Niqui was there and we went around the school for a while. Haha. It was fun walking with her. There was this one time when we didn't know whether to choose the stairs near the grade 2 or to take the long way to the High school building (.. bear with me. just try to visualize, okay? :P ). Then, I put my foot out to the right while Niqui kinda scurried to the left. Then we BOTH did the same thing to the opposite side. So we kinda looked like we choreographed it or something. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Niqui had to leave. :| I went to sit with Ish and after some time, Majo, Aly, Danna, and these two sophomores joined us. Mwahahaha. Jem and Pau (or is it Pao?) I think. :)) Basta. We just sat there while one of them fiddled with my things. :)) Even though I didn't know her. (It's okay, though. :P) Yeah. :P I just stayed quiet but I laughed at a lotta things that they did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lfkjslkfjlakjflkfa. We went to the bus. Hannah was being mean to me (HAHA) and yeah. :P I was scolded because I didn't tell anyone I wasn't going to join the first trip. :)) :)) Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ And now, instead of resting, I am on the internet once more before my family and I go to some hotel for dinner because my brother's birthday was yesterday. [Brother: You're old! :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hi Czaren! :D :D Visit her dA everyone who unfortunately passes through this blog! &lt;a href="http://czaren.deviantart.com/"&gt;DEVIANTART: CZAREN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. Cheers. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-901521800701778779?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/901521800701778779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=901521800701778779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/901521800701778779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/901521800701778779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahehehehehe-meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5645721748065535959</id><published>2007-11-12T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:36:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers.</title><content type='html'>Anyway, I'm too annoyed to update that much. I just wanna say. MAAAAAAAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How were we supposed to know we had to get requisition forms from the Business Office??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick shout-out to Czaren and MiahBau! :D Hey, Czaren!! :D Miah: When are you going back to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submachine rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are shaking. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math and Science is confusing. But in a twisted way, still fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate chocolates. Well. Not really. But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ALEX!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O &lt; my signature smiley. :D Cha-ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coinkidink? :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. Later, skaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5645721748065535959?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5645721748065535959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5645721748065535959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5645721748065535959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5645721748065535959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-you-enjoy-that-post-i-didnt.html' title='Cheers.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8666647406433012937</id><published>2007-11-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:35:20.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>Hello there. My head hurts. Maybe it's telling me to get off the stupid computer. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new skin. I edited a lot of things including the borders, header, sequence, fonts, colors, and of course, the content. I like my header a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this new book of mine. It's entitled "The Opposite of Love". It's about this black girl living in a white community. I really hate the people around her cause they're all racists. :| Anyway, it's cool. The book, I mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days and we're back to school. Results will surely be in our daydreaming minds. I think I'll be shocked of my grades. Not that I expect high results. But just because they'll be really low. I predict I'm going to cry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Five rocks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Cza, Rodri, and Miah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Namilos Hakim. RFSQ. Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8666647406433012937?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8666647406433012937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8666647406433012937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8666647406433012937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8666647406433012937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-2966901422755896310</id><published>2007-11-02T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:59:19.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooooo. Messy!</title><content type='html'>Erm, I just edited my skin, but it's still too messy. It's already 10pm, so I will stop now. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, the profile, links, cbox and the header may be a bit weird. Sorry. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like the skin (not including the picture which I will still edit!). TAG. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add this post to your TO DO LIST, Mikah. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2966901422755896310?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2966901422755896310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2966901422755896310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2966901422755896310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2966901422755896310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/nooooo-messy.html' title='Nooooo. Messy!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-9077709856470418665</id><published>2007-10-26T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:34:16.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a blog post. :D</title><content type='html'>Today, we had the first day of the Intramurals. It was very tiring and fun and sad. Tiring because Lui, Ellie, Tyndz and I went up to the HS building and back to Multi-purpose loads of times. And, remember that they are both at the farthest parts of the school (wait, what?). Anyway, all day we carried the drums. :D It was so fun to play with it, even though a lotta people borrowed it. :D *We shared of course!* So, yeah. The freshmen seem to be losing (sorry!) but at least we're trying! We're losing with dignity and pride! Whoo. At least we won the second game of basketball against the Sophomores. That, in itself, is already a victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm: we went to help Lui and Ellie emcee the mini-olympics of the grades 1-4 (i think?) and it was funny. Haha. They performed these really energetic and scarily-flexible (?) dances. There was one team, blue, that was really good. I could really see the maker of the dance become really awesome. They had these breakdancing-like steps and they were really coordinated and stuff. On another note, I can't believe they had to play 10 games. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sembreak and I don't have a book to read yet! Nooo. *LuiLui*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;is still awesome. Everyone's reading it already! :D&lt;br /&gt;We like it so much, we have assigned ourselves with characters from the book! :))&lt;br /&gt;  -Bella: Alex R.&lt;br /&gt;  -Jacob: Mia B.&lt;br /&gt;  -Jane: Niqui&lt;br /&gt;-Alice: Czari&lt;br /&gt;  -Jasper: Luisa&lt;br /&gt;  -Rosalie: Ellie&lt;br /&gt;  -Esme: Dez&lt;br /&gt;  -Quil: Colleen&lt;br /&gt;  -Edward: Mikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Still no thingamajigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I heard from one person something like "We don't follow trends; we set them." When I heard this, I don't know why, but my mind thought about a lot of things. Mainly about this: What if, you DID set a trend. And because it's a trend, everyone will be following it, right? So, then, your trend becomes a trend and that means it's become popular. Does that mean, you make ANOTHER trend because your trend is already a trend or do you stick with your successful trend? I don't understand. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Example: You come to the fair or whatever wearing stripes. You know, the top. Then, when everyone sees how cool stripes are, they follow you. So, your style becomes a trend. But, during the next school event, you see EVERYONE wearing stripes. Does that mean you still go with the flow because YOU were the one who created the trend or do you make another trend and wait for it to be a trend too then make another trend and so on? Eh? EH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Some random words and phrases:&lt;br /&gt;~Nooks and crannies&lt;br /&gt;~Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;~Mate&lt;br /&gt;~Leech&lt;br /&gt;~Petulant&lt;br /&gt;~Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I hope you enjoyed Mikah's daily (well..) dose of insanity. Thank you and goodbye! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK, FRESHMEN. :D Good luck to all the others, too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/33692251-9077709856470418665?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9077709856470418665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=9077709856470418665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/9077709856470418665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/9077709856470418665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-blog-post-d.html' title='This is a blog post. :D'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5387398181782283934</id><published>2007-10-11T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:32:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup, man?!</title><content type='html'>I was so weird today. I kept shouting and stuff. :)) You should've seen me during recess. We- Niqui, Ellie and I- were trying to make a username for the blog thing for Filipino, and I was at the board shouting random stuff like "Yo, man!" and "Wassup, duude??". I also kept shouting "man" so much, I made this sentence: "Mann, you're the man, man." Ahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very disturbing. Let's take it step by step! :D In Filipino, we reviewed for the MQT. Our row had to make questions about Morpoponemiko or whatever (forgot, hehe) and I didn't even understand half of it. :)) Math, we had those centers and reviews. Uh, it was still very hard to understand, but I guess that's because it's a bit new of a lesson. I'm just really anxious because the Chapter Test is soo near. English- Romeo and Juliet. CLE- we had discussion. Is my name so hard remember?? Ms. Hilario, before, kept calling me either Mee-ka (pronunciation) or Sab (another student in the batch.) THEN, Sir Jaynos keeps calling me either Celine (which is actually okay, but I'd rather he call me Mikah) or wrong pronunciation too. [Am I making sense??] Science was very confusing. Low grades, here I come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story: (dated October 6, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;---As my mom and I were going back to get our car and go home, it suddenly got more windy. I mean, really windy. My hair covered by whole face. I had to stop a few times because it was really embarrassing, plus, I was laughing real hard. Hahaha. There were people passing by and thank goodness they didn't look at me. I must've looked crazy- I was facing where the wind blew. Uh, you know, so that my face wouldn't be covered. Ugh, it was really windy. :)) Then, earlier, I was almost carried away by the wind. Maybe it's telling me I should gain more weight. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;end story&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~   Another one! I'm full of it. [Get it? :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Another Saturday spent at the dentist. Today, I had to have those cast-like things placed in my mouth. Ugh. You know what, it was like, made up of muddy yellow stuff and after the fitting, my dentist still had some on her gloves. Sorry, but I forced myself not to say, "Can you please wash your gloves?" And, oh yeah, it was a 2 hour long appointment (causing a aching jaw) and the cd/tape already repeated three times. :))  ~~~  I'm so talkative today. :P  ~~~  Last Wednesday, we had clubs. We had this activity wherein we were given these different elements of WHO, WHAT, WHERE, WHEN, WHY and HOW and we had to make a news article with them. When I have the time, I'll give the lists so you can play too, but here's what I made up::   &lt;blockquote&gt;On Easter Sunday, the US citizens of a Swedish bank released the official price of siomai and C2. The official price, as of now, is a ghastly 500 and 56,241 pesos. Everyone, including the Easter bunnies and vampires, shouted with absolute disgust when the Royal Family of Thailand paraded around Wall Street with bags of the sacred stuff. The now large crowd magically conjured up a bunch of posters and fliers containing messages such as "Johnny Depp is hot!" and "Help us! We're hungry!" Finally, after another round of merry-making and belly-dancing, everyone was given candy. -The end- :D &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollection on Saturday. No classes tomorrow. Due date of project in Filipino on Monday. Happy birthday Ellie and Miabau! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, man. Stay wickeeed. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5387398181782283934?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5387398181782283934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5387398181782283934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5387398181782283934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5387398181782283934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/wassup-man_11.html' title='Wassup, man?!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5951622478709798238</id><published>2007-10-05T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:29:34.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>Hello there. What's up? Well, I'm fine thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that awkward greeting, let's get on to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed now that my friends are very weird. Yes, I realized that before already, but now, I see that we are all oddly related to animals. If you catch my drift. How so? Here so. :)) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lui:&lt;/span&gt; Randomly says monkey (at chat rooms/real life) and just recently stepped on a baby rat. Poor baby rat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colleen:&lt;/span&gt; indubitably obsessed with her dog. Haha. Takes a lotta pics and videos. Plus, SHE (happy?! :P) mentions him every now and then. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niqui:&lt;/span&gt; has plenty of dogs. House was once visited by snake. Whatever happened to it, anyway? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikah: &lt;/span&gt;just because I want to be included. :)) In Filipino, I made a poem about a lizard. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the ultimate list! Dun-dun-dun-duuuunn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0021181645865807286 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/pl/LHDQSKyWDl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/LHDQSKyWDl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/LHDQSKyWDl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="300"&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/33692251-5951622478709798238?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5951622478709798238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5951622478709798238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5951622478709798238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5951622478709798238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-2596316654791578069</id><published>2007-09-22T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:28:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>-sigh- Mikah really needs a good outlet for all of these icky feelings. Sometimes, I feel like I'm going to explode and die. EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Encounter was THE best. It was very fun and at the same time very sad. Almost everyone cried in the room during the sharing and almost everyone screamed when we reached the finish line (if you could call it that). How ironic. But I think I have sore eyes. Plus, my hair was all messy a while ago. I just HAD to braid it. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rereading TWILIGHT. I hate that book. Because it's so good. I feel all giddy inside when I think of it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read Sophie's World all of a sudden. (But, unfortunately, my brother lent it. :|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Updating for the sake of updating~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2596316654791578069?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2596316654791578069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2596316654791578069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2596316654791578069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2596316654791578069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-298210735040290919</id><published>2007-09-14T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:25:00.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a muck.</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for this drama queen-like post. I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not think it, but I observe people quite a lot. I look at their pattern of emotion, how they react to certain situations, and the like. Now, let me tell you that I've been observing one of my classmates for quite a long while now. I'm sure she doesn't know 'cause she's too caught up in her own life to notice. She's really fun to talk to.. sometimes. The other times, she's just plain annoying. She goes crazy over the littlest things, she fusses over things I'm sure she knows she doesn't need to fuss about. The worst of all is that she's what we often call "manhid". Just this week, I didn't get to do something vitally important because of her. Well, partially. *Do not immediately think that this is you. If ever you do pass this blog and happen to look at this, which I'm sure you wont, then just think about it. Don't say anything about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Miranda and my other classmates were chatting during lunch today. She happened to mention that my friends (whoever that is) talked about me for a while. And, now, I'm really curious. Because they're so many people, I can't THINK of what they might be talking about me. I just hope it's not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I babble too much here in my blog. I don't even think of how these might affect all of you who are reading this. I guess this is just the outlet that I know and have been accustomed to. It's weird that I just can't write in my diary--maybe it's because I don't write that fast or well. I can't go to my friends too, because... because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need books to take away the misery. But sadly, I wasn't able to go to the book fair today. THAT really sucks. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my sleep only lasts for 5 hours. I don't think I ever will sleep earlier, no matter how little the number of assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why life sucks: (drama, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate my friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. Surgery, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;3. No meanings.&lt;br /&gt;4. Because I live... or do I? Or is this just a thing of my imagination and I've just been waiting to wake up for 14 years, but no one's been around to tap my shoulder or something? (I hope you don't get this.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a question for all of you. What do you do when you're really angry at someone? Help me, since these are my only solutions (and none of them have been successful, mind you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Breaking a pen. Into two. -Not successful since I was thinking I was holding like this unvaluable thing like a pencil, and then all of a sudden *BOOM* the pen broke in my hand. And it was PILOT! Pilot! It was new too. :|&lt;br /&gt;b. Digging my nails into my palm. Of course, it isn't good for my hand. But it's the method I'm using now. Haha. I'd rather use this as the second choice, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;c. Throwing a tantrum. No. It might hurt someone and might break valuable items. :D&lt;br /&gt;d. Keeping to myself and glowering all day. Choice number one. :D Very effective though; it gives me time to think.&lt;br /&gt;e. Writing really long and.. long blog entries. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, PLEASE, give me suggestions. So that I may save man kind. :)) =)) LABO. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--still recovering. from.. you know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST! I just wanted to bring you some anagrams! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gregory House : Huge ego, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;--Tom Marvolo Riddle :  I am Lord Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;--Mother-in-law : Woman Hitler. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ouch? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Eleven plus two : Twelve plus one. (COOOL)&lt;br /&gt;--"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind." --Neil Armstrong  : "A thin man ran; makes a large stride, left planet, pins flag on moon! On to Mars!"&lt;br /&gt;--Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson : Cue fine new film drama starring Potter lad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-298210735040290919?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/298210735040290919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=298210735040290919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/298210735040290919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/298210735040290919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-muck.html' title='In a muck.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-7069416185851686654</id><published>2007-09-13T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:22:21.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURN- by Sir Aboga</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BURN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint me in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Illumine my face with eye of the serpent&lt;br /&gt;Awaken ancient remorse beyond the light&lt;br /&gt;Eclipsing all pain from my blood so fervent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes against the wind&lt;br /&gt;From the deepest trenches of the grave of shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Let fear itself comfort me against the fiend&lt;br /&gt;Fly me there to hang their heads upon the gallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire and brimstone rips the sky apart.&lt;br /&gt;Exploding violently, angst that dart out in terror.&lt;br /&gt;Crushing the world which pained my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing with ire moving heaven and earth in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me forever burn into the twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Shout and dance with me until my heart’s final beat.&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the river should I die tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forbid not the cold waters wash away my ardent spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the blood that ties; it’s the hurt that heals&lt;br /&gt;Reveal the great sadness from my ornamented disguise.&lt;br /&gt;Let me cry o let me cry, let my heart bleed what it feels&lt;br /&gt;And drown the infinite sorrow in a mournful poet’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words by&lt;br /&gt;Raymond L. Aboga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it AWESOME? Tell me what you think about it in the tagboard. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-7069416185851686654?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7069416185851686654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=7069416185851686654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7069416185851686654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7069416185851686654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/burn-by-sir-aboga.html' title='BURN- by Sir Aboga'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1391929799207998555</id><published>2007-08-30T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:22:04.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-huh.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. It's been a long week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Eclipse. I love it so much, I probably copied almost all of the book into my computer already. HAHA. Eclipse= happiness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still been tired this week, even though we don't have much homework to worry about. Midnight is about the time I go into dream land. Curse you, television, crazy cliffhangers and computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The QT results were given. Ugh. So low. But, neh, it's okay. At least I tried my best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want clever icons. :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having this odd dream these days. Not a dream-during-night-when-your-on-your-bed-resting dream, the one where you want it to happen. Aspirations and stuff. :)) Labo. Anyway, it's sooo weird. I want to experience it even just ONCE in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joint, a catching booth (?) sounds so interesting! It's very intriguing to find out what their reactions are to be if I were the one handling them and stuff. Gah. I wouldn't want to be placed in their position, though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RODRI: PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! :)) =))&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN: Nakakainis talaga ung chits na yan. Sorry ulit. XP&lt;br /&gt;NIQUI: Etcetera. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Did you happen to notice that I didn't place "markers" or "separators" (?) to.. uhh.. separate my ideas? :)) I'm too lazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. (:| &lt;--that's a sleepy smiley. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oh, how I wish this post (AND BLOG) could've been more interesting.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--mikah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-1391929799207998555?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1391929799207998555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1391929799207998555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1391929799207998555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1391929799207998555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/uh-huh.html' title='Uh-huh.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-4558767649736205461</id><published>2007-08-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:27:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee-doodah. :D</title><content type='html'>Haha, hopefully, by the time this post is published, the skin is different. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, this week's been HELL for me. QTs. Dun-dun-dun-duuuuun. I hate them. And I hate myself for not being prepared. I am almost  ready for the failure to come! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like lists. :D&lt;br /&gt;1.Science- was somewhat hard and easy. As usual for all science tests, the multiple choice questions were the hardest. I already have 2 mistakes here. :|&lt;br /&gt;2.English- this was the most confusing test, ever. All of the instructions were messy but at least we didn't have to copy long sentences, unlike in the MQT. I KNOW I have a lot of mistakes here, but at least there's that 10 point bonus. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.CLE- hmm. Average. I was really happy that I studied for this test. Happy too that the Tower of Babel and stuff weren't included that much. It's just that some weren't discussed or were confusing. I don't know any of my mistakes yet, but Sir said our class didn't have a perfect score-r. :))&lt;br /&gt;4.Health- :D :)) That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;5.AP- darn this. Compared to the Health test, UGH. Especially the last page! UGH. And the first! The the third! :| :| :| //FAIIIIILED. I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;6.Filipino- eh. :| Low scooore.&lt;br /&gt;7.Math- I have one mistake. HAHA. Bummer that this was the only subject where the results were given. I have to suffer for the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeaaah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I love books. :)) Twilight! Eclipse! Harry Potter! Artemis Fowl! Wee! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some kind of talent in drawing. I feel so left out in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOOO. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious about the seating arrangements. (Alex! Ish! Please don't do this to me!) I would hate to be placed in the last row and have to deal with a person I could POSSIBLY hate. I just wish that if that were to happen, it would be with a person I like. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of anxiousness, I really think a lot about the PROM these days. What with fixing Niqui's hair (haha, parlor daw. :)) ) and the stories I hear from my busmates, it's really made me think, WHAT IF IT WERE REQUIRED TO ATTEND?! I could never wear a dress/ get a date! :| I get the shivers everytime I think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday everyone! A lot are going to celebrate their b-days this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen! Czari! Grethel! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, next month, Eliza! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all! :)) Haha. Have a fun weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------mikahmikah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-4558767649736205461?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4558767649736205461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=4558767649736205461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4558767649736205461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4558767649736205461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/yipee-doodah-d.html' title='Yipee-doodah. :D'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-4464155687207253062</id><published>2007-08-18T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:19:38.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well.</title><content type='html'>I feel a lot of things right now; sadness, anger, uneasyness, impatience and just about every bad feeling in between. Yes, I know, many people don't really like me. I've known that for quite a long time already. I've had many fights with my classmates and some might even consider me as an enemy. But, the problem is, I know many &lt;s&gt;don't like&lt;/s&gt; hate me, but they don't even say anything TO me to help me become better, you know? Last year, I was even HOPING, yes!hoping!, that someone would say something about me during the Class Encounter. :| What? Are people worried I'll get angry if they say something? Or even cry? WELL, I TELL YOU THIS: TELL ME! (I'm serious.) If you have ANY problem with me, even just a liiiittle thing, please, please, tell me so that some CHANGE can happen. Don't just go on hating me, and talking behind my back, and telling everyone what's wrong with me and stuff. It hurts, you know. And it becomes a bigger issue than what it really should be. Plus, think about it, does "being yourself" really help in situations like these? If being yourself means being mean, or annoying, or all that, then why bother doing that? What'll you get? More people hating you, not people who admire you for being true. Or.. am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this one step further. If you want to say ANYTHING, just go to my tag board, or you can even tell me in YM and if I get angry, that's another thing you can add to your list of "Why I Hate Mikah." Or just slap me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---mikah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-4464155687207253062?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4464155687207253062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=4464155687207253062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4464155687207253062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4464155687207253062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-2296779979809258450</id><published>2007-08-17T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:38:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/RsU0GOF1JuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P_U5vjAE_KE/s1600-h/WAH!+coooool.+final+product+of+the+solarize,+water+paper+thang.+HAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/RsU0GOF1JuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P_U5vjAE_KE/s320/WAH!+coooool.+final+product+of+the+solarize,+water+paper+thang.+HAHA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099539434533365474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/RsU0GOF1JvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BSudIyxRFr8/s1600-h/WEE.!+AVATAR!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/RsU0GOF1JvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BSudIyxRFr8/s320/WEE.!+AVATAR!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099539434533365490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, WALA LANG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bliss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee. So happy. No school for 6 days! -paradise-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2296779979809258450?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2296779979809258450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2296779979809258450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2296779979809258450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2296779979809258450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/hahaha-wala-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</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/_gmIyu3MsPD0/RsU0GOF1JuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P_U5vjAE_KE/s72-c/WAH!+coooool.+final+product+of+the+solarize,+water+paper+thang.+HAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33692251.post-3223934411257818816</id><published>2007-08-11T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:20:58.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.</title><content type='html'>It'sbeenaprettyweirdweekandmonthanditallcomesdowntothis&lt;br /&gt;veryimportantone:thequarterlytests.this'lldetermine ifireallydiddeserveandeducationandtograduatefromgradeschool.&lt;br /&gt;thingsaregettingabitserious..iactuallystudiedawhileago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. ihatethispersonrightnowsincehegavemeaprettybigblowintheface.&lt;br /&gt;sandraistheonlyonewhoknowsaboutit.&lt;br /&gt;iowehersomethingbecauseshealsotoldmeasecretofhers. anyway,imreaaaaallyanxiousaboutthetests. imalreadythinking,whatififailalotofsubjects, whatififallasleepwhileimstudyingorsomething,&lt;br /&gt;andwhatificollapsefromallthatuglypressureandstress???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iamsoweirdbecauseimwritingthisway.&lt;br /&gt;kudostoyouifyoumanagedtounderstanduptotheend.tellmeifyoudo.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.anyway,schoolissounorganizedthesedays.&lt;br /&gt;theteachersarecrazybecausetheydontgiveustimepointersandallthatstuff&lt;br /&gt;thatyou'resupposedtogivetothestudents.&lt;br /&gt;wedontevenknowwhenandhowthetestsaregoingtohappen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, Colleen, special mention ka dito sa post na 'to since hindi ko pa na-eedit ung last post. :)) HAHA. Happy? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---theverydisturbedandiguesspessimisticdude,mikah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikahmikah.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-3223934411257818816?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3223934411257818816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=3223934411257818816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3223934411257818816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3223934411257818816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/um.html' title='Um.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-2178894791165528833</id><published>2007-08-02T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:18:01.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Phlegm! :))</title><content type='html'>HAHA. It's been a terrible week for me. On Monday, I had a terrible head ache but I still didn't go to the clinic because I was afraid of missing something important in the subjects. On Tuesday, it was better, but the cough got worse. MUCH much worse. See, when it was CAI, I had this cough attack *haha* and it was so bad that I cried. You know, from coughing. *cough* So, yeah. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rain, this week, the rain's been coming and going and coming and going and coming and..... *blahblahblah* that people are walking around soaked to the skin. It's a pity that it isn't cold enough to be comfortable in wearing a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school and school hates me. Curse you, suck-y grades. :| (Math lang ung maganda ko, weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAID. If there were a REAL audition or whatever to enter this club, I would've been gladly rejected. See, I have no inch of creativity in me. And, well, you need that in this club. Riiiight? But, bleah, the unfortunity (is there such a word?--hmm, guess not) of this is that I think I CAN write (sorry for humongous head-ness) but only when I can really relate to the topic. Like my life *hahahaha*, school, people and teenagers, politics (but if it's just shallow opinions and stuff, get it?) and all those common hobbies out there. But other than that, NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am happy to hear that some people have problems like mine, although THEY HAVE A SPECTACULAR WRITING STYLE *EHEM EHEM*. Therefore, I include thee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always found it hard to express myself in words. Whenever I turn to face that white blank screen, the words which were safely kept inside my head would suddenly disappear and the vivid message I wanted to bring out would be as dull as an overly-used crayon. Want proof? You can ask my classmates if you want. Whenever we had to do reflection papers, I would ask some of my classmates what they would think of it. Shrugs and “it’s okay…I guess” would be the usual replies. But what they really meant was: “YOU SUCK, MAN!” So I guess typing out the reflection  was a waste of paper, a waste of ink and a waste of more than 500 words and a couple of long paragraphs. But then again, this is utter proof that I can’t do anything to make words look good. Clearly, I have a problem. Actually I don’t really know why I’m forcing myself to do this. I guess it’s something I have to do. I don’t want to lock up all my feelings inside now. I feel like I’m going to EXPLODE if I don’t do this. My feelings are actually making me do crazy stuff already. I don’t want to make matters worse. At least paper/ white space doesn’t answer back to you. Whatever you write/type no matter how stupid or wrong it is, THEY DO NOT SAY ANYTHING. And apparently, that’s what I need right now. I need someone (or in my case, something…) which would keep quiet and wouldn’t have any violent reactions to what I would say. Besides, if ever I blurt out all my feelings (whoa, the word makes me shudder every time I think about it…okay let’s just call it “my thoughts”) or “my thoughts”, I would’ve been shot right now. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Anonymous. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship's coming up. For some reason, I am not delighted by this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts! HAHA. If you hear your name say UH-OH. (UH-OH) Say OH-OH-OH (OH-OH-OH). :)) -can you imagine me as a wrapper chanting this to a crowd of only 5 people?-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Wrapper. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX. RODRI. LUI. NILDZA. ELLIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too long of a post, dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing! I have so many parentheses in this post! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://vapid-corpse.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;http://friendster.com/mikahmikah&lt;br /&gt;http://mikahs123.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is too lazy to place the other codes and such-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye dudes. :D Don't get sick, eat your vegetables, study hard, don't stay up too late, drink 8 glasses of water everyday, be polite to strangers, remember money does grow on trees, laugh AT your friends, not with them, and don't listen to the last half of what Mikah said. Thank you very much and have a healthy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---is odd---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2178894791165528833?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2178894791165528833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2178894791165528833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2178894791165528833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2178894791165528833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-raining-phlegm-alleluia.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Phlegm! :))'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-6113697352333297920</id><published>2007-07-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:15:36.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEE.</title><content type='html'>HARRY POTTER RELEASE TOMORROW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandun na ako by 10 am. :)) HAHA. Tapos buong araw kong babasahin. :D Tapos ang saya kasi walang masyadong hw. Tapos may 2 pa akong pedeng basahin na libro *thanks Lui and Ellie!*. Tapos, tapos. :)) HAHA. Hyper, sorry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yun lang. :D Bye. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-6113697352333297920?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6113697352333297920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=6113697352333297920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6113697352333297920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/6113697352333297920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/wee.html' title='WEE.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-7700599443980807163</id><published>2007-07-16T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:15:07.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long must these nights last?</title><content type='html'>He doesn't seem to see the chickens while he's painting. It's not just the  canvas he sees either. It's something much bigger. He gets this look in his eye like he's transcended the world. Like his body's been possessed by a graceful spiritual being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was magic. And I started marvling at how I was feeling both humble and majestic. How was that possible? How could I be so full of peace and full of wonder? How could this simple thing make me feel so complex? So &lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---FLIPPED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-7700599443980807163?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7700599443980807163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=7700599443980807163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7700599443980807163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7700599443980807163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-long-must-these-nights-last.html' title='How long must these nights last?'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-4222352030080154331</id><published>2007-07-13T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:14:56.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, again. :D</title><content type='html'>Ahaha. I'm back. Wow, I'm updating more regularly. I wonder why, since we have a ton of school work, as mentioned in previous entry. Ehhh. I can't wait to find out my score is in Science. It's not like I am looking forward to it in a happy way, it's just that I want to find out and get it over with already. Get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to share a song with you. I love the lyrics and the song itself, you know, the singer. :)) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div id="r2FLvfVr5-3_U8Ltext"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This boy wants to play&lt;br /&gt;There's no time left today&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame coz he has to go home&lt;br /&gt;This boy's got to work, got to sweat&lt;br /&gt;Just to pay what he gets to get left all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's step outside&lt;br /&gt;Let's go for a ride just for a while&lt;br /&gt;No we won't get caught&lt;br /&gt;Well that's what I thought until we cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But it hasn't been easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That you had your reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Of all this emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For years I've been holding it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I've been holding it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This girl tries her best every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But it's all gone to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coz there's no one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This girl she can draw she can paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes to dance she can skate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now she don't make a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll play in the park until it's too dark for us to see&lt;br /&gt;Well we'll make our way home&lt;br /&gt;With mud on our clothes&lt;br /&gt;She won't be pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I've been holding it down&lt;br /&gt;And I'd love to forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try to put all this behind us&lt;br /&gt;Just know that my arms are wide open&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the more than I know&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to let this go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;/blockquote&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/33692251-4222352030080154331?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4222352030080154331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=4222352030080154331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4222352030080154331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4222352030080154331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-again-d.html' title='Hello, again. :D'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-7955508667693618701</id><published>2007-07-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:13:37.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think teachers secretly hate students. :)) Haha. These past few weeks, they have given us a LOT of assignments, activities, and projects. I have been counting, and we have been given approximately 40 assignments in the short time we've been to school. Now, let us all chorus.. "WHAAAAT?" Correct me if I'm wrong, but that is way to much. We're not robots, I would sometimes like to remind them. We can't do everything in a fast manner, and we also don't have enough time to do them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To stress on my point, here is a list of what I think students' after school schedule is:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;since we are already in HS, we normally go home at 4 pm. Let's say the ride home is for 30 minutes, and plus, you still have to wait for your other busmates, if any. You arrive home at 5.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;you rest and eat merienda. That takes about 30 minutes. You finish, 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;teachers and parents tell us to sleep early, but can that really be possible? Think ahead, and ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;so, skip, skip, skip. Most of us (of the people I talk to, actually) wake up at about 5. Soo. Count now, what time should we sleep..? So. We have to sleep at 9?! Uh. That's absolutely impossible to do. Ahaha. I only know ONE person who always sleeps at 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT! :) I LOVE IT. GAH. Nakakaadik! It's so funny because two teachers, Sir Aboga and another "Sir" whose name I didn't catch, read the back part and the mystery "Sir" even read the first chapter! Lui, Ellie, Alex and I are officially hooked. I can't even express my feelings for this book. AHAHA. We ar&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e so caught up in all this Twilight business, that only I (I think?) notice that Niqui is suffering. Why? Because she hasn't read the book yet! :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[EDWARD!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Momentary amnesia. I forgot what I was about to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I have no club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER 7!! :D -is uber giddy- Weeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---that is all for now. who are you?&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/33692251-7955508667693618701?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7955508667693618701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=7955508667693618701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7955508667693618701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7955508667693618701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8891787990464238475</id><published>2007-07-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:11:41.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Life is SUCK-ish right now. I hate almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Wow, what a delightful post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Sarcasm is coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;m&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;k&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8891787990464238475?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8891787990464238475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8891787990464238475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8891787990464238475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8891787990464238475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-7309400670240876010</id><published>2007-06-24T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:11:30.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week post. :) + Random stuff.</title><content type='html'>As promised, I bring to you...tenenenenn... a post about my first week of high school! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day before, I had unlimitxt so I kinda stayed up until about 11 o'clock. It wasn't because I had a text mate up to that time, but because I was anxious and excited (although I only admit it now) about the first day of high school. I think I went to bed at 10 but I just laid awake there for an hour. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY. As usual on the first day (and only on the first day, haha), I woke up early. Yeah, yeah, the usual routine. Eat, take bath, dress up. Then, the bus picked me up--- WAIT, this is too boring, even for me. HAHA. --- Fast forwaaard. --&gt; When I got there I don't know why, but I got really scared. Last year, I didn't have any particular one (?) with me, and I was afraid that would be the case this year. But, yeah, fortunately, Irvette, Bernadette, and my soon to be kinda friend Carla, was there. Yeah, we all talked, about stuff and then waited for the others to arrive. SKIP again. Sing, sing, walk walk. Up the stairs. Gah all those stairs. Haha. Okay, random. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ms. Michella Basilla was our CA for the second time. She shared, and we shared. They shared some more. Okay, so this is uber boring. Don't you think? /:) Continuing. Sometime near lunch (I don't remember) Ms. Basilla announced the sections. Our barkada (hmm) was unfortunately divided into different sections. There were Tutanes, Kim, and Rodriguez and Carla in the 1st, Colleen and I in the 3rd and Trixie, Irvette and Eliza in the 4th. When my name wasn't announced during the 2nd section, my heart just pummeled down. BUMMER. But yeah, I think that now I'm over it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Woow, this day is long. Let's just sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;           1. Ms. Miranda, the new filipino teacher, was our teacher-in-charge. I don't know if I like her, since she always calls on people. I've been called a couple of times this week. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;           2. Toot, toot and toot were my classmates. At first I thought I was very unfortunate to have them as my classmates, but I guess I'll just ignore them if I have to. :)) Mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;           3. Sandra and Alex are the people in front and at the back of me. They're fun. :))&lt;br /&gt;           4. Lui and Niqui too, are my classmates. Fun. :)) [Nildza's my lockermate. Wee. :))]&lt;br /&gt;           5. At the end of the day, it was hot (VERY hot actually) and I had to sit uncomfortably in front  of the bus. No offense meant.&lt;br /&gt;           6. Although this is not related to the other things on this list, I would like to say I am sorry for my grammar and all that in this blog. I know, it is very off. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, yeah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND, THIRD, FOURTH and FIFTH DAY. Haha, notice how I placed all the other days of the week together? Haha. I'm lazy all of a sudden. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another list? Okaay! If you insist!&lt;br /&gt;           1. These days were HOT. At least, outside of the classroom. I am happy to have the fan exactly above my head. :))&lt;br /&gt;           2. Recess is spent inside the classroom, just lounging around. Normally without any companions (please don't give a collective "aww") because I prefer it that way. :)) Also, it saves me the energy of going up all those flights of stairs. Lunch, however is done in the GS caf. And only twice in the HS caf. And no, we are not afraid of the high school students! (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;           3. Since I consider this week as a week of freedom (well, kinda), I read a book. Haha, it was funny stuff. :P&lt;br /&gt;           4. We met some teachers already. This set includes Ms. Saura, Ms. Herrero, Sir. Jaynos, Sir. Aboga, Ms. Hilario. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I particularly like &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Herrero (because compared to the others, she isn't boring) and Sir. Aboga (because I like the way he speaks; I envy him for his vast comprehension and his funny and wicked expressions). So, yeah. Just sharing. :D&lt;br /&gt;          5. Martha and Trish, binabasa niyo ba ito? :)) See, you have special mention! :)) These two are the most odd twosome I know. Haha. Ask me why. :P&lt;br /&gt;           6. Ha, I forgot the other stuff. Amnesia, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;giddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;about some stuff right now. :)) See the list below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Krystal Meyers (thanks Alex!). She has great stuff. Try listening to her songs "Together", "Collide", and "Beauty of Grace"; her site: &lt;a href="http://krystalmeyers.com/"&gt;the official one,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/krystalmeyers"&gt;her myspace&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Lemony Snicket. I love his autobiography. If you could call it that. I didn't really understand it, but it was funny nonetheless. :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Toot. =)) 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter. It was as if I was drowned in cold water and slapped at the same time when I didn't get one of those bookmarks. :)) Hahahaha, OA. :P But, really, I was a bit sad. At least I know that I'll get to read the 7th book because the UTs are before it. :)) Haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;, ano? Magaling pa ba ako magsulat? Pinapangit ko na 'tong post ko. :)) Hahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-----mix. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- Ang ganda nitong line na 'to (mula sa song ni Krystal Meyers):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;---Insecure and self-sufficient, building up walls instead of bridges.&lt;/blockquote&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-7309400670240876010?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7309400670240876010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=7309400670240876010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7309400670240876010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7309400670240876010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-week-post-random-stuff.html' title='First week post. :) + Random stuff.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8934610463544484972</id><published>2007-06-13T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:06:47.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Stricken.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time of the year again. And, no, I'm not talking about summer or Christmas or my birthday and all that. I'm talking about IT. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been fond of that tremendously nerve-wracking day. It seems like I've always been the loser and loner on this day. I don't know why. When the morning assembly comes, I go to my own place, try to chat up with a million people, but not one seems to want my company. To make things worse, I am called into a section where I know only a handful of people. AND, I am wedged into the people I really don't want to be with. (Sorry). During lunch, I casually smile and greet people in the classroom or in the hallway, but still, it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, things are looking up this year. Finally, I will not be alone on this coming Monday. Why, you ask? Because I have friends! Wooh. Haha. It's a first, but I have my friends with me during the first day of school. We're going to meet up in the MPB. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As greedy as I am, I made a short list of people I want and don't want to be my classmate. I'm cruel, I know. But, it does make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared about this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;1. Kapatiran. Why? Whyyyy? I have never been fond of dares and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. OLDER High School students. Again, why?!&lt;br /&gt;3. More school work. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;4. Having no friends. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;5. Having low scores. I've never really cared about this very much, but what'll happen if I flunk THIS part of my school life? Isn't this the one that counts when I apply for a college/university?&lt;br /&gt;6. All of those other stuff. I'll go on and on and on and on and on and on if I don't stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I finally went out with my friends in my village. After a year or so. It was definitely nice because I didn't even have to do any talking. They did all the work. Now, don't say they ignored me. Because they didn't. I just really like listening and observing and not talking. It's my "thing". HAHA. Kidding. But, yeah. It's been a whirlpool. They talk about nothing and everything. They're fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Why do I always put sections into my posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read some books this summer because of all that boredom. There was all of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madison Finn&lt;/span&gt; books (I decided to reread all 9 of them), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prom Nights from Hell, Twilight, New Moon, A Walk to Remember, Holes&lt;/span&gt; (read 2 or 3 times because this is what I used for the project), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt; (also for project; 2 times), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Without Seeing the Dawn&lt;/span&gt; (for school; 1 and 1/4 times. haha.),&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Canal de la Reina&lt;/span&gt; (almost finished-- one more chapter to go!). Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read AT LEAST two more books before the school year officially starts. Maybe it's because I'll never have the freedom and time and energy to read them when school's on-going. :P I'm going to read The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;. It says ------- because I don't want to say the book's title. Haha. "Why?" you ask? Because I don't want to. Haha. Just know that it's my brother's and it has an interesting plot. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. This was one long post. I wanted to tell you about the wedding I went to but, it's too embarrassing for my taste. Haha. Okay, dudes, 'til next time. :D IF there IS a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---mikah.mikah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8934610463544484972?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8934610463544484972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8934610463544484972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8934610463544484972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8934610463544484972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/panic-stricken.html' title='Panic Stricken.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-4604858644692704222</id><published>2007-05-24T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:04:05.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time. :D</title><content type='html'>Haha, I'm baaaack. After a long time of not updating, I'm finally back. Hmm. Now that I think of it, it's only been a month. I guess I just had to update. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I've been going out of the house this summer. I've been going out with my former (?) childhood friends (what?!). They're pretty fun, but I'm just in the background most of the time. I guess that'll never change. But, anyway, as I said, they're fun. Just like kids, they play patintero, taguan and all that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been procrastinating about the reading project again. Fortunately, I'm almost finished! Yes! One more day of finalizing and I'm gonna write it already. With that almost finished, I'm off to worry about the wedding! Grr, why the heck do I have to wear a dress? I really loathe the people who thought of these clothes. Grr. On Saturday (which I noticed is only 2 days away!) I'm going to fit it and... grr. Just grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must've noticed that I always complain and whine about my blog and that no one's going to it. Starting right now, I won't think about that right now. The purpose of this blog is to share my feelings and also to improve my writing skills, right? I guess I have to get over the fact that not that many people care about my life. HAHA. Sometimes, I really envy the people (mostly, they're college students [the friends of my bro.] ) who write so well! I mean, it's like it's so natural. I really wish I can right like that. Because, if all else fails, I want to get a career in writing. I think I can do it, I just have to practice more on being more creative, natural and attention-getting, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I still have a LOT to say, but I'm going to stop here because I think it's too long already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-4604858644692704222?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4604858644692704222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=4604858644692704222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4604858644692704222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4604858644692704222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-time-d.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time. :D'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1178558504587769750</id><published>2007-04-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:02:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenenen.</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be my last post. :) Why? Because I just like it to be. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm getting a move on with my reading project! Slowly but surely. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finaaal. My nightmares are about to come true. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have to wear a dress.&lt;/span&gt; Argh. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I erased the songs. :D No one's listening to them anyway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SONG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-1178558504587769750?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1178558504587769750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1178558504587769750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1178558504587769750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1178558504587769750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-post-i-hope.html' title='Tenenen.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5013999946345551140</id><published>2007-04-24T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:01:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking.</title><content type='html'>:: I think too much. The bad thing is, when I have to think for something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;important, nothing comes to mind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this reading project for instance. After reading the books (repeatedly), I still can't identify the stupid problem, goal, solution, ... etc. :| I asked my brother for help, but even he can't explain it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5013999946345551140?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5013999946345551140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5013999946345551140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5013999946345551140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5013999946345551140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking.html' title='Thinking.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-2641539583182704278</id><published>2007-04-19T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:01:28.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brilliant Invention.</title><content type='html'>At least 8 more weeks of summer to go. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I felt a bit accomplished. I read the book, entitled "Holes" by Louis Sachar, for the summer reading program. I planned on reading the small book containing 231 pages for 5 hours, and fortunately, I only had to do just that for 4 hours. Haha. I really enjoyed reading the book for the 2nd time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a bit worried about this project. Yes, I like to read books. Yes, I like Reading. But, I just can't decipher the Problems, Goals, Action and all that. The problem, most of all. *sigh* I'm just gonna have to try to do it. I just have to remember that I shouldn't put it off for the last week of summer and do it just then. No more cramming for me! Not when I'm already in High School next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, did you all know I like this anime called Ouran High School Host club? Haha, I was so addicted to it when I watched it for the first time! :)) Here at home, you'll probably be crazy because I babble on and on about it. Haha. *cough* Umm, my point here is, I found ANOTHER good anime. This time it's called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gakuen Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (or Alice Academy). In 3 days I have finished about 21 episodes, all about 30 minutes long. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was trying to sleep last night, I thought of an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;invention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that would help me and probably psychologists, therapists, doctors, inventors and writers out there. Haha. Now, you may think I'm weird, but I'm okay with that. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were a machine (one that's not large, of course) that can store all the thoughts and memories we have. It has to be compact so you can carry it around with you. Why choose this invention? Sometimes, I tend to think a lot and  I get a lot of ideas for stories (mostly fanfiction), suggestions in class, stories to tell to my friends, thoughts for projects and so on. The problem is, I forget those rather important ideas when something else happens and I'm not anymore in that state of thinking without distractions. (Do you understand? O_o) Haha. So yeah, what happens is that I have to try really hard to remember them, but it's normally useless. That's why my projects and works don't come out as I planned. Bummer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one day, one of you reading this blog MAY become inventors. Haha. Just remember this invention I have brought to you right now. :P Just remember it needs to be small, easy to carry, easy to handle (you know, for looking/listening to the memories [hahaha]), and only usable by the owner and ONLY the owner. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-2641539583182704278?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2641539583182704278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=2641539583182704278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2641539583182704278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/2641539583182704278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/brilliant-invention.html' title='The Brilliant Invention.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8664993027292449123</id><published>2007-04-15T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:59:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Speech :P</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Yet another day passes by and I feel as if I've accomplished nothing at all. Alas, I am not being productive at all. I want to learn stuff, meet new people and explore what I can do. Ha, but I can't really do that because of childish reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this blog. It seems like it doesn't have "me" in it. My profile doesn't even include what really makes "mikah" Mikah. Eh, go figure. My layout/template/skin (or whatever you wish to call it) doesn't even shout ME. It's just the color which I like; that's why I chose it. I guess I DO like my blog because it is evidently the ONLY place where people will listen to my thoughts and my (boring) life. Hah, but I guess I was wrong; no one goes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of it, A LOT of people have blogs. Almost everyone who goes online almost everyday. But why do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (of all people) have a blog? Have I been sucked in by the modern world and by my "peers" (if you could call it that) that I'm blinded by this seemingly harmless piece of technology we call BLOGS? Did THAT even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts and questions that stump me right now. Haha. I'm odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd really like to give this thing ONE last try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments? Suggestions? Curses? Bad-mouthing? Poking? Or whatever? GO and put it in my tag board. Thank you and have a nice day. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mikah, the unbelievably unwitty and still-confused human?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;-So sorry about this random and unorganized post. :P haha, just had to let all of that out, so please understand. Thanks. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8664993027292449123?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8664993027292449123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8664993027292449123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8664993027292449123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8664993027292449123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/will-this-title-be-seen-anyway.html' title='Freedom of Speech :P'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-5018728354459913922</id><published>2007-04-11T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:58:19.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring here. I'm doing nothing. I do things over and over and over. Wake up, eat, take a bath, TV, internet, TV, read some pages here and there, blahblah, sleep. Ta-da! Nice, eh? It's because I didn't sign up for anything. I wanted to learn the drums, but I don't know where to put them and who my teacher should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting tired here. I've known this Photoshop for a long time already, but I can't do many things I want to do. :| WHO KNOWS HOW TO PUT BORDERS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I went unli. Hahaha. I don't have anyone to text to anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took my report card a while ago. With it were the pictures and other documents. I looked ugly. :| As usual. Hmm. Some of my grades were okay, I guess. I got an 89 in PE. :| Ms. Ajerooo. :| Now I have two line of 8's in my card. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what we did last Monday?? :)) We looked at chickens all day. We fed them buko. And rice. :)) We were supposed to feed them some chicken but my mom said, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wag. Baka maging cannibals sila&lt;/span&gt;." :)) Whahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-5018728354459913922?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5018728354459913922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=5018728354459913922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5018728354459913922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/5018728354459913922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8953507741356885295</id><published>2007-03-30T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:53:25.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A load of nonsense.</title><content type='html'>Haha. It's been 17 days since I updated this blog of mine. Frankly, I am very depressed no one is going here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Woohoo? It's already summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had our graduation! Congrats to everyone! Congrats to the Honor students and the ones who received value awards! :&gt; (Gaby, ang galing moo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that MANY people are leaving. Although I must admit I don't have a close friend whose going away, but I do feel "kinda" depressed. And, they're the smart ones. Go figure. I just hope they'll have a good experience next year even though they're not in Assumption anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happening to me this past month? NOTHING? Basically we had the (deadly) practices where in many teachers became angry with us. Then, in the same week(s) we were given back our test results. I'm *pretty* satisfied with my grades but, as usual, I could've done better. I'm soo disappointed in my language grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before the Graduation, I was pretty shocked when one of our batchmates texted me. I didn't really think she knew me, because (no offense?) she was part of the "popular" group. Haha. Labo. But still, she was fun to talk to and I was really comfortable with her. We texted until about 11 pm. Hahaha. Anyway, I was supposed to give her my chat, but I forgot (actually, I forgot ALL my chat pics. I didn't even make dedi's .. so it doesn't really matter. :)) ). Yesterday, we still texted until late in the night (tama ba?) but I sorta messed up and now she's not talking to me. Uhh. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, It's summer vacation! But I don't have anything to do. I wanna learn something new but I just don't know what. I'm also pretty picky since I want the "thing" to be near our house and..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you understand this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, good for you, because it's non-sense anyway! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mikah.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG IF YOU WENT TO THIS &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt; BLOG. THANKS. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8953507741356885295?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8953507741356885295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8953507741356885295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8953507741356885295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8953507741356885295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/load-of-nonsense.html' title='A load of nonsense.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-7182542607067090903</id><published>2007-03-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:51:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Life.</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone. Expect this post to be looong :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the last week of academics and is the last week of formal classes. :D Um, I wouldn't want to make a novel here by writing down EVERYTHING, so I'd like to make an outline instead (haha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biglang naging &lt;/span&gt;organized?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I am HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;1. The tests are finished! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;2. We don't have classes tomorrow. Imagine, a whole day of doing nothing. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm done with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talumpati!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang babaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. I just found this reaaaally cool background image that you can see when you hover on links. Bwahaha. Example: &lt;a href="http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mah Blog&lt;/a&gt; Niceee, noh?&lt;br /&gt;5. Summer is HERE! I've been waiting for this season all year!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagaganahan ako gumawa ng &lt;/span&gt;skin. Who knows how to make one?! :D&lt;br /&gt;7. Hihihahahuhuhoho.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm STILL estatic even though I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ah! I'm happy because we submitted our Reading/AP/Language project last Friday. Not to brag, but, we have +2%! :))&lt;br /&gt;10. I can stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I am SAD/DISAPPOINTED/ANGRY (and all those negative feelings out there...):&lt;br /&gt;1. I have failed myself in the tests. CLE, Science, Math, Filipino, Language, Reading and AP were so hard. And the worst part is, we can't see our grades and have to endure the pain of waiting until they announce on Grad. Day if you are one of the Honor Students. Oh, how cruel life can be. :| I just really HOPE and PRAY that I pass (and get 95+? :D)&lt;br /&gt;2. My classmates are going to Eastwood today, and I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have no BOOK. :(( What am I supposed to do tomorrow?!&lt;br /&gt;4. No one is going to this stupid blog. Argh (number2).&lt;br /&gt;5. The DSL is not connecting to Y!M. Why?!&lt;br /&gt;6. ---------------------------------------- SECRET. Bwahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; weird, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi nilagay ko pa dito eh secret naman pala. BTW, ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Na binigyan tayo ng &lt;/span&gt;Secret the other day... :))&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;&lt;&lt; Akala ko pa naman naka-italicize yun, ang daming beses ko pa pinindot. :P&lt;br /&gt;8. Umm...&lt;br /&gt;9. I forgot everything I was going to say. :))   Things that I have noticed this school year 2006-2007:&lt;br /&gt;    1. Grade 7 is unlucky. All of our plans/activities have been delayed or affected in some way. Ehh, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;    2. I know a lot of people who have blogs. I never wanted to be one of them, for some reason, but it PULLED me in.&lt;br /&gt;    3. Think about it, have you ever chatted/texted batchmates, but when it comes to face-to-face moments, you can't even have the courage/humility to say even just a simple "Hi!" Why are we people so cruel to other people. I must admit that I'm sometimes like this, but mostly it's because I'm too busy/preoccupied with my thoughts to move a muscle.&lt;br /&gt;    4. We have a pretty great set of teachers. I must say that Ms. Twinkle is one of the best I've seen. Plus, she really understands &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; and our crazy situations. She's strict when needed but most of the time very carefree and friendly. I like her. :D&lt;br /&gt;    5. Most of the students buy in the cafeteria (sorry, or is it canteen) instead of having a FULL meal. It could possibly be because we have many things to do. But, why should we all be separated from our needed nutrients? Can't we all set aside even a few minutes?!&lt;br /&gt;6. 7-4= class of conferences.. Riiiight? Especially during the week of Confirmation practices.&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you notice that we are the graduating batch, but, we have LOTS of activities? Gah.&lt;br /&gt;8. Haha. Mostly, the groupings in discussion, projects and stations thingy are by friends. :|&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/33692251-7182542607067090903?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7182542607067090903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=7182542607067090903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7182542607067090903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7182542607067090903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-life.html' title='School Life.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-8849520101182152405</id><published>2007-03-13T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:47:41.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The torture is almost OVEEEER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bwahahaha. I'm so happy today... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go. I'm gonna study for Filipino and Math already. God Bless tomorrow! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-8849520101182152405?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8849520101182152405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=8849520101182152405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8849520101182152405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/8849520101182152405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/bwahahaha.html' title='Bwahahaha!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-3632573364846218521</id><published>2007-03-03T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:47:35.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;: HELE project. Observed. RP. Supermarket. Beginning: Happy. Ending: Sad. Generally, happy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;: READING project. Useless. Trixie and Mimi's crib. 10-6 pm. Status: ALMOST finished. Editing left to do. Should have used time more wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;: USELESS. LONELY. :| ARGH. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I can talk to is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niqui&lt;/span&gt;. Btw, I hate the people in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;pissed off post&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; don't mind this. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-3632573364846218521?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3632573364846218521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=3632573364846218521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3632573364846218521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/3632573364846218521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-1127202203252589285</id><published>2007-02-23T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:47:01.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The teachers are out to get us.</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasara ko na itong blog. I think.&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. This week was so tiring. Especially with the very annoying and strict confirmation practices. As I said in my status message the other day, THE TEACHERS ARE OUT TO GET US. Even though we didn't have any subjects (yay!), we did have LOTS of homework, mostly CLE and Math. We had 4 assignments for each subject. Umm. No, i think it was only (only?!) 3 for CLE. To make things worse, they were pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Stephenians had lots of conferences on Y!M this week, mainly to discuss and help one another with the assignments. That's not cheating, of course! :D I hope. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a good night's sleep these days, it's always 10:30 pm onwards that I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-1127202203252589285?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1127202203252589285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=1127202203252589285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1127202203252589285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/1127202203252589285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-hahas-but-huhus.html' title='The teachers are out to get us.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-757273782158620426</id><published>2007-02-12T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:45:52.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooo!</title><content type='html'>I only have some things to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Legacy hangover.&lt;br /&gt;2. The legacy was fun!&lt;br /&gt;3. Parokya was awesomeeee. Chito, it seemed, was really grateful that we were joining in the sining. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Did I mention the legacy was fun? :))&lt;br /&gt;5. Martha, Golda, Niqui, Kookoo and Pauline were my companions. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;6. Parokya was very funny too. Si Chito, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benta. &lt;/span&gt;One time, he looked at the screen, then he saw his messy hair and fixed it right then and there. x) Then, another time, he fixed his pants because they were starting to fall.&lt;br /&gt;7. I experienced Deja Vu so many times today. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAROKYA NI EDGAR=MAGALING. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-757273782158620426?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/757273782158620426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=757273782158620426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/757273782158620426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/757273782158620426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/whooo.html' title='Whooo!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-7481324188189412609</id><published>2007-02-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:47:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hegehege.</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone. It's been a long time since I last posted. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a very stressful time for me this late January and February since we're all so busy with the plays in both Filipino and Reading/Language/AP. I think we're doing okay in Reading, although there were some setbacks like costume and such. Want to know our topic? Ask me! It's very interesting. :D Haha! Ehem, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been both upset and happy with 3 persons, these days:&lt;br /&gt;1. This one's always trying to make me laugh, but I don't know what the heck he's talking about. He doesn't know anything about me, even though I've known him all my life. He didn't even know how to spell my name or how old I am! It just hurts me how I've got to see him every single day and not know how he doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show &lt;/span&gt;he cares. :|&lt;br /&gt;2.  This other one, just plain annoys me. She's so... desperate. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesnin! Haha! Since maganda naman ung sasabihin ko sinabi ko na ung name! Jesnin is super great to text with. She's one of my trusted friends, because she's the ONLY one I tell my secrets to. (I stopped saying my secrets to my friends when one spread my secret before. Bummer.) Then, she's always so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our Science fair. It was okay, i guess, but we didn't quite understand what Kuya Kim was saying. That's the problem with the MPB. That retched sound system. After that, we had our classes, reading and language. Then, during the Science period, we went to the Science fair. Haha, joking. :D The projects were okay, I guess. Actually, it was not that okay; the projects were pretty simple and even one was how to make a choo-choo train. We were supposed to shoot some hoops for plus points, but there was no more time. BTW: Alex, you can play bball?! I didn't know! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, music. Blah, blah. Peacocks, blah. More blah? Catch my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the fun part! The Science Gizmo. Although we were late, we had lots of fun! FUN, FUN, FUN! :) The electricity thing was fun! And it was the whole 7-4! After that, and all the others had dispersed, we came back and we were only about 4, the shock was stronger. :) I don't want to say the other things. I'm getting bored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, my mom picked me up so I could get my Gala Uniform: SUCCESS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here's the conversation I had with Pagearl... I mean Pearl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: pagearl! gets mo ung math?&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: agonogo?&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: ung khpon p?&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: ung #1 lng eh&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: *yeges&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: y?&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: ahhh...ako din!&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: ang hirap, mehn.&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: onga eh&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: hai..&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: ewan ko ba!&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: nwei,wagat sagagogot mogo saga #1?&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: (tama b ung g lang ko? )&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: yegep!&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: hagahaga!&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: lagabogo tagalagagaga!&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: wagat ngaga sagagogot mogo?&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: agakogo, **,*** (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toooot, secret! :))&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: igikagaw?&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: agakogo digin.&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: yagan lagang tagamaga nagatiging sagagogot!&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: hagahaga&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: ogongaga!!&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Tan: begentagah nagatigin!!&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: tagalagagaga!!&lt;br /&gt;Mikah Soliman: sigisege, agaligis mugunaga agakogo! kagaigin mugunaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[basta un! Haha! Buong day nga kami ni KIM eh, naggaganyan!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Bagay! Tagag kagayogo agah!! Bye!! Tag kayo ah! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I translated it, see? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_migikagah_&lt;br /&gt;_mikah ;)_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-7481324188189412609?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7481324188189412609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=7481324188189412609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7481324188189412609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/7481324188189412609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/hegehege.html' title='Hegehege.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-117995412088082517</id><published>2007-01-19T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:42:36.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post. :)</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to delete this blog. But, I thought that why would I do that when after some time I'm going to make another one? I always do that! I'm just going to have to put up with this SUCKISH blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened while I was gone. And obviously, I'm too tired to post them all! Haha! You know what, I've been on the computer since 12:30!! :)) And now, it's 6:16!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quarterly Tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CLE - A bit hard since some numbers (about 10?) weren't discussed.&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO - Hmm. Average. I don't remember anyway. I think it was easier than the tests last quarter.&lt;br /&gt;MATH -  Fair. At least this time I was able to answer everything. I just hope most of them are right.&lt;br /&gt;READING     -  INCOMPLETE. :|. Didn't answer about 3 questions. One concerning the food labels and the other on the connotation and denotation.&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE -    Argh.&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGE - Fair as well. At least there weren't questions on ******************* :)) ! :D&lt;br /&gt;AP -    INCOMPLETE. Maybe it's only me, but I found the last part hard. My mind totally went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When the time came, I was so nervous! Argh! I totally sucked. I probably looked like an idiot there in front! :|. And, I'm not blaming anyone, but the cheers didn't make things better, let me tell you. They made it worse since it was like they expected a lot from me! I have a low grade there, I can feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honors&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be achieving it at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We didn't pass the project for reading yet. Who knows how many points have been deducted now!&lt;br /&gt;2. Science- I have to get an impossible score of 94 for the next 2 quarters to make it. That's like me inventing a time machine: impossible!&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading- Very nervous about this. Miss said we have pretty low grades. :(&lt;br /&gt;4. Music: :|&lt;br /&gt;5. Filipino- Even though I've done better this quarter (i think) I also have to get 94 for the 3rd and 4th quarter.&lt;br /&gt;6. Science fair project- The fair is already on February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Don't let me put you down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some things to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.&lt;br /&gt;-One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.&lt;br /&gt;-If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&lt;br /&gt;-Is there another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;-Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;-Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;br /&gt;-If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;br /&gt;-If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Sorry! I was direct linking! :D&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Tomorrow will not be a rest day for me. It's because, I'm not sure, we are going to Irvette's house to work on our IProject. That's in the morning. In the afternoon, at about 4, it's Jesnin's birthday. :) I don't have a gift for her! Haha! What a good friend I am! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gonna sign off now. My eyes hurt. That's what you get after spending 6 hours on the computer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__peace out!___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-117995412088082517?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/117995412088082517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=117995412088082517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/117995412088082517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/117995412088082517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post. :)'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-4028509371629195716</id><published>2006-12-21T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:39:29.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icons for Youuu.</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter Icons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n236/Larisa_K/knockknock.png" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://x06.xanga.com/668097f2c653294243806/z9342994.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x39.xanga.com/23b007166473388108964/z9020202.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xc3.xanga.com/f15e77f15833388108971/z24303265.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x69.xanga.com/de4d41164033785085556/z55891998.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x5e.xanga.com/712a905b0653380699311/z54843331.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x7f.xanga.com/6ede64110113576959920/z14163986.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x1e.xanga.com/b08d12047613275608073/z48911757.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x39.xanga.com/0dfe06370613372498018/b13714602.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xf4.xanga.com/f09d224ad2c3594258637/m65820056.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x30.xanga.com/437856e0392b872083342/b22020165.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x46.xanga.com/f16032f15543394243882/b14745211.png" /&gt; (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Icons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xa1.xanga.com/e3cf160a1633070730369/b22031851.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xa3.xanga.com/6e3f4a317743370733953/b17057062.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x5c.xanga.com/89884052d274971051431/b4517007.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xd6.xanga.com/484e83fbc603072038854/b4811137.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xbb.xanga.com/d64c20316103272806609/z32825542.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/sicanorse2/school/z11753110.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x6b.xanga.com/59ae03e001c3171332198/b11020327.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x6a.xanga.com/a9f131e43833573307896/b5391558.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xe3.xanga.com/436f81313673173308530/b14734248.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x41.xanga.com/3eaf0067d543171176172/b20344701.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x65.xanga.com/95dc343a6253271367841/b32579669.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x5e.xanga.com/383f046a5463171176250/b20344587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang! Next time, I'll update. Too bored right now. Nothing interesting happening in my life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-4028509371629195716?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4028509371629195716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=4028509371629195716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4028509371629195716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/4028509371629195716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/harry-potter-icons-yeah-random-icons.html' title='Icons for Youuu.'/><author><name>LEE</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://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/sicanorse2/school/th_z11753110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33692251.post-116548430240884313</id><published>2006-12-07T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:37:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Mirucle. :))</title><content type='html'>This week has been a busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, we had 4 tests this week. One on Monday and three on Wednesday. Last Wednesday, we had a practice instead of our second period (ours being CLE). It was at the Assumpta Theater and it ended when Recess ended..haha. Many of us were hungry already and were worried because we were going to have our test in Science right after the break. So anyway, after the practice, we were given time to eat. Then, we had our Science test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The science test was pretty okay. Still, no test can be a test unless there are questions you really have to think about. That's why it's called "test" because your knowledge and thinking skills are tested and tried. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Language, we were given the chance to study for the test in filipino. Zarah gave me something to think about: that if we don't practice now for the legacy dance, we wont have any time left other than the time for lunch and breaks. Since the legacy will be 2 days after the Christmas break, that only gives us 2 days to practice. Plus, I don't even think that we're FINISHED with the dance, there are still steps to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. The Filipino test was fairly easy since the questions were in the BOOK. I was lucky that I went over those parts, because if I didn't I would be a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubs were replaced by the practicing, once again, of the song for the production. Some teacher (all grade 7, you all know who this is) was very, very, very annoying. Won't go into the details because there might be some who will tell. Anyway, he/she was so irritating. I even complained to my mother and brother that he was crossing the line (another idiom??). He/she is always looking for the faults or mistakes of people, he/she always makes fun of people, calls out names, and always thinks he/she's better than us. Now, I know this is not the place to complain about people but I really am angry. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then. Now's the time for the happy things. Yesterday, when I reached home, I ate (which I do do)[?!], and then, I watched TV. After that, I amazingly went to work on my HELE project. It even surprised me how interested I was while I was doing it. Basically, I did something productive!! Would you look at that!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finished my poem in one hour (another miracle!) and also planned part of the design. Then, I just finished that thing for Filipino where we have to give the meaning of words in Ibong Adarna and use them in sentences. These days are quite full of miracles! And, I haven't stopped there! I'm just about to print the poem out!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I end this pretty long post by telling you to read something. Whether it be novels, dictionaries, encyclopedias, fan fictions I do not care. Just read! That is all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116548430240884313?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116548430240884313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116548430240884313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116548430240884313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116548430240884313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/himala.html' title='It&apos;s a Mirucle. :))'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116485684921932509</id><published>2006-11-30T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:34:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyper!</title><content type='html'>Hello again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in YM everyone in grade 7 was so pissed off and panicked. It was because of the storm and probability that the legacy would be either postponed or cancelled. Coincidentally, one of the parents just called me at this exact moment and told me that it will be moved to January. Bummer eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto happy news. Haha, I'm so excited to share my knowledge with you, but unfortunately, I don't want to! Haha, personal eh! But it's fun! Funny and fun! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I was about to say something, but I completely forgot. Wait, let me think for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few fanfiction reads later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nada. Still can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings have happened to me, so that's what I'll talk about instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been called about 8-10 times these past two days. It's weird, since only 1 person calls me regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Assignments: Math--Can't understand one thing. Cle--many to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whoa! I've just realized! Since there's no school tomorrow AND on Friday, it's already the Unit test on Monday! Whoa! Oh, no! I'm not ready at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Super bilis ko mawalan ng load sana lahat kayo globe na lang para tipid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Okay, I know. I've also chat with a lotta people: Kat I., Kat P., Nildza, Camille, Camille, I dunno. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sige, boring na ito:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you notice that this post is not completely english? Normally it is but this one isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mikah + Mikah = May kamay ka! haha.. salamat Maiqui haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Another equation! Mikah = Hyper!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I will now end this post, if you would call it that with a word: &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;SWEET!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116485684921932509?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116485684921932509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116485684921932509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116485684921932509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116485684921932509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/hahahahyper.html' title='Hyper!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116427625416937295</id><published>2006-11-23T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:31:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair time. :D</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, it's our annual school fair. This year it's called "Cirque".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very tiring and exciting and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring: we practiced for a long time for our dance for the legacy. Before today, we had only practiced the first part of Gimme That, but today, we already practiced the "battle" of the groups. I am in the third group which has the songs 1 2 step and Fergalicious. Mostly, Tricia Roxas was the one who taught us the steps. We're very lucky to have her there since the other(s) were not there and were doing something else. Anyway, some unfair thing happened, but like Alex, I won't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our section (Stephenians!) was the final one who performed. It was pretty okay, but we had a limited space to dance in and I made two mistakes. Haha, when someone called my name, I got distracted. (Jesnin.. /:) :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting: For other people. Fair tomorrow. Not feeling it. Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad: Section 4! You all know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really have to get away from the computer! Nowadays, I hang out here for 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go, I would like you, my friends and readers-of-this-boring-blog, to choose a signature for me! I am letting you choose because you will have to see it after every post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by me and Chosen by you!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r99/mikahs_7339/maykamay.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r99/mikahs_7339/mikahs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r99/mikahs_7339/basic_03.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r99/mikahs_7339/mikahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the first one was made especially for this skin, today. The second uhh...I dunno when, but long before this skin was chosen, this also goes for the third one :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.-haha..wala lang :) naaaliw lang ako sa pangalan ko. At, sige, pagtawanan niyo ako! haha... :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116427625416937295?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116427625416937295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116427625416937295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116427625416937295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116427625416937295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/fair-na.html' title='Fair time. :D'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116419515066112660</id><published>2006-11-22T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:28:24.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, have you noticed the new song? It's on the sidebar (I would suggest the first song more than the second one!). Anyway, what do you think of it? Is it okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, it's been pretty busy (as usual) especially with the fair and legacy so near. Speaking of the legacy, many of us in the class is pretty miffed and angry about something concerning the dance. Me included. Grr. I won't post it here, however, because I don't want to cause any commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair: only 1 day to go. Tomorrow, we will be preparing the booth for grade 7 which is called Pit stop. I don't really get the mechanics and what I'm supposed to do. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reading-slash-CLE project is almost done. Well, the poem writing part, at least. For those who are not grade seven students, the project's really fun. We get to make a poem, turn it into a song, using your own melody and create an album art. Now, what's more fun than that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the legacy. Finally, my mom will sell at least 5 tickets to her colleagues! Yess! Err, that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get off the computer now, I've been on it for -checks clock- O_O Whoa. I've been on the comp for 3 hours already! Gotta stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- Who get the math thing on the book. Hello? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116419515066112660?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116419515066112660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116419515066112660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116419515066112660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116419515066112660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/whoa.html' title='Whoa.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116357413054756682</id><published>2006-11-15T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:26:41.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing I've learned.</title><content type='html'>Today, I learned one thing: Always have a key of the house with you. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,  I learned this the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as you all know, we are half-day, because of the PTC. Anyway, I arrived home at about 1: 50. Ate Jai (househelper) took a pretty long time to get to the door than usual. Still, my bus left me. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that no one was in the house. After spending 10 minutes just sitting there, I look at the back of the house and call out to my ate's. Still, no answer. For another 10 minutes, I look at all the nooks and crannies (?) for any key, but still, nothing. For (STILL) another 10 minutes, I look for anything I could wear, since it was VERY very hot...argh. Soo...I found some clothes, and although I don't like to admit it, I changed my clothes, right then and there. That's another 10 minutes. Just joking. I guess I forgot how the other 10 minutes were spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I waited outside the door of my own house, wearing my uniform, on a very hot day, without a key. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! So, finally, Ate Che came! Yehey! Then, I went inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, having just spent 40 minutes of pure torture, in my brother's room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA....Anyway, I'm going to edit this later, and I'm going to put a little something for my BROTHER who is celebrating his B-DAY today! (Oops, still nothing. -btw, this is Mikah, from the future. It's not December 29. :D-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, were done, I hope you've had some fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Where'd that come from, again? /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116357413054756682?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116357413054756682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116357413054756682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116357413054756682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116357413054756682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-thing-ive-learned.html' title='One thing I&apos;ve learned.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116332580476899526</id><published>2006-11-12T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:23:58.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skins, school, music and books :)</title><content type='html'>I have a new skin. It's pretty okay but I still want to change it into a more perfect skin (wait, perfect is already superlative, right?). I mean one that's more suitable for my personality. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been okay, I guess. Except for those pesky subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino: I didn't really get a failing grade. My score didn't go down, either. It just went up one point. Nervousness is what I feel, since I may not be in the running for Honors anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE: line of nine, but at the bottom of it. *cough90cough* :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envi Ed: I don't want to talk about it. May affect my score in Science. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers already loaded us with lots and lots of assignments! Sorry for complaining, but come on! It's only the first week since the end of Sem Break and we're already sleeping late! I know the third quarter's only short, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since school started, I've probably downloaded 30 songs into my iPod. Mostly My Chemical Romance and Good Charlotte and Teddy Geiger. By the way, download Teddy G's song A Million Years and She's On My Mind! They're pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a good book! I'm craving for one! It's like this, I wanted to buy one by Bob Ong [funny, funny guy] but I didn't want to spend my parents' money, so I didn't. Anyway, I'm just going to borrow from the library. SO. Any suggestions? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all, people! I'm on a mission to promote (haha) my blog more so that more will visit it. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116332580476899526?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116332580476899526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116332580476899526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116332580476899526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116332580476899526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/skins-school-music-and-books.html' title='Skins, school, music and books :)'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116278972530461699</id><published>2006-11-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:20:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rather Short Post.</title><content type='html'>-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, once again, I got operated on. What a great way to start and end a Sembreak, don't you think? /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This break, I haven't been productive whatsoever. I just went on the internet everyday. Read a book or two, listened to some music. You know, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also submitted my story to &lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/"&gt;ff.net&lt;/a&gt; and it already has 5 reviews, 2 alerts and 7 favorites. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEOPLE:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, help me find a good enough skin! Please? Pity the dude, now. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116278972530461699?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116278972530461699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116278972530461699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116278972530461699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116278972530461699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-rather-short-posthaha.html' title='A Rather Short Post.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116238503841880505</id><published>2006-11-01T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:17:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Trivia Tips! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="main"&gt;NOT ENGLISH. xD&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got this [site] from &lt;a href="http://sc2lliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ate Marie's site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Mikaela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To check whether Mikaela is safe to eat, drop her in a bowl of water; rotten Mikaela will sink, and fresh Mikaela will float.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ganun?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mikaela will always turn right when leaving a cave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[haha...laboo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham Lincoln, who invented Mikaela, was the only US president ever granted a patent.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [i..was invented by Lincoln?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rhinoceros horn is made from compacted Mikaela. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha..ulit..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Native Americans never actually ate Mikaela; killing such a timid prey was thought to indicate laziness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[okaay...kinakain pala ako...timid prey?...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's bad luck to put Mikaela on a bed.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [labooo...!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On stone temples in southern India, there are more than 30 million carved images of Mikaela. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ooh..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mikaela cannot be detected by infrared cameras! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[yeah...totoo ito!! :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you kiss Mikaela for one minute you will burn six or seven calories. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[bwahaha!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you cut Mikaela in half and count the number of seeds inside, you will know how many children you are going to have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[soo..wala namang seeds sa loob ko eh..not unless kumain ako ng seeds or something...whaha...laboo!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="padding: 4px; background-color: rgb(95, 95, 66); color: rgb(207, 207, 149); text-align: center;"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may comments pa talaga, ah..:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ui, people wala pa rin akong magandang skin.! *nudge-nudge* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116238503841880505?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116238503841880505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116238503841880505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116238503841880505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116238503841880505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/top-trivia-tips.html' title='Top Trivia Tips! :))'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116219056983105836</id><published>2006-10-30T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:16:52.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation!! Proceed. With. Caution. Haha.</title><content type='html'>This morning, because of my eye problem, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we went to the Hospital&lt;/span&gt; to get it checked out. As usual, we first went to the third floor, then to the seventeenth. There, I, shockingly saw Ms. Baranta [spelling?], but of course, she didn't know me. She is not my teacher. Yeah, the doctor checked it out, and unsurprisingly, he said that I needed to have an operation AGAIN as soon as possible, so that the puss will not come out on it's own. If that would happen, there would be a scar and my lids wouldn't look the same. Anyway, because he was only available on MWFS, he scheduled me for today, that exact time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after going back to the third floor to get a slip of some kind, we went to the OR. As usual, lab gown, slippers then, waiting. After about 5 minutes, they got me a wheel chair and a weird nurse-slash-doctor kept saying all these things. She kept saying to everyone that they were pretty, hahaha!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Then, the operation began! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's how it goes, pretty simple actually:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They ask me to lie on the operating bed.&lt;br /&gt;2. They put on a hair net thingy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They clean my face with this black liquid thingy that feels tingly.&lt;br /&gt;4. [This is the worst part.] They use this eye thingy to numb my eyeballs! Sounds painful, but, it really isn't; it's liquid.&lt;br /&gt;5. [Actually, this is the worst.] They use an injection, to numb the eyelids. The first one is the longest and the most painful. He used another 3 injections. The last two, I didn't really feel.&lt;br /&gt;6. Then, I don't know. I think he scrapes off the puss, [sorry, disgusting] then, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird things about the operation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Took only 10 minutes to finish.&lt;br /&gt;2. They put you in a wheel chair, but the distance is only short. Only about a few meters or so.&lt;br /&gt;3. The other doctors in the hallway stare at you while you are pushed in a wheelchair. Me: Don't they have work to do?! Haha. Joking!&lt;br /&gt;4. Cooold...and, that's bad for me, since I'm wearing only a thin gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you guys know that the operation I had today was probably my 6th or 5th time? The thing keeps coming back and what's weird is that it only happens on my left eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my experience in the Hospital and hope you all liked it! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you noticed that I had no idea of the things they used in the operation process. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s.-I hope you read it. It's interesting, at least for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.-Happy SEM BREAK!&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/33692251-116219056983105836?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116219056983105836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116219056983105836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116219056983105836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116219056983105836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/10/operatiooooon-proceed-with-caution.html' title='Operation!! Proceed. With. Caution. Haha.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116194328059296778</id><published>2006-10-27T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:13:20.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky of me..</title><content type='html'>Life sucks. Well, for me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will speak in English once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was probably one of the most unluckiest days of my life. And, it's not because we lost in the first game in basketball (that was okay with me, because they're still pretty good [blue, I mean] and they tried their best :D) but because of other stuff. Today, I admit that I wasn't in the best mood. Half of the time it was my fault because I got so irritated so easily and half it was because of something/someone else. I'm not going to name people because that would be too mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason today stunk is because the whole day my body ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the drama. I need some help, people-who-visit-my-blog-&lt;br /&gt;who-I-think-don't-come-here-anymore, can you suggest a blog skin? I really have a hard time looking for a decent one in blogskin, and I really can't make one of my own, so help would be highly appreciated. Thanks :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, one more day to go before SEM BREAK! woohoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Good luck to blue! You can do it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116194328059296778?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116194328059296778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116194328059296778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116194328059296778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116194328059296778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/10/unlucky-of-me.html' title='Unlucky of me..'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116133248792406573</id><published>2006-10-20T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:11:34.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Life of Ours..</title><content type='html'>Realization: It's been a lot time since my last update. Sorry to all those people there. If there are people. It's just that there are a lot of things going on at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests: I don't know if it's of my own doing, but every single test this quarter has become harder. Almost every grade of mine went down. Especially in Filipino. :| If I don't get 95 and above in the quarterly test, I won't get any honors. Not unless the UT scores don't count much (which is unlikely.) But it's not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance: Yes! Finally, dance is over! Every day, we practiced. To add to that, I think my group was great! :D BUT (yes! there goes the big BUT) I didn't smile. :| I only smiled when the people told me to smile. Eh. Who would smile, anyway, when in that kind of situation? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities:&lt;br /&gt;1. Science- Environmental education project&lt;br /&gt;2. Math- Portfolio&lt;br /&gt;3. Filipino- Essay about values&lt;br /&gt;4. Language- Presentation (wenk)&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading- Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;6. CLE- Test! Portfolio thing.&lt;br /&gt;7. AP- Poster thang.&lt;br /&gt;8. PE- Dance, duh.&lt;br /&gt;9. Music- We met for Music 3 times this week. Movie, test, test: fortunately, I got to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Computer- Quarterly test. :| Hands-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'll be changing my skin soon. People are saying it's too plain (not that I'm saying it's not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mikah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/33692251-116133248792406573?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116133248792406573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116133248792406573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116133248792406573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116133248792406573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-life-of-ours.html' title='Busy Life of Ours..'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116031380587209415</id><published>2006-10-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:04:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read It and Weep. House MD. Inkheart.</title><content type='html'>We're super busy (again.) Do last minute homework and all that. I'm getting lazy already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to write here is about the movie "Read It and Weep" which was just shown on Disney just fifteen minutes ago. Haha! It's awesome. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I like it so much because I can really relate to it. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to be that good of a writer (like Jamie). Watch it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things on my mind right now other than school. I'm currently reading Inkheart and watching House MD. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Until next time again! It's already 9:15 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116031380587209415?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116031380587209415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116031380587209415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116031380587209415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116031380587209415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/10/read-it-and-weep-house-md-inkheart.html' title='Read It and Weep. House MD. Inkheart.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-116019918672631967</id><published>2006-10-07T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:59:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird. Haha.</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, school was hectic. It wasn't as busy as previous weeks, where we had loads of assignments. We practiced for dance. It's a good thing, too, because we found out (in the nick of time) it was only supposed to be two minutes. Our group is GOOD. :D Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Members: &lt;/span&gt;Lyka, Alex, Kookoo, Pauline, Raye, Tricia Tutanes, Eden and Kat. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trip is on Tuesday! - I still remember the clown from It! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of hahas. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, is the thing on the side okay? Because I want to put a lot of this there, but some may say I'm copying them, even though everyone's doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, we went to the dentist, then I found out that my braces were to be taken out on April! I was thinking, "What?! I thought they it was supposed to be on November?" But, anyway, there's nothing I can do about it. My teeth suck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now! Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- I'm saying random stuff, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-116019918672631967?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116019918672631967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=116019918672631967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116019918672631967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/116019918672631967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/10/laboooohaha.html' title='Weird. Haha.'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-115936050896093067</id><published>2006-09-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:53:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, dude!!</title><content type='html'>Nildza! Sorry! I don't why your account keeps messing up while mine works just fine. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we have no classes. It's a good thing because I didn't have the chance to finish studying. Hahaha. But what if there are classes? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sick. What does it matter, though. I'm still going to school tomorrow anyway, if there are classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boring, right? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/gallery/displayimage.php?album=1934&amp;amp;pos=2"&gt;New mugglenet picture. From the 5th movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-115936050896093067?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/115936050896093067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=115936050896093067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/115936050896093067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/115936050896093067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-dude.html' title='Sorry, dude!!'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-115916753551014821</id><published>2006-09-25T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:50:26.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random..</title><content type='html'>Hello. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the grammar and stuff. I'm a bit sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not submitting my fanfiction! Those who know nothing about fanfiction, these are stories that are made by 'fans'. Like them, I also make stories about Harry Potter. I just really hope it gets accepted not because I've been trying to submit for ten times. Yes, I suck that much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the results of the Language test were given. Mine was okay but I wanted something higher. In Reading, it still wasn't given because we had SRA. Science wasn't given because our teacher Ms. Evee (?) said that we couldn't have it since the other sections haven't taken the test yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's our Class Encounter. I don't know why, but I'm nervous about the open forum. Maybe because I feel guilty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sama ko kasi. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. I just hope that you didn't fall asleep while reading this dull post. If you did read the whole thing, congratulations to you! A very big achievement you have just.. achieved. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-115916753551014821?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/115916753551014821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=115916753551014821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/115916753551014821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/115916753551014821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/09/random.html' title='Random..'/><author><name>LEE</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-33692251.post-115710374807490292</id><published>2006-09-01T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:45:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post.</title><content type='html'>First post. Er, I don't know what to write here.&lt;br /&gt;I notice that I always delete my blog. I don't know why, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you all like this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. There. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mikah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33692251-115710374807490292?l=lost-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/115710374807490292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33692251&amp;postID=115710374807490292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/115710374807490292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33692251/posts/default/115710374807490292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-confusion.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-post.html' title='First Post.'/><author><name>LEE</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>
