<?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-24392118</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:51.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're gonna be the one that saves me,,,, &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-116159616138205429</id><published>2006-10-23T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T02:36:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back here, cause I remembered I have no friends there. My friends don't have xanga yet, I'll just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-116159616138205429?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/116159616138205429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=116159616138205429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116159616138205429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116159616138205429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-back-here-cause-i-remembered-i.html' title=''/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-116110348667716971</id><published>2006-10-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:47:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are an accident. and you`re my favorite one. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might start a new blog. Xanga. Having a hard time looking for layouts in blogspot. At least there it would be a lot easier, and they have other cute stuffies you can put in your blog. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I might only. `Cause there`s a lot going on, and I don`t know if I have time for any more of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later late. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-116110348667716971?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/116110348667716971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=116110348667716971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116110348667716971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116110348667716971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-are-accident-and-youre-my-favorite.html' title='We are an accident. and you`re my favorite one. &lt;3'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-116091590860883231</id><published>2006-10-15T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T05:46:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises are meant to be broken.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I said that I'd continue my last post, but here I am starting a new one. I just forgot what were the other parts of my babble. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished everything I needed to do. It was a relief. Only the Social quiz I didn't end up memorizing everything in the book. It's sad. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about changing my layout, but there's no time anymore. Exams are this week, and I'm scared on what the outcome might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hmmm... some of my classmates went here for the Computer project, they wanted me to teach them. It's not because it's hard, it's because &lt;strong&gt;they didn't listen&lt;/strong&gt; to our teacher when he was discussing the project. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the Social quiz tomorrow, I might flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you I've been the class pariah now? =)) =)) I'm an outcast. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; used to belong;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;used to know everything about everyone. From TV up to the latest music and latest electronics stuff, but now I'm the last to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught up in my own little word. I guess the borderline between the nerd and me, is that I get to listen to...well...music and that I get to read teen books. Well, technically I don't have time to read, school activities get in the way. And yeah, the only thing that makes me different in the slightest way from a nerd, is that I don't wear glasses. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I don't have time for myself anymore, and if there ever was, it would be...sleeping. And a little bit of the internet. I wish I were ordinary again, like before. Where I don't study too much, and yet get good scores. Days when I get to watch t.v. whenever the fucking hell I want, cause there are no fucking projects to get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irresponsible student. That's what I want to be. But I can't. People expect too much. Way too much, that it's becoming overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just there to make it suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've said this a million times before...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-116091590860883231?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/116091590860883231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=116091590860883231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116091590860883231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116091590860883231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/10/promises-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='Promises are meant to be broken.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-116073360858298865</id><published>2006-10-13T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T03:00:08.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I trust this dialect to convey the right effect?</title><content type='html'>Woah, it's been so long, people. A week or two, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened, that I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happened like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big blackout. It was irritating- 6 days of no electricity. Almost a week. It was retarded, I swear. I started appreciating  nature. =)) =)) I know, it's so unlike me. Lol. I love candles now, to be honest. I'm getting mesmerized by looking at it, and I feel so sad for people who lost their roofs and their houses fallen by trees. Our street looked like a jungle, minus the wild animals. Lol. But hey, I was lucky, I only experienced a 1-day blackout. We have a generator. ;;) :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school. We made-up for the lack of classes. 2 Saturdays. I hate that we have to suffer from the blackout, but I love that we don't suffer from their activities in school for 4 days ( minus the weekend). Unfair. First, because it wasn't &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; fault that the typhoon came. Second, we have a humongous amount of work to do - assignments, projects, quizzes etc. Third, I hate it because Saturday, is the only day I could rest, from the stress they're giving us. They're practically going to make it 3 Saturdays, but they didn't cause we have exams the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. exam. Typical arguments. Typical Class president. And typical non-followers.*ehemmeehem* Lol. We're sticking to Hawaii, me and my other two friends, and the others they're performing Spanish and Spanish dance. Yes, they're two. Apparently, the typical president is being typically annoying and practically - yes, practically *rolls eyes*- copying the other Spanish people's dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino. It just had to make extra pa. Our teacher wanted us to do the next quarter's activity now, so that we can finish it early. Yes, he is enthusiastic at the same time, being annoyingly agressive about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher's demo for something. I was the star. =)) =)) =)) It was a video-taped demo. She has to pass it to some professor. I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was the star, only if the battery of the video camera didn't die. Sad, right? And I didn't attend the demo today, cause I had an X-Ray for the braces I'm going to have. Sad, right? What am I going to look like? : :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue this later, loves. :-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-116073360858298865?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/116073360858298865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=116073360858298865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116073360858298865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/116073360858298865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/10/should-i-trust-this-dialect-to-convey.html' title='Should I trust this dialect to convey the right effect?'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115928694230822814</id><published>2006-09-27T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:15:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope this post starts a craze, the kind of post that ignites the airwaves.</title><content type='html'>Today was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up wayyyy later than the usual time. Fucker. I woke up around 6 :30 am, so I was like cramming, I thought I wouldn't reach school. =)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. was fun. Hawaiian. Pearly Shells and Hawaii 50. The dance was... hilarious. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced here in our house today. It wasn't technically a practice, the boys just played DOTA. Well, the girls did their assignments. How good little persons we were. ;;) We played patintero afterwards outside our house. I didn't know how to play anymore. I sucked. Sucked, sucked, sucked. =)) =)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out new songs today, Errol kept downloading stuff here in LimeWire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you're wondering why I am still up, I slept a while ago. I just finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all pray, I wake up early tomorrow. *Crosses Fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I found something ironic. How come she talked to me about that thing when she was saying mean things about me -because I was doing it-  to her friends behind my back? Sometimes she can be a very... spontaneously "nice" person. The minute she saw my friend while she was talking with her friends, she became all nice and inoccent, like she wasn't saying any fucked up things about me. It is true, but did I ever get told by it? Noooo, because it's not "illegal" Miss I-get-everything-right-and-I-never-make-mistakes-only-people-unlike-me-do. Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons121.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons121.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115928694230822814?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115928694230822814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115928694230822814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115928694230822814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115928694230822814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hope-this-post-starts-craze-kind-of.html' title='I hope this post starts a craze, the kind of post that ignites the airwaves.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115919630634272812</id><published>2006-09-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:14:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe in so deep, the air is blessed you share with me.</title><content type='html'>A post every day, is very unsual. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a suuuuper lucky day. We didn't have those overrated chek-up tests which were just for class standings. Today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pau bumped her head at the door when she was trying to open it. Kat made a sort of embarassing moment again. Those were fun to see. I was the only person who saw those incidents. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my calculator today; I left it at home. What a fucker. So I had to borrow. And English was retarded. I thought I heard her say "Japanese Literature" not "Japanese Traits". It was annoying. I got three mistakes, no matter what she decides on if their answers are correct, I wouldn't be getting benefits either. Lucky them, they listened. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Mix Tape by Brand New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Laurel got me freaking out in class. He told me since I got Top ! ... I should go solo on the project for 3rd quarter, since I got Top ! whatever this quarter. Was it my fault that I got that position? But it would be unfairly evil, if - God, I hope to still be in top !- I go solo. When was being good ever become this hellish? Lol. Save me. But anyway, I still don't know yet what the outcome might be, but I still pray I get it, even if there are consequences awaiting. Lol. Solemn much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a much better mood than last night, maybe too much ham sandwich is good for me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh have I mentioned that Kat's eldest sister and my ever so vain eldest brother knew each other since they were both in college? But anyway, Kat said it was "destiny". Whatever. I shall warn her sister, my brother's kind of a... the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you like funny?" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her sister's like suuuper pretty; unlike her. Kidding. They're so not alike, I don't even see any resemblance. She's adopted maybe? Kidding. Love you, Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We officially have a theme song : What I've Been Looking For.&lt;br /&gt;We sing that song whenever we're together, so basically that's what we've agreed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's hard to believe that I couldn't see, that you were always right beside me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fun to be with; sometimes annoying. But yeah, she's fun. And she's carefree. And super smart. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Crust -- I got that from some boards thing. Funny, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye...uhmmm...people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115919630634272812?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115919630634272812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115919630634272812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115919630634272812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115919630634272812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/09/breathe-in-so-deep-air-is-blessed-you.html' title='Breathe in so deep, the air is blessed you share with me.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115910793484199010</id><published>2006-09-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:25:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She gets the skills from the pills, she gets the pills from the skills.</title><content type='html'>I didn`t end up finishing everything I had to do. And it sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I finished the basics and the most important stuff. It was a relief to have finished all the things that had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted, that what I wanted to do right now is to relax - which I am doing right now - and forget whatever`s gonna happen tomorrow. But I can`t do that, can I? My life is so complex, not just because of school but also with personal matters, it`s a bit mixed, I cannot sort it right. I pray tomorrow`s gonna be fine, or else I`m toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I hate what I used to love before. It`s fucked up. Everyone wants to bring you down, even in the simplest way. If I had one wish, that would be not waking up for some retarded reason. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m just here to vent and vent and vent. Why does she always have to be good in everything, and have everything that I have always wanted? Why does she want to take everything away from me? I know it'` unintentional, but somehow whenever we're together, there's tension, an awkward tension, like whenever she comes around, I want to hide and not ever speak to her - but I can`t do that she's my friend, I can't say she's &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; bestfriend because I feel irritated standing next to the person who you`ve conjured being you in a dreamily way. I hate that the person I wanted to be, is with me; talking to me, laughing with, having arguements with and doing things with. And now the new friend I have found to replace her was well... getting close to her. I envy her in so many ways, and it`s bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share so many things in common, that she does without even getting strained. I have done things which weren't nice, that I got caught for, but never did once she got caught; hers was even worse than mine. I feel like we shouldn't be friends, she's way overrated and I'm... underestimated. Eventhough I have this some sort of thing with everyone, I don't really feel... unique or maybe different, like I'm missing out on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day she shoved at my face how correct she was in what we did, I felt down and annoyed, annoyed to her, to the people who follow her, so I felt mostly annoyed to myself. Consequently, I avoid being with her at all times possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might even quit the club I had joined in, Comm. Arts Club. I might even quit the band too. I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I just don't want to be associated with her in any way possible or even be connected to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodramatic much?! I guess I could say that. Hey, I'm venting, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye fuckkerrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon354.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115910793484199010?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115910793484199010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115910793484199010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115910793484199010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115910793484199010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-gets-skills-from-pills-she-gets_24.html' title='She gets the skills from the pills, she gets the pills from the skills.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115897526354853138</id><published>2006-09-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:34:23.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning.</title><content type='html'>Hey all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging right now. 9:00 am. I'm about to eat breakfast in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be blogging right now, I have tons to do :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math Portfolio ( It was given ages ago, but I was...busy? Lol. I was lazy.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book Report in English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie Review (The Last Samurai) in English again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interview someone for Filipino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Studies and T.L.E and Fil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fil. assign&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta go,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115897526354853138?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115897526354853138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115897526354853138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115897526354853138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115897526354853138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/09/morning.html' title='Morning.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115883407555740913</id><published>2006-09-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:09:14.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>My recent posts made me smile, some made me laugh so hard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't edit my recent posts even if there were a lot of typos and shallow contents. It was fun to read, actually it was hilarious. With just a short time, I feel like I've matured a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "why oh why?" expression made me laugh. It sounded unlike me... it was... dorky. Lol. And I noticed I've had some wrong grammars along the way, but I don't mind- people make mistakes. That was... nerdy? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just reading my posts to amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Uh-huh. Bye now. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115883407555740913?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115883407555740913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115883407555740913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115883407555740913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115883407555740913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/09/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115867609901372414</id><published>2006-09-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:33:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, it's been so long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the cheering competition. We're going home early to watch it- but I'm not. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. It was ordinary. I haven't felt pissed off but happy at the same time in a while. It was... refreshing? Lol. I was hurt by someone today. &lt;u&gt;Not&lt;/u&gt; a boy. Lol. She should've been considerate on what others might feel when they say mindless retorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we're not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; friends anymore, you don't have the right to treat me like that and vice versa. I know I havent' been the nicest person since that unwanted incident, but hey, I still do smile when you're around right?- this is just ugly, ugly, &lt;i&gt;ugly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I told you I'm in a band now? Well obviously not, cause I haven't been blogging. Stupid question. Lol. We don't have a name for the band yet, but we're going to join a contest; the San Lorenzo thing. I was supposed to be the &lt;u&gt;vocalist&lt;/u&gt; (no comments needed. Lol.), but they wanted me playing either bass or rythm. Ouch. They wanted rock songs, so basically, I cannot sing those type of songs. Haha, but whatever, at least I get to join. Although I don't know &lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;how&lt;/b&gt; they picked me. It was a mystery. Ask my classmates, I play like a loser. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, need ta sleep. After dismissal tomorrow, I'mma watch John Tucker Must Die. :&gt; :&gt; With my sister, and my cousin, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and also tomorrow, my Uncle from the States is coming home and staying for a week or so. Ha, it's gonna be awesome; presents, malling, moo-vies, and parties- definitely means reunions and non-stop singing. Can't wait. :&gt; :&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you noticed how many Lol's I put? They were too many to count. Lol. Oops. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause life is yours to cherish. But it's also yours to lose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115867609901372414?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115867609901372414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115867609901372414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115867609901372414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115867609901372414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115781237827270094</id><published>2006-09-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:33:41.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Heyy. I know, haven't been updating in a looooong while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I was supposed to go blogging last night, but my blog won't open so I resorted to changing my profile colors and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to tell yesterday, but now I'm left with nothing, the things I only remember were the victory party and the jamming yesterday (if you could call it that) and oh, the debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the victory party last week I think was messed up, I got pissed of by her again, okay so I changed my mind, I am never ever going to apologize to her. She's the worst teacher's pet ever. Omg, does she really have to give all the nice foods to our ever-so-not-helping teachers (well most of them). Psh, as if they're gonna make your grades go up by giving them all those food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were fun moments and embarassing moments for me. Haha. For the first time I sang, in front of the whole class, well technically I sang with a microphone while sitting on the floor. It was embarassing, I have never sang in a crowd. I sang 'Akap' by Imago, then uhm, I played a little bit of guitar. And we took pics on Maine's phone and I sang and sang, and then there, I forgot na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and here's the messed up part, we got scolded by the evil person again, she's too evil to even mention her name. And Daisy was pissed of and she turns to uhm a scary, temperamental person when gets pissed off, so we didn't formally sing. And we're thinking of forming a band, but yeah, I think that's not going to work. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang Felipe, you didn't get the chance to sing High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate was about whether a criminal should be senteced of lethal injection or not if he did something wrong, and I was on the side of the pro-lethal injection people. Because for me it's a &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt;. The debate yesterday was... unfair, we're supposed to win, it's just my sort-of-patriotic classmate had to mention the government and all, he contradicted what our leader  had said when he's our groupmate, so we lost, and the evil person won again. Feels like everything's on her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's going to change. Everyone's seeing who you really are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and yesterday also I went to Daisy's house, 'cause she promised to teach me how to play the drums. And I made Kat come along, along with Mae, Pau, and Jea and Felipe also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I am the slowest person to be ever taught. First, guitar then drums. I think I am the only person who has no talent, other than talking. =)) =)) =)) And I kind of feel bad for myself. :( But I will try my hardest. Since apparently, my guitar and I are quite getting along now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go, if I don't my mom will start to lecture me with the iPod thing while chatting with her on YM. And I have other ways of getting it, not only by her. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not getting a new phone any sooner, and it sucks. The PC's hacked again, so I'm using the laptop, and I don't have any music to listen to, so PureVolume's my LimeWire for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's crappy, I don't get anything in return for... well...stuff. And we all know, it's so hard to do the best when you don't get... well...stuff. Lol. It just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's like that, it's... well...crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm editing this post because I've had a lot of typos from last night's blogging, it's a Sunday right now. Shit, I still have to study for the Check-up test in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'd rather read the It Girl than to study other countries cultures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Eunice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115781237827270094?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115781237827270094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115781237827270094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115781237827270094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115781237827270094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115657504331695815</id><published>2006-08-26T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:50:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday was fun. Well not so much. Haha. It was a complete relief, because the Linggo ng Wika's yesterday, well technically, it was over since last week I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was selected as a participant for the LNW so we danced the Ba-Ingles  8 times this week. Two last Tuesday, two for Wednesday, Thursday &amp; Friday. I'm just relieved because I wouldn't miss any of my classes anymore and have to catch up with new lessons. But hey, it brought something good- I got an additional point on my card, even if it was just P.E. It matters. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, I got home early from school yesterday, around 2 in the afternoon. Even if the classes were shortened because of the deliberation thing, we did a lot of things. Especially T.L.E. Isometric drawings are not for me, I swear. The 'H' isometric drawing was for hardass teacher. Dammit. Good thing, my brother's pro with these sort of stuff, I shall ________. You fill in the blanks. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I shall read now, Because I'm Worth It, only a few pages left. :&gt; :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My posts are just starting to get boring as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I feel like I should apologize to her. And I have my &lt;b&gt;own&lt;/b&gt; way. Doing favors or reciprocating her good deeds. Weee, I feel guilty of what I did, but the question is, what did I really do actually? But yeah, saying sorry's much better, but I don't know if I have the guts for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If &lt;em&gt;there's a reason&lt;/em&gt;, it's &lt;strong&gt;lost on me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll be &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt;, I guess &lt;em&gt;we'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Contemplating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115657504331695815?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115657504331695815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115657504331695815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115657504331695815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115657504331695815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday_26.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115657502507972831</id><published>2006-08-25T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:50:25.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday was fun. Well not so much. Haha. It was a complete relief, because the Linggo ng Wika's yesterday, well technically, it was over since last week I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was selected as a participant for the LNW so we danced the Ba-Ingles  8 times this week. Two last Tuesday, two for Wednesday, Thursday &amp; Friday. I'm just relieved because I wouldn't miss any of my classes anymore and have to catch up with new lessons. But hey, it brought something good- I got an additional point on my card, even if it was just P.E. It matters. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, I got home early from school yesterday, around 2 in the afternoon. Even if the classes were shortened because of the deliberation thing, we did a lot of things. Especially T.L.E. Isometric drawings are not for me, I swear. The 'H' isometric drawing was for hardass teacher. Dammit. Good thing, my brother's pro with these sort of stuff, I shall ________. You fill in the blanks. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I shall read now, Because I'm Worth It, only a few pages left. :&gt; :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My posts are just starting to get boring as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I feel like I should apologize to her. And I have my &lt;b&gt;own&lt;/b&gt; way. Doing favors or reciprocating her good deeds. Weee, I feel guilty of what I did, but the question is, what did I really do actually? But yeah, saying sorry's much better, but I don't know if I have the guts for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If &lt;em&gt;there's a reason&lt;/em&gt;, it's &lt;strong&gt;lost on me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll be &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt;, I guess &lt;em&gt;we'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Contemplating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115657502507972831?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115657502507972831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115657502507972831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115657502507972831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115657502507972831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115624456606135187</id><published>2006-08-22T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:02:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We lost. It's sad. Everyone's tired. Everyone's sick. And some of us cried. Well, half of the class actually, excluding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was humiliating, to lose infront of 300 people excluding the parents who went with their children. We only got an average of 86 % compared to the winner who got an average of 95 %. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt; 90 and 92. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; 88. Sorry wrong info in the last post. We get 88 in the exams not in the final grade. So it was a bit 'kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the people in our class was sick. Some has fever, flu and cough. And unfortunately, I carry those three illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, almost half of the class wept, as in wiped out. It was devastating, to see everyone cry like that. Even I, got teary-eyed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expected so much from each and everyone of us, it wasn't our best of course, because everyone was sick and tired from yesterday's activities. We would've at least gotten the 2nd place if everyone was in their best conditions and cheerful manners. But yeah, we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to accept mostly to the Cypress students, because teachers expected us at our best, being the first section. I kind of have accepted the fact that we would not get the 1st place, but still in pretention I still do wish the upmost for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also our fault, we thought we could do it alone without the help of others. We thought we could think of unique and creative ideas, but we were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned from our mistakes, and we hope never to repeat it again. I cannot say that what we did for the past weeks were a waste of time and a big mistake, because each of us learned something from it. We learned to accept the truth and accept that not everytime, the people you thought that has the best, may sometimes have the not-so-best of everything. It also wasn't a waste of time, because we had fun and bonded with our friends and even connected with the people you thought you'd never get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to our leader, who has helped us through so much, and even though we've had some conflicts, thank you. And I'm sorry I didn't see how much effort you've put through and pull through in getting us together, and making us a whole just for this Sabayan. Thank you and sorry. Just don't ever think this was all your fault, (because you made it seem like it earlier) each and everyone of us has their own mistakes.Just don't ever think we'd blame you for losing, because we would have lost long ago if you didn't have this cool and funny ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey at least we still have a place. Third place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congratulations (!!!) to the Mahogany people - you guys kick ass. Well, you kicked our asses of course. Kidding. Btw Eric, everyone in our section is going to rip your head off. You were just a wallflower there, Socrates. &gt;:P And also to the Gmelina people. The black &amp;amp; white faces, were soooo... Michael Jackson. Kidding. You guys did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the victory party??? And most of all, are we invited? :&gt; :&gt; :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the Cypress people, it's done and we can't change it anymore. It's already in the past, so all we can do now is change the future. Lame =)) =)). But yeah, there's next year. And we shall kick ass! Whatever. But will there be anyone applying for Sabayan choreographers next year? Kidding. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we shall focus on our studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to Sir Yepez, for giving advices and tips, even if it was all too late. But, thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Light up, light up, as if you have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Better luck next time,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115624456606135187?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115624456606135187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115624456606135187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115624456606135187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115624456606135187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-well.html' title='Oh well.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115613364373978503</id><published>2006-08-21T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:14:03.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erased.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. I didn't go to practice today. I'm dead and my classmates are mad at me. Well only some. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted my last post cause I'm pretty sure someone might have told her about what I wrote here. Don't worry Mara, it's not you. Kidding. =)))) Basta I'm having this feeling that one of her friends read it and then told her. I'll stop now or I'll be dead tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head keeps on aching, stupid fever. &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, good luck to the Cypress people tomorrow, we shall &lt;s&gt;kick ass&lt;/s&gt;. Scratch that. We shall do our best tomorrow. Or else we'll get a 90 on our card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I have a feeling we'll win, cause we're fighting. =)) And you know how that works with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I'll love some of you. Kidding. Good luck to the Cypress people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My brain's twisting,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115613364373978503?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115613364373978503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115613364373978503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115613364373978503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115613364373978503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/08/erased.html' title='Erased.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115511600206133755</id><published>2006-08-09T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:36:00.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name-calling is &lt;3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wahaha, I started calling some of my classmates weird nicknames. Daisy is cupcake, Blessie is gummy bears, Ana Gail is sugar donut ( I don't know how I came up with that, it was just weird) Lol. Cheekz is honey bunch, and oh well, I'm manong. =)) =)) Mine is just jologs. Daisy kasi ehh. =)) =)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang I have nothing to blog about, so here I am typing the most random post of my blog. And btw, I call Errol autistic and Felipe see-through. =)) =))  We use those nicknames when we want to annoy each other, esp. when we're pretending we're dykes or lesbians, and as for Errol and Felipe's case, nothing, I just call them like that, because it's true. Kidding. I know, completely gross and weird. Who could blame us? Apparently, there are no hot guys around, so we hit on each other. Kidding. Lol. =))&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;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Big test tomorrow wish me luck,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115511600206133755?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115511600206133755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115511600206133755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115511600206133755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115511600206133755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/08/name-calling-is-3.html' title='Name-calling is &lt;3.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115427053560850931</id><published>2006-07-30T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:46:24.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey everyone. I am back.&lt;/span&gt; =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday was fun and a bit lost. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the Florante At Laura play...finally. I'm just glad we already did, cause it's giving me a headache with their profound words in the book. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off crazy, bestfriends were losing their bestfriends, and students were going crazy looking for their advisers. They were lateeeeeeeeeee.  Just bad examples. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine, Cheekz, Daisy &amp; I were in the same bus and we did a lot of retarded stuff. We ate a lot, and took weird pictures of ours on Daisy's phone. We &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt;threw Daisy's phone outside the bus. =)) =)) =)) And yeah, I got high again, and said "hi" to the drivers passing-by. I know, jologs. =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we weren't with our advisers, so we met up with them na sa AFP. After that we ate in the bus and after that went in-line and went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were watching the play, the guy who plays Florante was having a husky voice. At first we thought it was his normal voice, but then as the play continues, his voice got hoarse, and I can hear it vaguely. There was even a part where he was suppose to shout and say "Menandro!" but then it came out like, the voice of an old man. =)) =)) =)) So me and Daisy laughed so hard, it was so loud that even the Florante guy heard it and smiled a little, because he too laughs at his own voice. =)) =)) And one of the cast speaks so loud that when he said "taksil' he spat on him and we saw it, it was like... spit shower. =)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right before the very start of the show, when we got in, I've had a little bit of an embarrassing moment. Everyone looked at me. And started saying mean things. Ugh, it was sooo... embarrassing? =)) =)) It started because this girl from the other section was suppose dto sit on the seat next to this other girl but instead she left one vacant seat, so I had to move on the next row, farrrrrrrrrr from my friends. Err, we fixed it though, Maine kind of made a seat plan on who's gonna sit on who's seat, and it all worked out. *does the happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play we saw students from other schools, which were...err... not hot. =)) =)) And it sucks big time, because we have our name patch on our uniforms, so they called us by our first names, though we didn't even know them personally. &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we got outside, omg, there were hot guys na!!! Nge. =)) Basta, we saw someone who was cute, the guy in a blue shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I had a problem when I was about to get home cause my partner in my project had an agreement that we'd go to the mall right after the play. But she forgot about it, basta I'm tamad to make kwento cause my eyes are starting to get itchy. Our stiry that time was like so close, but yet so far apart. Hahaha. Good thing I saw Luigi at the mall and asked me if I wanted to come with him to go see his &lt;u&gt; girlfriend &lt;/u&gt; and our other classmates. And I called Kat as to where she was, and decided to meet up with her in National. Basta magulo. Okay, so to those who saw us, he has a girlfriend, and we are friends, close friends. So don't make a big deal about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon369.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon369.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really feel like putting song lyrics in here anymore, instead, I'll put quotes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Best friends are what you need most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday was fun,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115427053560850931?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115427053560850931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115427053560850931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115427053560850931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115427053560850931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115383888259995273</id><published>2006-07-25T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:26:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes are back. ):</title><content type='html'>Okay so yeah, last post before classes starts again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm just always ruins the good parts of not having school, like if ever we don't have school tomorrow ( basically that's not going to happen) the day after that will be the Recollection, so basically we're not going to have classes, which is a good thing. But this is just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows? You know who knows? I do. I'll know tomorrow, around 4 a.m. Muhaha. Eventually, everyone will, I won't be the only one. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote two poems today, I was inspired by someone, she just wrote a really good poem and I loved it. I still have to read more and more to expand my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Blessie right now, she's so much fun to chat with. We only get along in YM, but in school we barely talk to each other. We both don't know why we're not close in school. But who knows right? You know who doesn't know? I don't. How lame. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma go now, we're talking about weird smileys right now and...and..it's creeping me out. There are so many weird smileys, like the silly icon, I &lt;u&gt; hate &lt;/u&gt; that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I am conscious of time, to lose, to spend too much, to spend unwise." &lt;/span&gt;-- that was a line from the poem that I read, it was really well-written, if you could just read the whole poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your eyes tell everything, they are the world to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They said you can wait forever for me, but how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my forever had already ended because right now I'm with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going in circles&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where to go, where this will lead us.&lt;br /&gt;All I know that if we ever get tired from doing this&lt;br /&gt;My love never stopped going in circles just to find its way back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot's being an ass again, I couldn't put an icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's my icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to put,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115383888259995273?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115383888259995273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115383888259995273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115383888259995273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115383888259995273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/classes-are-back.html' title='Classes are back. ):'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115370701278528321</id><published>2006-07-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:21:20.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONA</title><content type='html'>No Classes Today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because PGMA's gonna ramble today about our country. Wohooooo...not. Well at least it brought something nice, no school today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I just wanted to post, I'm chatting with a few people right now. Alexx &amp; Jae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking for a new layout, so yeah. I'll be back maybe laterrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck to GMA, I hope she fools more people, on how great the country is to live in, trust me dear, I won't be one of them. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About Y-O-U:&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lot of friends? Uhmm, yes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your family? They're okay. Just sometimes &lt;b&gt;hard &lt;/b&gt;to get a long with.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music do you like? Almost everything, just &lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;techno.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever run for president? Uhh, like... NO. :)&lt;br /&gt;Is there a song lyric that you think reflects your life? Yes, a mixture of like not getting committed to someone else and the ones like you're really happy but deep down inside you're hurt. Something like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Random:&lt;br /&gt;What color is your tooth brush? Green. :)&lt;br /&gt;Were you anti-boy bands back in the days? No, I loved them when I was 6 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;What type of survey questions do you hate? The relationship surveys, sometimes they're a bit lewd.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that you need to have all of the time? The internet.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use? Pantene.&lt;br /&gt;Conditioner? Pantene.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel guilty easily? Yes. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you constantly think someone is mad at you? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you find yourself at all eccentric? Somehow, yes/&lt;br /&gt;Are you bossy? I think I'm not, because I constantly think that whenever you're the leader someone's always mad at you, and I don't like leading so basically, I'm not. =))&lt;br /&gt;If your father was your age and not your father, would you be friends? No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you involved in school activites? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do people call you any names that bother you? All the time. &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;What`s your family situation? All of them are old.&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing? An orange one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you...&lt;br /&gt;Brushed your teeth? This morning.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to a rap song? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to a rock song? Right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Got a phone call? Just now.&lt;br /&gt;Made a phone call? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school? Last year, I think? :D.&lt;br /&gt;Felt guilty? Today.&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming? Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping? I haven't been to the mall for months. =)).&lt;br /&gt;Got a 100 on a test? You mean like a perfect score? If so, then last Friday. =))&lt;br /&gt;Were insulted? Probably a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;Smoked? No. :D&lt;br /&gt;Drank? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sworn? All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Lied? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated? Yes. =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home? Nope, but getting there. JK. =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to leave a party/"get-together" because you felt uncomfortable? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Questioned your existence? All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Been on a cruise ship? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school? MS.&lt;br /&gt;What`s your school mascot? We don't have any. :))&lt;br /&gt;School colors? I don't even know if we &lt;u&gt;have &lt;/u&gt;school colors. =))&lt;br /&gt;When do you have lunch? After three subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Who sits next to you in english class? Cheekz.&lt;br /&gt;Do you take a foriegn language class? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate school? Yes. No. Sometimes. It depends, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Would/have you ever dropped out? Almost.&lt;br /&gt;Where`s your locker? I don't have a locker, because I don't like putting my stuff there. :)) Weird.&lt;br /&gt;What`s the best thing about school? Free time and Intramurals. :)&lt;br /&gt;The worst? Tests &amp; drafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Random Questions.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been insulted by a stranger? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you make plans around your TV schedule? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What color is your alarm clock? Pink. :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy cooking? No.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to start a hot new phrase on your own? Yes. A lot of times, in school.&lt;br /&gt;..And succeeded? Yes, because I make up weird phrases.&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to write a book? Someday, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the 80`s will come back? No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever stuck a condom in your shoe? Uhh like, no...and it's gross,. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an amazing lover you`d like to tell us about? If so, go ahead: No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those who cry and cry after a 2-week relationship ends? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do those people disgust you? Depending on how old the person is, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you excessively flirtacious? No.&lt;br /&gt;Virgin? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Willing to give your whole life so a relationship works? No, I'd never be sure if the person you're willing to give it to is &lt;u&gt;that &lt;/u&gt;worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Do those people annoy you? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen Star Wars: Episode II? Yes, and that's the only Star Wars movie I've seen, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did Dodgeball have a point? No, not for me.&lt;br /&gt;What did you think of the ending of Coyote Ugly? Haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie sequel? Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;Worst movie ever? Hellboy, he should burn in hell. =)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random questions!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a MySpace? yes, only I don't have a picture yet.&lt;br /&gt;Online journal? Yes, this one. :))&lt;br /&gt;Niece/nephew? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What`s the grimiest thing you`ve ever done? I don`t know.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cellphone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know all the words to "American Pie?" I used to. =)) All I know is that, it's the only song that has never repeated its lyrics. :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy taking internet quizzes that tell you about your personality? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Taking surveys where you tell the internet about your personality? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what a "nimphophobiac" is? Nope. =))&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in god? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dressing do you use for your salad? I don`t put anything.&lt;br /&gt;Blue or black ink? Black.&lt;br /&gt;Ever written a love note? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you call people strange things? Yes and I'm sorry. :))&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to church? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a kite as a kid? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I take a vitaman supplement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never been to New York.&lt;/b&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I get mostly A's and B's on my report card.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking Home Ec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;People tell me all the time that I'm photogenic. &lt;/span&gt;(Not all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm born in the month of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My astroligical sign is Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even believe in astrology.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Canada at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;If I lost my lipgloss, I'd probably die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When I draw people they usually look like stick figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelly Clarkson gets on my nerves. &lt;/b&gt;(Sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have an iPod. &lt;/b&gt;( An MP3 but not an iPod)&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the classic rock station on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on someone who's two years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll eat anything you give me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a picky eater.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually more of a cat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I prefer Lays to Pringles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On school days I wake up around 6:00 a.m.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love Trix cereal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still buy happy meals.&lt;br /&gt;My toenails are painted right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've skimmed through the encyclopedia for no reason before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The floor of the room I'm in right now is wooden.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the French Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My school doesn't even have a French Club.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy gardening.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a single favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a computer in my room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chewing gum right now.&lt;br /&gt;I had a taco for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I can't play a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I had a British accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't like crepes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music is my boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to listen to rap.&lt;br /&gt;No, actually, rap is crap without the 'c'.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of The Spinto Band.&lt;br /&gt;I love The Spinto Band's music.&lt;br /&gt;I play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;I play field hockey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have, like, 17048710284 inside jokes with my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have some type of phobia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I still have Barbie dolls/action figures from when I was a little kid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather shave my legs with a nail file than actually ask my crush to a dance. They can ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yahoo! is my e-mail provider.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist buying Tabloids.&lt;br /&gt;I get payed less than minimum wage.&lt;br /&gt;When I first meet people, I usually hate them right off the bat, but then later I think they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;I really love metallics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Math is probably my worst subject.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My reading level is above what the average kid my age is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm 14 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't understand why guys think that if they act perverted you'll like them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have personally met the person who's site I got this survey from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not vote for Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really mad now because the movie Napoleon Dynamite rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I laugh at kids who try to dress gangster.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They seriously need to bring Boy Meets World back on the air.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with labeling people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People tend to label me, but I don't really care.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do label me, and it makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't think I even have a label.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't have my driver's license or permit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movie theatre popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Harry Potter fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I never notice people's eyes color, unless they point it out to me. &lt;/span&gt;(Only the blue ones. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I spend waaaaaay too much time on the computer.&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't have a bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy was awesome before, but now that they got on MTV, they've sort of lost their awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;MTV makes me mad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But the Andy Milonokis Show rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the little kids in my neighborhood, and the big fat ugly one next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I have to take pills for depression. &lt;/span&gt;( I used to, and I used to take therapy. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like bolding surveys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular survey sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was a survey. Obviously. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon301.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon301.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Wish me luck &amp;amp; hope to die,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/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/24392118-115370701278528321?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115370701278528321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115370701278528321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115370701278528321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115370701278528321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/sona.html' title='SONA'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115366527874526098</id><published>2006-07-23T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:36:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Sunday. &gt;:P</title><content type='html'>Today was uhmm... irritating. That's all I cannot ramble anymore because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; might react when she reads this, and put neverending minuses on Values. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be glad, I'm still nice and all I do is make sarcastic comments about how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 minutesssssssss&lt;/span&gt;, turned out to be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hour and a half&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;:)  Ohh, I'll shoot you up &amp; die like... NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are fun parts of this uncoordinated day, we saw someone, who was...hot! Hahaha. :)) And we made stupid stuff along wth my friends and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; nice things about a lot of people who aren't nice. I know, right? ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go, super exhausted cause I woke up around 4 a.m.-ish and haven't slept since then. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us die all, &lt;s&gt;let us live forever.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon260.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're &lt;/span&gt;Retarded&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; choke &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just wait,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115366527874526098?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115366527874526098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115366527874526098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115366527874526098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115366527874526098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/tiring-sunday-p.html' title='Tiring Sunday. &gt;:P'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115339707799903445</id><published>2006-07-20T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T05:04:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Classes Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NO CLASSES TOMORROW. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, I repeat, No Classes Tomorrow, well Second Year girls only. Muhaha. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's because the boys are getting redeemed tomorrow, or they're going to recollect, basta they're having a RECOLLECTION tomorrow. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're gonna have ours on the 3rd of August. Good luck to the guys, I hope they get redeemed tomorrow or whatsoever. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for me, I'll still be the girl who's on the "dark side" ( Katrina) waiting for the day. August 3rd. I need a pray-over. Wehhh. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My classmates keep telling me that I should go back to the way I was or who I was, cause I was a much better person before, but as I listen to them tell me that was just hard to process. Cause I thought that maybe as we grow older we'll do more mature things and make more mature decisions, but I was wrong, I made the one mistake that I may or may not change. The things I do now were the things I despised the most when I was younger. I guess people really do change-- and I'm one of them. We'll see where I'm headed, I just have to promise that I won't screw up big time before it's all too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough of being emo. :| ( Yes, that's the face of an emo-ish person, expressionless.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway today was fun, we did a lot of things, but weren't that hard, so it was okay. And btw, I'm coping, coping in Business Math, I get acceptable &amp; passing grades now. :)) And drafting with graphing paper is so much easier. :&gt; Trust me, if things are like this, then it's heaven. Exaggerrated. I know. But my only problem is...Math. I know how to solve it, I'm just careless in reviewing it. So long patience, you &amp;amp; I aren't meant to be. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I'm dead again. I got told again by him cause of what he thought I said when I honestly didn't say anything. Sigh, she's being paranoid again. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm the next one, cause if she keeps telling things that doesn't exist, then yes, I'm heading in paranoia world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, no classes tomorrow, I can use the comp for hours! &gt;:) Muhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"People ask me if I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; in forever and I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; help but {{sit back}} and &lt;em&gt;laugh &lt;/em&gt;because with the way my life's going, I &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; even believe  &lt;em&gt;tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I can't wait till I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( No song because I have a quote. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon297.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon297.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You told things I never said out loud,&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;But I was afraid you might get hurt and would think it wasn't true&lt;br /&gt;Because all things I would say was about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;A person I could lean on when everything's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong, you betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;The betraying part wasn't the worst part,&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is, I couldn't have my bestfriend in all my times of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I wrote those again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You killed me well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115339707799903445?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115339707799903445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115339707799903445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115339707799903445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115339707799903445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-classes-tomorrow_20.html' title='No Classes Tomorrow.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115339675599526299</id><published>2006-07-20T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:59:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Classes Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NO CLASSES TOMORROW. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Again, I repeat, No Classes Tomorrow, well Second Year girls only. Muhaha. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's because the boys are getting redeemed tomorrow, or they're going to recollect, basta they're having a RECOLLECTION tomorrow. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We're gonna have ours on the 3rd of August. Good luck to the guys, I hope they get redeemed tomorrow or whatsoever. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As for me, I'll still be the girl who's in the "dark side" ( Katrina) waiting for the day. August 3rd. I need a pray-over. Wehhh. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My classmates keep telling me that I should go back to the way I was or who I was, cause I was a much better person before, but as I listen to them tell me that was just hard to process. Cause I thought that maybe as we grow older we'll do more mature things and make more mature decisions, but I was wrong, I made the one mistake that I may or may not change. The things I do now were the things I despised the most when I was younger. I guess people really do change-- and I'm one of them. We'll see where I'm headed, I just have to promise that I won't screw up big time before it's all too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enough of being emo. :| ( Yes, that's the face of an emo-ish person, expressionless.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway today was fun, we did a lot of things, but weren't that hard, so it was okay. And btw, I'm coping, coping in Business Math, I get acceptable &amp; passing grades now. :)) And drafting with graphing paper is so much easier. :&gt; Trust me, if things are like this, then it's heaven. Exaggerrated. I know. But my only problem is...Math. I know how to solve it, I'm just careless in reviewing it. So long patience, you &amp;amp; I aren't meant to be. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I'm dead again. I got told again by him cause of what he thought I said when I honestly didn't say. Sigh, she's being paranoid again. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm the next one, cause if she keeps telling things that doesn't exist, then yes, I'm heading in paranoia world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, no classes tomorrow, I can use the comp for hours! &gt;:) Muhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;"People ask me if I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; in forever and I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; help but {{sit back}} and &lt;em&gt;laugh &lt;/em&gt;because with the way my life's going, I &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; even believe  &lt;em&gt;tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I can't wait till I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( No song because I have a quote. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon297.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon297.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You told things I never said out loud,&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;But I was afraid you would think it wasn't true&lt;br /&gt;Because all of the things I would say was about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;A person I could lean on when everything's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong, you betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;The betraying part wasn't the worse part,&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is, I couldn't have my bestfriend in all my times of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I wrote those again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You killed me well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115339675599526299?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115339675599526299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115339675599526299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115339675599526299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115339675599526299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-classes-tomorrow.html' title='No Classes Tomorrow.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115278905147830744</id><published>2006-07-13T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:12:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Puchaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; May pasok na bukas. Wahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the storm have to leave on the last day of school this week??? Why oh why? Wah, the storm, betrayed me, we made pact. ( yeah right) Whatever, I still don't feel all hyper for school tomorrow, I might turn into a monster tomorrow, cause I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not ready to recite the poem tomorrow, and I'm definitely avoiding Drafting, though I know it's impossible, but still I want it to be a little delayed. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so gotta go &amp; cause my Dad's being a parent again. Wahaha. And by parent I mean telling me to study or review. Asar, may classes pa kasi ehh no, hayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me with the saddest eyes&lt;br /&gt;The one that I have never recognized.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles so brightly&lt;br /&gt;Only to be followed with a quiet cry&lt;br /&gt;The one I can barely hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she did it again&lt;br /&gt;The one where you can feel pain&lt;br /&gt;like an emotional drain.&lt;br /&gt;Something hit me the time she broke down, the time she looked at me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was something more&lt;br /&gt;Something more, that is unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;Like the time she was weak &amp;amp; vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time she smiled as well as her heart, was the time she knew she was in love.&lt;br /&gt;And the time she first cried over a boy she knew she had fallen in love with him that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I wrote those two, sorry if it's panget. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fight to hold on,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you fight to let go.&lt;br /&gt;by the worlds standards,&lt;br /&gt;we will never be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason with you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel perfected.&lt;br /&gt;i like the fact that&lt;br /&gt;someone like you&lt;br /&gt;sees something in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(163, 148, 128); line-height: 7px; font-family: small fonts; letter-spacing: 1px; font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The storm is such a letdown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115278905147830744?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115278905147830744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115278905147830744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115278905147830744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115278905147830744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/puchaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115270404250124013</id><published>2006-07-12T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:34:02.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too COOL for SCHOOL. Nyahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pucha, I hope there's no classes tomorrow. End of story. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You might be wondering what I'm doing here, right now blogging, even if it's a Wednesday. That's because school was cut today, stupid DepEd people, they have to announce that there were no classes when we were in school already. Wahhh, I got home tuloy around 2 p.m.  Buti nalang there were no assignments given, kundi patay na naman. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was fun although someone stumbled near the Rest Room and got his head cut. OMG it was gross, his blood was like dripping all over &amp; it made like prints on where he went, it was a trail of blood. Scary. &gt;:) He was in our year level, but not our classmate, though I feel sorry for him. I never imagined looking in the mirror in the Rest Room would make such a terrible accident. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OMG, I ruled the whole class today, cause the president was campaigning for the S.B.O. so I was left in-charge. I wasn't all president-ish like the real president. =)) =)) I don't care, as long as we're all having fun, then it's fine with me. Wow. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Campaigning was fun today, everyone has their own platforms and their own promised broken promises. =)) =)) =)) One guy who was running sang the theme song of Capt. Barbell I think, and he was weird &amp; autistic. Peace man. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway I'm off now, I still have to memorize FIVE stanzas out of the 11-stanza piece our teacher has given us, so good luck to me &amp; I still don't know when it's due, but prepared is much better. Go me! Muhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I don't have any icon to put, cause my brother reformatted the comp again, and I have NO time to look for icons &amp; pics. So no icon for this post. :( But there's still a song. Hahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm on a high, I'm on a high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there's nothing more to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are the sea  and the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the blue that runs through it, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and there are  some who say there are so many things I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so I run or I fight and I crawl  or I scream and I bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I bleed, I bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well, it's a lie it's a lie -  don't you believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if you're fine then you're fine - it's all how you see  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh, there never will be no conspiracy of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm on a high  I'm on a high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and there's nothing more to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have the sun, it's a  star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;why should I refuse it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and there are so many reasons I could give  you why I should be down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there's not enough money or time and my love you're  not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;around, around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but it's a lie it's a lie - don't you  believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if you're fine then you're fine - it's all how you see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh,  there never will be no conspiracy of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you're alive you're alive  - how else could you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you are fine, you are fine - there's nothing  worth fearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'cause there never will be no conspiracy of  happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm on a high, on a high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we are the sea and the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm  on a high, on a high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm on a high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's a lie, It's a lie don't you  believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause I've tried and I've tried, and I can't really see  it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, I'm trapped inside my conspiracy of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;said I was yours,  you were mine but I didn't really mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I lied and I lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I wish  you hadn't seen it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'cause I'm trapped inside my conspiracy of  happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm on a high, on a high, there's nothing more to it, yeah&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause I'm trapped inside my conspiracy of happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115270404250124013?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115270404250124013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115270404250124013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115270404250124013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115270404250124013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-too-cool-for-school-nyahaha.html' title='I&apos;m too COOL for SCHOOL. Nyahaha.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-115107735922314879</id><published>2006-06-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:10:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey everyone. Long time, no entry, or post. Whatever. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow, school has been busy &amp; frustrating, these past three weeks (I think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was also fun, hanging out with friends &amp; hysterical laughs. =)) =)) I got called twice by our Science teacher, for laughing so loud, and got caught by my Filipino teacher demonstrating to my classmate on how Filipino's greet foreigners. =)) =)) And we played ping-pong during recess today, it was fun, using the eraser as a ball. =)) =)) Haha, Luigi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And ohhhh, I found something about the  two very intimate people in our class. Haha, the two who shall not be named, because for surem they wouldn't want it to be all over school. I knew they'd be together, cause the very first time I saw them, it was like there was connection. :)) :)) Goodluck. Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And uhm what else? I've been pretty okay with the subjects, only I SUCK at Business Math. My bestfriend is really good in that subject, so I am letting her tutor me. =)) =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohh, and drafting has been... frustrating. Eversince I took up guitar lessons, my hand keep shaking pretty bad. And too bad, we were doing freehand exercises, so technically, no rulers. When I was tracing, my lines were straight and some were crooked. Ugh... do we really need drafting? :-&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just shoot me, will you? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm so tired of doing the same things over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm so tired of having the same kinds of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stab me, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me out from this hell hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's tearing me apart not making me whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot me, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Point a gun to my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; don't care if I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was only wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I wrote it, don't know why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icoms597.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icoms597.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Say what you mean &amp; trust no one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-115107735922314879?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/115107735922314879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=115107735922314879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115107735922314879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/115107735922314879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/06/school_24.html' title='school'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114986543633904279</id><published>2006-06-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:45:24.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, I know I said I would blog yesterday, but the thought of having 5 assignments on the first day, never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; my mind. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay first day, it was... okay. Almost all of our teachers our new, only one teacher is an old one, by old I mean a past teacher. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was going well until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; got scolded by our teacher. &gt;:P It wasn't my fault that he talks so gay &amp; says random things while we were asking questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; to the subject, and it wasn't my fault that he loves the color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LAVENDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; so much, for a "guy". =)) =)) I went laughing like really hard, along with my other friends. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The teachers are all nice, but just a bit strict because we belong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; in the "first section." Psh, as if. And for me, it's not a reason to give hard assignments because we belong in that section.  They are funny, it's just the assignments they gave us, you have to go to the library and research for it, because you can seldom find it in the internet. And our Filipino teacher wanted us to make our research photocopied, like what the hell?!! You can just do copy-paste from the internet and print it. Crap. ( Okay, so I edited that, it' was originally &amp;!@# but I changed it. =)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Whatever. L-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We did the meet &amp; greet with our classmates. Again. For the 10th time in my school life. :-&lt;&gt;:) &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So that's everything that almost happened yesterday, I'm tamad to type, in fact my eyes are a bit blurry, from doing assignments and walking from building to another building and streets to another. &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh yes, today was fun! I was high to day or extremely hyper today. =)) I was saying 'Hi!' to whoever who walks in front of me and keeps laughing for random things. =)) 8-|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And I keep teasing my friend, Luigi, on how he looks just like Lazaro and he was pissed, so we kept arguing until Mr. Yepez came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Filipino was...uhmm..serious. =)) We had our very first seatwork from our first subject. Everyone paid attention since our teacher was serious when he was discussing. It was pretty easy, but I didn't exactly got the point because I'm always looking for a difficult answer, when the answer is right in front of me. Dunno what happened to me in paying attention or concentrating, it's between the two. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then Math came, I was surprised the topic was easy, you just have to follow the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. I'm not like overly surprised, because I know first quarters are like the easy round in Math, I mean from the first 3 notes. :)) We have an assignment in Math, Linear Equations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Next was Bio or Biology. Whatever, Mr. Lavender boy. =)) =)) Actually his real name is Norwell, weird, like Norland or something but anyway, he wanted us to call him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Sir Javerne"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; meaning "lovebirds" or was it "lovers"? I wasn't really paying attention when he was mentioning his "nickname", because we were laughing. =)) =)) Oh my, he's the worst, he forgets everything he says. =)) =)) Yesterday he told us to cover our Quiz Notebook Violet and put designs about Biology, and then today he repeated it again, only he said that our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;NOTEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; was the one that should be covered in Violet with Bio designs. Everyone started whining, because they had already put their covers on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;QUIZ NOTEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. When everyone was complaining (including me, of course) he was like deadma. :| Ugh. Gay people can sometimes be...so gay-ish. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then next is Business Math, dun dun dun dun.... we had to make a poster on what we think about Business Math.  So it took us to make the poster like the whole time up to Lunch, I'll skip the Lunch part, nothing exciting happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, when we got back some of our classmates are still making the projects, and some are just fooling around walking along the corridors. Me and my friends, were in the classroom so our debate ( me &amp; Luigi) about how he looks like this guy from school continued and he hit me at the back  and my friend, Kat, was saying something to him and he wasn't paying attention, so Kat hit him with their poster which was covered in color pastels, so his uniform was, a bit colorful. =)) =)) ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then after that we made an essay in English, about our three most important wishes in our lives, it was a bit hard, when you want a lot of things, but then sometimes when you think of your wishes, most of them are not as important as the others, that maybe if by luck or chance, you can have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then T.L.E. came, it was fun!, we played a game and I got a +2 on my quiz. Bwahahhaa. &gt;:) Then we copied notes. That's all. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then last subject came, History. We didn't do anything in that subject, we just elected class officers. And I got elected as Vice President! Thanks to my loyal friends, and thanks to my other friends who blackmailed my other classmates in voting for me. Kidding. =)) =)) I don't know if I was happy or maybe a bit overwhelmed that I was elected because I never even wished to be Vice President, I was always a treasurer or in a lower position. I wanted the Secretary position because, I think I did a good job last year when I was elected, but Vice President?!! Uhmm, it's not really for me. =)) =)) But thanks to my classmates who voted for me, I am still happy, because I got to be elected. ;;) =)) =)) Oh I totally forgot I have to read 32 pages pala about Asian History in our book. Yes, fun. 8-|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I promise to do a good job. Whatever. L-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So that's the end. My post is really long I can tell. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Look After You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If I don't say this now I will surely break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;As I'm leaving the one I want to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart has started to separate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll look after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There now, steady love, so few come and don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When I'm losing my control, the city spins around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be my Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll look after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And I'll look after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If ever there was a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My love she leans into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This most assuredly counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She says most assuredly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll look after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's always have and never hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You've begun to feel like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What's mine is yours to leave or take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What's mine is yours to make your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll look after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon50.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon50.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Funny. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Shoutouts to friends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nina- Welcome back home! Sorry I didn't get to call you back yesterday, because of the freaking assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Luigi &amp; Eric- Madaya kayo! You didn't invite us to meet with Abad! Pero there's always next time. Bwahaha. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart has started to separate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114986543633904279?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114986543633904279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114986543633904279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114986543633904279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114986543633904279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/06/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114967391688040899</id><published>2006-06-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T02:51:56.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe the last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey everyone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"This is the end of Summer." :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I decided to post, this might be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;post. But I promise to blog tomorrow after school, since for sure, it's introduction of the new teachers. Again. *RawR* But  I hate it when it's the meet &amp; greet part because you have to speak in front of the class, if ever the teacher is new,  with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;old  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;classmates. My point is, what's there to say about, when you've been with them last year? Ugh. Teachers can be annoyin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;aaaannnnnd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I will, for sure, miss late nights, phone calls for 3 hours :)) &amp; long hours on the internet. :(( :-&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Of what is ahead of me, especially in Math. Business Math. Is Business Math hard? Anyone? I need an answer from an average student, not from a nerd &amp; definitely not from a lazy person. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Florante &amp; Laura"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and I finished it. Though, it was a bit... unreadable. It was because they have profound Tagalog words, which you'd barely understand, because it was... profound. =)) =)) Repetitive much? =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I swear, it's more profound than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Ibong Adarna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; glad there was a summary. &gt;:) I don't understand why they have to make it all rhymed when it's just a story. And Laura doesn't even appear in most of it. She was just the girl Florante fell in love with. And after watching Brokeback Mountain, Florante &amp; Aladin in the woods kind of reminded me of the two guys in Brokeback Mountain. Can you say destiny? =)) =)) =)) I crack myself up. 8-| ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Whatever. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I wish my brother comes home here. Like now. I can't stand being alone here, emotionally. At least if he goes home here, we share the pain, equally. Wahaha. Maybe that's why my dad's like mad at me all the time is because my brother's not here to catch all his anger that's why it's all on me. &gt;:) I understand him. Whatever. At least if he comes home here now, I'll get what's really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I swear, yesterday I almost exploded from my anger. It's because of my dad again. He says so many things, that are too much to handle, at least for me. He is always saying things, that pretty much were about him &amp; my mom and has nothing to with me. I just don't get it. Eversince my mom left, it was always about her. Since then all the decisions, that my dad made was all because of my mom, all for my mom. The decisions of my dad was always, how to get a way to get to her or get a way to be near to her. It was always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; and never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. As a family. The decisions sometimes, doesn't matter anymore, how would it, when the one person you're doing it for, doesn't even care about the decisions or plans you've set? Doesn't even value the time you've spent or you've lost? It's just weird. Because no matter how hard you try, if she's not with you, it will never work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just remembered a line from X-Men 3, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;" If you're with us, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't wanna cry anymore, I don't wanna let my feelings get in the way, because if I do, it will all be for nothing, it will all be worthless. Might as well be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;apathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Because that way, no one can tell if you're happy or sad about it, that way no one will care if you're smiling or frowning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am not a Kelly Clarkson fan, her song just kind of reminded me of everything that's been happening 6 years ago upto now. (And I'm playing her song for the last hour.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Because of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;you felt so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I cannot cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Because I know t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hat's weakness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ause of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was so young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I cry&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm ashamed o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;f my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;because it's empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons67.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons67.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ironic isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;( Watching sad movies can still make me cry. And that's one way I could release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You never thought of anyone else, you just saw your own pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114967391688040899?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114967391688040899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114967391688040899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114967391688040899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114967391688040899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/06/maybe-last-post_07.html' title='Maybe the last post'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114943026322040518</id><published>2006-06-04T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T07:12:50.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey. Wow, I haven't blog for 3 days, though something nice happened to me for the past 3 days. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I'll give you a little something on what happened. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;June 01, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My Dad went to the province to fix smething about the lot, don't know what was that about. So I was alone in the house, technically I wasn't alone, my sister's with me, but then I was alone because my Dad wasn't there. =)) =)) I was alone most of the time, because my sister has this review thing for nursing, so she still goes to school. Freedom at last! &gt;:) All I did that day was watch T.V. &amp; surf on the internet all day. It was fun, and I met a lot of people that day, maybe like 6 new people. \:D/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;June 02, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I was alone again that day, because my Dad stayed until Saturday in the province, so I'm only with my sister since my uncle went to Subic for a company outing. \:D/ It was sad though I was alone, no one to talk to. :(( Haha. But anyway my OL friends were ther so I chatted with them non-stop. :)) I met new people na naman in a confe, a confe in which Mara invited me to join. It was fun. ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;June 03, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My dad came home late in the afternoon. So freedom for only 2 days. :)) :)) It was independently fun, if you can say that. =)) =)) I have a new OL friend that I was chatting with since Thursday night, Jae or JR. =)) =)) Whatever. We viewed our webcams, and he was getting "torpe" daw, because I keep telling him to smile because he was serious. :)) Sorry Jae. Peace. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway those 3 days were boring but fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And today, there was a brown out for 4 hours I think. Amp. Hate it when there's long brown outs. &gt;:) And because of that I didn't get to watch LB. RawR. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And because of that brown out, I slept until 4 in the afternoon, and around 6, electricity went on. Haha, so I'm back on the internet again. Anyway I've been downloading Yellowcard songs. And Charlie Wilson's Without You, it was an old song, I heard Kyla sang it and I loved it. Again. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mmm...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a lifetime, a thousand days have passed&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Since I held you close to me&lt;br /&gt;If I could see that smile from my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that I could live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;Even though for right now you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;I hope and I pray&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in your heart I’ll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn’t shine without you&lt;br /&gt;Never noticed what it feels like to be without you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I took my last step and my last breath in&lt;br /&gt;my life ending&lt;br /&gt;Had to say just what I was feeling, girl&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause my sun doesn’t shine, sun doesn’t shine without&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more for me than for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Girl, I finally see there’s no substitute&lt;br /&gt;For what we have&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;Even though for right now you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you and show you&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever I can do to get back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn’t shine without you&lt;br /&gt;Never noticed what it feels like to be without you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I took my last step and my last breath in&lt;br /&gt;my life ending&lt;br /&gt;Had to say just what I was feeling, girl&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;my sun doesn’t shine, sun doesn’t shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;My sun doesn't shine without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/24392118-114943026322040518?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114943026322040518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114943026322040518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114943026322040518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114943026322040518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/06/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114912962093141763</id><published>2006-05-31T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:44:30.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XMen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm posting for yesterday, since something exciting happened yesterday ( May 31 ). Weird. Anyway, I'm gonna use yesterday's date, so it won't be a double post, if something good happens. Again. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The day before yesterday my brother went home. And I was happy, I don't know why I'm happy when he's around, maybe because the "lessons" of my dad wouldn't be all on ME. Haha. :)) Anyway he went home then yesterday, My dad, my brother &amp; I went out to watch X- Men 3: The Last Stand. It was full of action that's all I can say. And I cried 8-| when Professor X died. Wahh. Well anyway, it was really dissapointing that the HOTTEST guy in X-Men had a short, short part, you know, Cyclops. He's hott!! :)) :)) Do you guys think that Magneto will have his power back??? :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, my brother brought like a laptop case yesterday, it's because the company are giving laptops to their employee. He has a new job. Again. He doesn't last like 6 months in any company that he has worked in. :)) :)) So..... that. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hmm, short post. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway I watched LB last night, I thought Alex M. was gonna punch Jessica on the face!!! :)) :)) Anyway that would be hilarious. :)) It wasn't Jess's fault that Jayson kissed her, I swear that guy is an ass! :)) :)) But I'm upset with Kristin, she doesn't have Jess's back. Cause her and her other friend Alex were talking in the bathroom and Alex said like " I feel bad for Jess she really does wanna hang out with us" then Kristin was like " I DON'T CARE!". Serously, she has to have an attitude makeover, Jess IS her bestfriend, but she rns up to Alex M. just like that. It's not like it was Jess's fault when Jayson still wants her. It's not HER fault she's hot. I'm definitely gonna kick Jayson's ass!! &gt;:) They went to Cabo by the way!!! Fun!! Summer Looooove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aware, Rust &amp; Repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Away&lt;br /&gt;How hard can it be away?&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be just fine&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding the paths you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to try to make this easy&lt;br /&gt;You have to try for me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;scared that things could be&lt;br /&gt;So much better than this&lt;br /&gt;What's best is not right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that we could be&lt;br /&gt;So much closer than this&lt;br /&gt;But I won't look up when you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you'l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;l stay away&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to act surprised&lt;br /&gt;You never look down when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to try to make this easy&lt;br /&gt;You have to try for me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm scared that things could be&lt;br /&gt;So much better than this&lt;br /&gt;What's best is not right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that we could be&lt;br /&gt;So much closer than this&lt;br /&gt;But I won't look up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cabo, Cabo, Cabo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes I'm scared that things could be better than this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114912962093141763?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114912962093141763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114912962093141763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114912962093141763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114912962093141763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/xmen_31.html' title='XMen'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114891445082860278</id><published>2006-05-29T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T07:54:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey. Hey. Hey. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just noticed I'm posting every other day now. Aaannnddd I just noticed that something good happens every other day. Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I finished guitar lessons today, dunno if I'm happy about that or sad. Maybe happy &amp; sad. Happy, because I don't have to practice every single day for some song, and sad, because I'm gonna miss going there every Tuesday &amp;amp; Saturday and I'm gonna miss being neurotic. =)) =)) But it's not actually finished, I finished the Classical, but not Acoustic. If you classify it onto stages I techinically finished Level 1 going to Level 2. But I don't think I would be learning Acoustic, cause my dad said school is near, so I have to focus. 8-| But anyway, I just hated that I ended it in the most exciting part (for me at least). I'm supposedly starting to learn how to play a song without actually knowing what song it is. You know like I'm gonna know how to play it by rhythm and by notes. But sadly, it has to end with pluckings, which totally sucked! XD =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway today was...was.. okay. Uhm, I didn't do anything today I just downloaded tons of songs, I have a new favorite band, Motion City Soundtrack. I know their name sounds different. Different because if you don't know them, you'll probably think they are from some movie soundtrack, basically because the word "soundtrack" is a part of their name. Wow, rambling. :)) :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And I watched Project Runway today. It was hilarious! At least Jay and Nora were. =)) =)) They were imitating Heidi Klum on the way she talks "It's either you're in or you're out." It was soo funny. They were all ganging up on Wendy though, poor Wendy-NOT! =)) =)) And Vanessa Riley walked out on them, she was upset,maybe, because she didn't get in the final 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohh, I hated someone today. She-who-shall-not-be-named. She can be so irrating &amp; so dominant, like she owns everything. well she clearly doesn't. Like I said before, she's so dominant that she thinks everything would follow her as she expects. I'm gonna stop, before I tell who she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, I'm off. I know I said MCS is my new fave band but Hellogoodbye rocks too! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Call &amp; Return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;         you promised me starry night skies&lt;br /&gt;they just remind me of your shining bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;im missing your voice at night time&lt;br /&gt;this sepa-separation seem-seems a sad crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-b-b-but dont dont dont think think think i forgot you you you&lt;br /&gt;are are are oh so sweet i i i - i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you were here&lt;br /&gt;things would be more magical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was there&lt;br /&gt;right now would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; be more radical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre so not near&lt;br /&gt;im wishing i could place a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and feel closer to you ooo-ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the miles of air and road and land&lt;br /&gt;that separate me from all my plans&lt;br /&gt;were havin' havin' havin' havin' fun&lt;br /&gt;but something something tells me i miss someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;b-but i hope hope hope you didn't forget me i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;forget you the whole time i always knew i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say that youre into me just let me know how it will be&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know dont say so&lt;br /&gt;ill wait till the perfect time think of all the perfect lines&lt;br /&gt;ill make sure if i let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weve got movies on our list to see&lt;br /&gt;things to do just you and me&lt;br /&gt;calls to make from here to there and back&lt;br /&gt;weve got fun to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; and days to spend&lt;br /&gt;stars to see or just pretend&lt;br /&gt;at least for now just keep things right on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You promised starry night skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114891445082860278?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114891445082860278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114891445082860278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114891445082860278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114891445082860278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmm.html' title='HMMM'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114874399566642034</id><published>2006-05-27T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T08:33:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was super fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of new stuff today and chatted with cousins, friends &amp; my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lessons was in the afternoon, because my teacher couldn't make it in the morning. I was informed yesterday by Isabelle, the secretary, that he wouldn't make it in the morning. I love that I take the lessons on mornings though, because I have time to practice &amp;amp; at the same time surf on the net. =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was fun, not that chaotic. I really had a great time talking with my mom,  she's in N.Y. by the way, she says the funniest things. :)) I kinda miss my mom's sense of humor, since she's not around for almost 6 years. But my dad's here to keep the fun alive. Whatevs. :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced for guitar a bit, then ate lunch &amp; went to my guitar lessons. Today I wasn't as nervous as before, but still I get clammy and all. :)) While I was doing the exercise, my teacher played a piece that was made in the 1800's which was a looong, loong time. He played it really good. I remember the date that it was made between 1854-1929. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I played the Gallop again, I really can't get the timing of the song, that's why I played it for 5 times, but I'm gonna practice tomorrow and hopefully get better. :P Then after that I played the Slur Waltz which was pretty hard because of the "hammering" of the strings. :-&lt;&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You and I got something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But it's all and then it's nothing to me - yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I got my defenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When it comes to your intentions for me - yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And we wake up in the breakdown of the things we never thought we could be -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not the one who broke you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not the one you should fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What do you got to move you darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But you were never really every there at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And i want to get free talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can feel you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I wanted to be all you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have no solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To the sound of this pollution in me - yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And i was not the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So forget you ever thought it was me - yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not the one who broke you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not the one you should fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What do you got to move you darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But you were never really every there at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I want to get free talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can feel you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I wanted to be all you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I don't  need the fallout of all the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's here between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'm not holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And all your lies weren't enough to keep me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I want to get free talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can feel you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I wanted to be all you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I want to get free talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can feel you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can feel you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somehow here is gone- yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somehow here is gone- yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="white"  &gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today was OKAY. Fun. :)) Smile. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;First I woke up around 10, then ate cereals. :) Then after that computer muna. :)) But I'm done around 2, then guitar for a bit then I learned na how to play Blind by Lifehouse. :&gt; :)) :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today I was very tamad, all I do was sleep, no one's online that's why. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Only Alex. We were crazy about smileys... AGAIN. =)) And audibles. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry if my post is too short, I really didn't do anything today and nothing major happened, I'm thankful for that, I guess. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Since I knew how to play this on my guitar it's my song for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That everything would be like is was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A part of me dies when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  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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-24392118.post-114852983756533633</id><published>2006-05-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:03:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Last night, I was tamad to type. :)) So I'm posting right now. (May 25, 2006) But I just used yesterday's date so that it won't be a double post for today. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yesterday was fun, I got to download everything I have to and get the pictures I wanted. :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And chatting in YM was so fun, the laughing smiley was contagious!!! :)) ( Isn't that right Trina?!!) :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I chatted with Iza first and we were laughing like crazy about the stuff we were talking about, she was telling me that she's good in memorizing Chines but she's not good in communicating, and we were both laughing hard. And we decided to make an account for the two of us and the email address was onlinebestfriends and we both loved it! :)) I actually just signed up in Yahoo for the email. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And then there was Trina, we were talking about music and about Goo Goo Dolls and so much more bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Trina: &lt;/span&gt;How about you, did you eat already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eunice: &lt;/span&gt;Just cereals, I could eat cereals everyday. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt; Do you know the song milk &amp; cereal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eunice: &lt;/span&gt;No. Is it a nice song? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt; It's nonsense but it's nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eunice: &lt;/span&gt;How can it be nice if it's nonsense? =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt; You'll see. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And then she told me about their neighbor who has the hottest car in Lipa, turns out he has the snottiest music taste ever!!! =)) =)) She said her neighbor has like a loud speaker, and the songs they play there are like "Kapag Tumibok ang Puso" and "Mr. DJ". It was hilarious!!! =)) and the neighbor's friends are all dancing. =)) =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, then around 7 or 8 I think, Alex just buzzed me in YM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; Bored ka noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Alexx: &lt;/span&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Alexx:&lt;/span&gt; Not really. Wala lang. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The reason why I always ask her if she's bored, is because the only time she buzzes me is when she's bored. :)) She's mean. :)) :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then the smiley marathon came, whenever I say something we use the laughing smiley and the ROTFL smiley and the batting eylashes!! We love smileys. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Since I'm talking all about smileys right now, I just think this fits. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile Like You Mean It :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Save some face, you know you've only got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Change your ways while you're young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Boy, one day you'll be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh girl, he'll help you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We lost track of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dreams aren't what they used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Some things sat by so carelessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And someone is calling my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;From the back of the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And someone is playing a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In the house that I grew up in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And someone will drive her around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Down the same streets that I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;On the same streets that I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh no, oh no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh no, oh no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;--- I love Teddy Geiger!! :))  :x That was just random. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon16.jpg" alt="" 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;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If I don't say this now I will surely break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114852983756533633?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114852983756533633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114852983756533633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114852983756533633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114852983756533633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/wahh.html' title='wahh'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114839745915331704</id><published>2006-05-23T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T08:18:59.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hey, I forgot to post yesterday, so I'm just postig for today, since I forgot what I did yesterday. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, today was lame. I did nothing, except go to my guitar lessons and internet all day. :-&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;First, I woke up around 7 and then watched a little news, since I'm completely oblivious on what's happening to the world because I'm in front of the computer any time and any day. =)) =))  After that, I ate breakfast, then computer, chatted with Tatum and my mom, then with Luiza. Tatum and I talked about new songs, and this song that I really love I just don't know the title, but now I know because of her, it's Half Life by Duncan Shiek. It's a sad song, but has good lyrics. Then Luiza and I talked about Teddy Geiger's For You I Will video and exchanged songs, actually every song she has on her limewire are also in mine too, though some of it got deleted because my computer was reformatted. :(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;After that, I went to my guitar lessons with my dad and my sister, around 3, and then I felt nervous...again. But then it was less compared to the other meetings. I played the Gallop again and after that my teacher wanted me to play the Slur Wlatz, which I totally did not get, but anyway I figured maybe I'm not really into the whole notes thing, you know the whole note, quarter note stuff, basta I don't get it that much, but I'm trying though. =)) =)) Anyway, after that I played Should I Stay or Go, and I was surprised because I can quickly transfer my finger from G to F chord, that I didn't get here in our home. :)) Weird. =))  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't know what happened to me this day, I'm all moody again, I guess I became moody since I started highschool, I mean, I'm always pissed about something that I shouldn't have. Hayyy...  My dad and my sister are like the Ranting Combo! They're like rant here, rant there, that sometimes I don't wanna go with them to anywhere, because I end up getting so pissed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;My sister is like my dad's child and my brother's like my mom's and I'm, I'm neither I guess. :)) Maybe I'm adopted or something! :)) 8-| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I just don't see myself as my dad, I mean I'm nothing like my sister either, she's like the most organized person and she takes after my dad, actually when the 3 of us are left in the house she's like my dad, only 10 times worse. She's the person who could make me do things that my dad couldn't make me.  =)) =))  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;And my brother takes after my mom, he's all like with the social stuff which I'm not interested, he goes out a lot, and knows a lot of people like my mom. And like my mom, he's dated many people. And he's hard-heade like my mom. ( it's not like she could read this) =)) =)) =))  And me... I'm different. Different from them... I guess there are things we have in common but not a lot. Like from my dad, I got this whole be-quiet-and-people-will-like-you type while I got this love for fashion and  passion for reading from my mom. Some  says, I take after my dad, but I doubt that, and some says from my mom, and I doubt that either.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm different I think, from our family, but then when I look at like my relatives I see some from them too, like my passion for singing and music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wahhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Anyway, I'm off now, dad's gonna be back in like an hour, so I don't want to get scolded, because I have had enough earlier. :))    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Half Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm awake in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I fell asleep in the living room&lt;br /&gt;and it's one of those moments&lt;br /&gt;when everything is so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;before the truth goes back into hiding&lt;br /&gt;I want to decide 'cause it's worth deciding&lt;br /&gt;to work on finding something more than this fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes so much out of me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;tell me now, tell me how to make amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, I need to see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is half-life&lt;br /&gt;don't you see I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life&lt;br /&gt;is there really no escape?&lt;br /&gt;no escape from time&lt;br /&gt;of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;this thing and that thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng, my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;when i figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't mind a few mysteries&lt;br /&gt;they can stay that way it's fine by me&lt;br /&gt;and you are another mystery i am missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes so much out of me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, I need to see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind this half-life&lt;br /&gt;don't you see I'm b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life&lt;br /&gt;is there really no escape?&lt;br /&gt;no escape from time&lt;br /&gt;of any k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause lately something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life,&lt;br /&gt;without you I am breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me, let me see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;save me from this half-life&lt;br /&gt;let's you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblLyrics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; escape&lt;br /&gt;escape from time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons199.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons199.gif" alt="" 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;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Something here don't feel right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/24392118-114839745915331704?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114839745915331704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114839745915331704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114839745915331704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114839745915331704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-post_23.html' title='another post'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114828545180536300</id><published>2006-05-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:10:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another posst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's 11 already, but I'm still not in bed. :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's out for the night, and my sister's busy studying, so I'm all alone in the room. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Laguna Beach today, it was nice. But I hate Jason, he's the meanest boyfriend ever! He's cheating on Jessica, but Jessica doesn;t seem to mind, or at least she's avoiding the fact that it's true that he was cheating on her. He was completely ignoring Jess, when they're supposed to hang out and he stood her up. I don't know what she sees in that guy, he's nothing but a player and hits on anyone he sees, pretty or not, don't get me wrong but I totally think Alex M. is so not pretty! And it was their winter formal and Jason went with Alex instead of Jessica. I really felt bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they got there in the Winter Formal and Jessica was like talking to him and he told her to fucking shut up! I mean, who keeps up with that kind of guy? I know- Jessica. =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alex was so mean to Jessica, cause they accidentally met in some Nail Spa and Alex was like " I'm going to Winter Formal with Jayson and it's gonna be so much fun!" while Jessica and Kristin were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then after that, my sister came home, then I chatted with mom, and then I don't know listened to Rihanna songs!! I love SOS talaga!! :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm toast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114828545180536300?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114828545180536300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114828545180536300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114828545180536300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114828545180536300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-posst.html' title='another posst'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114813348157256670</id><published>2006-05-20T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:57:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shut it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey everyone. My night ended pretty sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was lame. Riiight. It's not like any other day was not. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to guitar lessons today, and for once I kind of enjoyed it. :-O Haha. I practiced the harmonics, agai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;n. Well I didn't really practice it that MUCH in our house, cause I focused more on the ending of Iris. :)) Anyways, my teacher wants me to play a song from The Clash!!! I love that band, though I know some of their songs only, anyways if you don't know The Clash, they're a band from the 70's or 80's I think, along with the Sex Pistols and The Ramones and so much more punk bands. He wanted me to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I Stay or Go&lt;/span&gt; by The Clash. I'm glad it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; song not the one that I play w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ith all the plucking and everything which I hate, oookay, that was a little harsh, let's make it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the one I don't like"&lt;/span&gt;. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we looked for new guitars, cause I want a new one, actually my dad's in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good mood&lt;/span&gt;, and by go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;od mood I refer to no ranting and such evil comments. :)) So actually he was the one who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; wanted to buy a new one, he's a lot more excited than me actually, dunno why. 8-| I wasn't really the jovial type when he was asking what kind of guitar, I just told him I wanted an electric/acoustic guitar and whenever he asks other stuff about it, I just nod. &gt;:) I don't know if he's gonna buy me a new one, he changes his mood in just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. *fingers snap* 8-| :-&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; person wouldn't even mind thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;about. :)) Like The OC and uhmm, a lot, just a lot. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I decided to get on the computer, agaiiin. Haha. Anyway I was chatting with Luiza earlier, then Trina just showed up from nowhere. :)) She sent me the link of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brandon Davis &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris Hilton &lt;/span&gt;. They were so hiiiigghhhh!!!! 8-| Especially Brandon. He was like making nasty comments about Lindsay's "thinggy" and Paris just kept laughing all the way. I can tell Brandon was sooo high along with Paris, is because his eyes kept wandering wherever while talking and when reporters were asking him what he thinks about Lindsay Lohan he just kept talking and talking. Anyway maybe that's the reason Mischa and Paris are fighting, maybe because of Brandon. Brandon was Mischa's ex, they dated for a year I think and now that Mischa currently dated Cisco, whose ex-girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;was Kimberly Stewart's ex and who happens to be Paris Hilton's friend. Wow that's what I call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SMALL WORLD"&lt;/span&gt; . There are like so many guys there who's hotter than Brandon and Cisco ( in fact he's not hot at all :)) :)) :)) L-) ) but still they keep fighting over the same guys. And let me tell you Brandon is so NOT hot, he's like one of Snow White's dwarfs. :)) I know I'm mean. =)) =)). Wow... and that's what I call rambling. =)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then after that Iza, sent me the link to Marissa's death, I mean the video. When I was watching the video, I was crying, NK. :)) :((. Gosh, I'm insane!!! Wahh, I swear if I see Josh Schwartz I'm gonna kill him!! Anyway I don't wanna explain further of why or what was I crying about. If you've read my recent post you would know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then after that I listened to Rihanna and PCD songs, actually I'm istening to SOS right now!!! I love SOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway here's SOS.. &lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;SOS ( Rescue Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lalala lalala la la lala la Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You know I never felt like this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lalala lalala la la lala la Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Feels like, so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm obessive when just one tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;ught of you comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;And I'm agressive just one thought ain't close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;'Cause every moment gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;e you know I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm the question and you're of course the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just hold me close boy, 'cause I'm your tiny dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You make me shaken, I'm never mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I can't control myself got me calling out for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;S.O.S. please someone help me, it's not healthy for me to feel this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y.O.U. are making this hard, I can't take it see, it don't feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;S.O.S. please someone help me, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;t's not healthy for me to feel this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y.O.U. are making this hard, you got me tossin' and turnin', can't sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This time please someone come and rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;cause you on my mind has got me losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm lost, you got me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;lookin for the rest of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love is testing me but still I'm losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This time please some one come and rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;'cause you on my mind has got me losing it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm lost you got me looking for the rest of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Got the best of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;so now I'm losing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just your presence and I second guess my sanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes, it's a lesson and it's unfair you stole my vanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;My tummy's up in knots and when I see ya it gets so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Common sense is out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;, can't seem to find a lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Take on me (uh huh) you know inside you feel it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Take me on, I could just die up in your arms tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I melt with you, ya got me head over heels, (over heels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;boy you keep me hanging on the way you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;S-O-S, please someone help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's not healthy for me to feel this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y-O-U are maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;ng this hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You got me tossing and turning can't sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This time please someone come and rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;'cause you on my mind has got me losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm lost, you got me lookin for the rest of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love is testing m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;e but still I'm losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This time please some one come and rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;'cause you on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;has got me losing it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm lost you got me looking for the rest of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Got the best of me, so now I'm losing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; 3:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Boy you know you got me feeling open and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Boy our loves enough with words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I said BOY I'm telling you, you got me open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I don't know what to do it's true, I'm going crazy over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm begging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;S-O-S, please someone help me (somebody help me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's not healthy for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;me to feel this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y-O-U are making this hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You got me tossing and turning can't sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This time please someone come and rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;cause you on my mind has got me losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm lost, you got me lookin for the rest of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love is testing me but still I'm losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This time please some one come and rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;'cause you on my mind has got me losing it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm lost you got me looking for the rest of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Got the best of me, so now I'm losing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Outro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lalala, lalala, lalal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;alala, Ohhh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lalala, lalala, lalalalala, Ohhh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG, OMG, OMG! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'t know, this is the last day of The OC Season 3. And I cried, bawled maybe wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;en I was on front of the computer, when I read that Marissa is dead! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The only reason, why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm still watching the show is because I'm hoping that Ryan and Marissa get back together, but how could they when she's already dead?!! I was so sad, when she died in the car crash. That stupid ass hat Volchok killed her. She was with Ryan, and their car tumbled, because Volchok was kind of like hitting their car. And then she was gone, and they had flashbacks from S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;eason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 1 and 2 and it was sooo sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would gladly accept that she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dead, if her and Ryan had so many good moment together and if they got back together this season and if they exchaned I Love You's with each other, and sadly they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I swear to God, that their ratings are gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; so low, because they killed Marissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, I'm so pissed right now. Why did they have to kill her? And why didn't Ryan and Marissa get back together? I'm so sad, for the both of them especially for R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;yan. she's the only person who understood him, and loved him all the way and same goes for Marissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And another thing that I'm p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;issed of is because they never got the chance to be happy, they never got the chance to be normal for once. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I'm being such a loser for crying for The OC, it's just that I was attached to this show like so much, my week isn't complete if I didn't get to watch the show. I know this isn't like in real life or whatever but still, it became like something that never slipped out of my mind, most of the time I'm wondering what will ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ppen to both of them and now, it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;s just Ryan, who is completely worthless watching without Marissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather see her in a coma than not t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o see her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/rm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/200/rm3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/rm10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/200/rm10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/rm15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/200/rm15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Seth: And that was the last they ever saw of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="first"&gt;&lt;pre width="75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying to live without you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying to live without you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The first time you left I said goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now there's not a prayer that can survive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as there's a breath... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying and I can't live without you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as there's a breath... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying and I can't live without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying and I can't live without you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;---I just thought the song perfectly fits for them both. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dying,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114801366654673584?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114801366654673584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114801366654673584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114801366654673584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114801366654673584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114796609325235330</id><published>2006-05-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:52:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm eating right now. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well anyway, I started the day by going to church then after that I slept until 11 I think. :))&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then computer again, If I can't get to use the internet for a whole day, I would go insane! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I practiced guitar until 2 p.m. and then slept until 5:30 p.m. I was supposed to wake up at 3:30 p.m. but hey, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;added 2 more hours. =))&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up, I played the guitar, so I won't be forgetting how to play the piece again. Anyhow, I was talking to my friend a while ago, like around 7 p.m. I gues, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;en she asked for favors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;TWICE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; this day. :|&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my sister got her diploma yesterday, I just forgot to mention last night when I posted, and she also got her grad. pic. She looks different, like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; hilariously different. =)) I was laughing when I saw her picture so we bantered. :))&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't noticed I changed my blog title or heading, whatever. 8-| It's now Sugar High, with the boxes on the side. Sugar High dominates. :)) Well anyway, I broke my blog again, I was deleting something from it and when I republished it, there's like a paragraph about the designer I think which never apperead before. Stupid me. :))&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, while I was in my room I received a text message from my teacher asking me if my former classmate, Czharisse, would still be studying in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;school. I said I'm not quite sure because the last time we talked she said she took an exam in San Agustin. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it, why pretty girls get to have more attention or teachers are becoming bias when you have "the looks". 8-|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm being ironic again. before I was the one telling my dad to enroll me in guitar lessons and now I'm also the one who wants to quit. :( I just don't get myself, I could stay for more than 10 hours without interruption in front of the computer, but when it comes to guitar I can't even seem to be focused for more than an hour. I'm easily distracted. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;...again. :D&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's rants, are being inevitable since I don't know when. Wow, that's a shocker! 8-| =))&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Over My Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The smoke and who's still s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tanding when it clears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She's on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Say that we agree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and then never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But that's disregard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She's on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And suddenly I become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a part of your past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In the throw around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Never thought that you wante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;d to bring it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Over my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She's on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons359.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons359.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that eveything was falling through&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114796609325235330?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114796609325235330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114796609325235330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114796609325235330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114796609325235330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114788030256278585</id><published>2006-05-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:54:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I finished another miserable day. It's not that bad, but still miserable. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I woke up around 7 a.m. ( I don't know what's up with me these days, eversince I went to QC and started waking up early it became like a habit.) and fixed my hair then wash my face and you can figure the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then I ate cereals, I like cereals better for breakfast than any other meal, then practiced guitar for a bit. I hate it that I have to follow the strumming patterns when one of my cousin's friend, Jill, said that it depends on how you hear it, so I'm really trying hard to get it, but I'm easily distracted. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's computer time!! :)) I just noticed that I could spend like 9 or 10 hours straight in front of the computer. Haha. I'm worried for myself though, I could maybe wear glasses when I'm like 15 or something. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long hours on the computer, dad asked me to come with him to the bank. When we got there, I saw like 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;guys wearing girls' outfit, so to make it simple they're gays, so you decide guys or gays? God, I crack myself up. 8-| To make it clear, I'm not like anti to bisexual people, I mean I'm totally fine with gays in fact they're like the most carefree people in the world but then when I see gays dressed as in like in a woman's clothes I feel like I'm going to puke or something. It's just not appropriate at many levels, first it's because some people are mistaken them as being a true woman, yet they feel grateful for that and second, they wear skimpy outfits to look like a total woman which sometimes you find totally disgusting. Anyway enough of that. :-&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;t back home and then computer again, then chatted with a few people and went to sleep. Then after that I went to our church to do some stuff and went to Nanay's house then watched T.V. then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Beach Girls earlier, it's a new T.V. show in ETC. In my opinion, it's not ver appealing to me, I didn't smile when I saw it coming unlike the first time I saw the OC or OTH on T.V.  they gave me goosebumps. There's something off about that show, I just don't know what. But then there are a lot of episodes coming up, so I hope it will be a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Iza, Luiza, earli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;er tonight. I like to call her Iza, I don't know why, :)) We talked about the IMAX Theater, omg I'm so freaking excited, it has 7 floors daw ehh, The Mall of Asia, then we talked about podcasting and iPods. Her friend has Peyton's podcasts ( from OTH ), isn't that cool? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I don't know what hit me and I'm reminiscing through Mandy Moore songs again. I'm actually downloading songs of her right now, like Only Hope and Cry and Someday We'll Know. I'm reminiscing right now, all the good times when I was little. :-&lt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Only Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;     I'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; But You sing to me over and over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; So I lay my head back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; And I lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; and pray to be only Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I pray to be only Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I know now you're my only hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Sing to me the song of the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; and laughing again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Sing to me of the plans th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;at You have for me over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; So I lay my head back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; And I lift my hands and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; To be only yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I pray to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;be only yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I know now you're my only hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I give You my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I'm giving You all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I want Your symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Singing in all that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; So I lay my head back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; And I lift my ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nds and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; To be only yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I pray to be only yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I pray to be only yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I know now you're my only hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons240.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons240.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ate Maze I'm so going to kill you if you just say something about this. I love you...NOT! :)) ( See, I'm mentioning you here now, so please be nice. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114788030256278585?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114788030256278585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114788030256278585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114788030256278585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114788030256278585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-post.html' title='another post'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114785640223826893</id><published>2006-05-17T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:05:20.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ampota. I'm permanently toast. Or burnt to crisp. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something today, or I found someone, that someone shouldn't find something about my something. It's nothing to be grossed, don't be such a green minded person! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off now, I'm still cracking myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that pers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;on says anything about that something to the other people she knows and by people I refer to my cousins. I am totally gonna murder her or stab her so when I go to jail, it won't be that big of a  crime. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icons218.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icons218.gif" alt="" 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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stab my back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114785640223826893?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114785640223826893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114785640223826893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114785640223826893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114785640223826893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/yikes.html' title='Yikes.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114779506801649906</id><published>2006-05-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:04:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatta life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey everyone, I suck. :)) Just a question do I really suck? Because everyone seems to think so. And another one, people are so mean to me in my blog, it's like they like to comment but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; ones, and if you say something, they'll backfire at you, and I don't want that, because I don't like fighting with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;say I'm a coward but that's how I am, and like right now if I say like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I don't care whatever you say!." &lt;/span&gt;to whoever who said that, they'll just keep doing it again and again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe me, I try to be the person everyone wants me to be, but then when you're trying to be the person t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; want you to be like, others will say you're some poser or whatever they call that kind of per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;son. And when you try to be yourself everyone just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it, I don't get it at all, when you're nice they say you just need something, when you try to be mean, they say you're not that kind of person. How I wish I could be like someone else. I wish to be the pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rson that everyone likes and everyone wants to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just always a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ssume that you have to be like them in order to fit in, sure you have to but some part of you doesn't want to and they just can't accept that, they just can't accept that you're trying. It's like when you come to them, you have to be this person, the person that they want with no changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I'm confused of who I really am and who I needed to be. I don't know where part of it is really me, because people keep showing up and making things change when you haven't dealt with all your hidden problems, the thing is, once things keep piling up you don't know where to start, the longer you change, the lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nger you have to come back to who you really are which is hard. It's like when you go on absent for weeks in school and when you come back all the homeworks and lessons you missed are gonna be piling up and you don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince I started highschool and summer came, there are feelings that's harboring inside me. One is anger, next is confusion and dissapointment. I know I don't have to look far, because I know happiness is just with little small things, but still I find it hard to smile on little things. Yes I smile genuinely but then when you start t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o look back on things you realize, I do smile but fakely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about what other people think about me, maybe that's one reason why I never feel good about myself, because everyone's putting pressure on me when I know they're not. It's like I'm being delusional or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna lose my head like right about now, but who cares right? I'm just venting....And to whoever who said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"walang pum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;upunta sa site mo. haha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; a BIG THANKS, you just made me a lot better, you just made me realize what a big loser I am, you made me relaize how different we are. So we're quits right? You said some nice things and I did too, we're good. Friends? :) I'm trying to be nice here, I hope you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to guitar lessons this day, but before that clammy feeling, I chatted with friends, especially with Mara, about her whole love dilemma t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hing. Then I talked to Luiza about some new stuff and about The OC. Then I found something that made me smile, I can be resourceful at times, when I needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm a sucker for icons, I don't know why, I just started to love icons! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought school supplies, cause school is near after I went to my guiatr lessons. Well about that, I'm less nervous and clammy but still I felt like an idiot, I practiced this guitar piece for like a wekk and I was really good at it and when I came to the a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ctual practice I couldn't play it like I did before. I was like secretly cursing myself for being such a loser. L-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went home I looked for new pictures, then chatted with friends and waited for 8 p.m. cause it's OTH's new episodes, then after that was The OC 3. I wasn't supposed to watch it cause I know what's gonna happen already, but then when I saw Ryan and Marissa together, I watched it again. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And after that computer again, I talked to Mara, the RT my long-ago bestfriend, he has a band now called Absolute. Then after that I knew something  or found out something in my cbox, I'm sure you already read that, because that was the first topic I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;!--3.    &lt;/span--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My Eyes Burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &gt; My eyes burn from these tears&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd learn over these years&lt;br /&gt;Good things won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &gt;So what the hell am I suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;You only wanted the things I couldn't give to you&lt;br /&gt;And you had it all anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take take everything and leave me scrambling&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &gt;t wasn't there in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take take everything and leave me scrambling&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something that wasn't there in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm wrong when I say&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect you to spend forever with me&lt;br /&gt;I live for that s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &gt;ingle moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back everything I've said&lt;br /&gt;You wore those words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;As if they meant a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &gt;nything anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I could drop off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;It seems I do more harm than good&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if it's worth me loosing sleep over this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take take everything a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &gt;nd leave me scrambling&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something that wasn't there in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take take everything and leave me scrambling&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something that wasn't there in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm wrong when I say it&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect you to spend forever with me&lt;br /&gt;I live for that single moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &gt;So take take everything and leave me scrambling&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something that wasn't there in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon8.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="std_font"  &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;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;My eyes burn from these tears,&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Eunice&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&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;/span&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;/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&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114779506801649906?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114779506801649906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114779506801649906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114779506801649906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114779506801649906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/whatta-life.html' title='whatta life'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114770693705586186</id><published>2006-05-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:30:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may 15, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm so tired right now, like physically tired. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;All I did to day was catch up with friends and talked on the phone for 2 hours or so and ate, or should I s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;ay pig out?!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;And I discovered something today, I found something new but I don't wanna share it. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I watched pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;ject runway a while ago, it was nice. They designed a uniform for the U.S. Postal Service and let me tell you Kara Saun has the most fashionable and &lt;u&gt;functional&lt;/u&gt; uniform and next was Jay's. I totally hate Wendy, she's like so evil to all of them, she's like thw wicked withc of the valley! :)) I kinda symphatized with her though, somebody trashed the photo of her daughter, that was just wrong to whoever who did it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;And then I went to search for new teen books and emo songs and some &lt;u&gt;screamo&lt;/u&gt; songs. Then I saw that Paris Hilto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;n's going to have a debut album, I know it's not emo, but I just saw it and downloaded some of her songs like Screwed and You Don't See Me. I didn't like SCrewed, she was like whispering in that song and You Don't See Me was kind of like &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; her voice, it;s definitely someone else's. Because if you just like listen to her talking, you can tell she's like stopping her voice from coming out or she's like making it small to be all cutesy and stuff, but she's definitely not. I like her, I j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;ust don't like the way she is. Wow...overshare? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Anyways, gotta go sleep, gotta get ready for guitar lessons tomorrow. I hafta be ready for a day of clamminess and feeling queasy. :)) Can my life get anywhere near at hell? Ohh yes, yes it can. &gt;:) :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Look at the stars, look how they shine for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Eunice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/icon35.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/icon35.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Look at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;I came along,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a song for you,&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;And it was called "Yellow".&lt;br /&gt;So then I took my turn,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to have done,&lt;br /&gt;And it was all "Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;Your skin,Oh yeah your skin and bones,&lt;br /&gt;Turn into something beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;I swam across,&lt;br /&gt;I jumped across for you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you were all "Yellow",&lt;br /&gt;I drew a line,I drew a line for you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;And it was all "Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;"Your skin,Oh yeah your skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;Turn into something beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And you know,&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd bleed myself dry,&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd bleed myself dry.&lt;br /&gt;t's true,Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;,Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;,Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;,Look how they shine.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114770693705586186?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114770693705586186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114770693705586186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114770693705586186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114770693705586186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-15-2006.html' title='may 15, 2006'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114765793654893221</id><published>2006-05-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:52:16.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 13, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May 13, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was supposed to go home this day but it was raining so hard, so we decided to stay and go home the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it was raining that day, because I don't wanna go home yet, if I could just stay there I would. :((&lt;br /&gt;I was so tamad that day that all I did was read a book, and then I got tired, so I chatted with my cousins' friends, and played guitar with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remembered that day, so yah, I'm so tamad. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114765793654893221?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114765793654893221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114765793654893221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765793654893221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765793654893221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-13-2006_15.html' title='May 13, 2006'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114765731101166989</id><published>2006-05-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:43:38.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 12, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;May 12, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I have nothing much to say, because I have nothing to do there. Just talk and talk with my cousins and tell secrets with each other and bicker in every meal, and we ate non-stop. =)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't know what word to describe the day that I had that day, but definitely FUN and HAPPY are the words that would somehow describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I hope everyday is this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114765731101166989?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114765731101166989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114765731101166989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765731101166989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765731101166989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-12-2006.html' title='May 12, 2006'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114761874303685891</id><published>2006-05-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:28:04.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may 11, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm finally back here in our home, I wouldn't say it's good to be home, but I missed home. =P&lt;br /&gt; So right now, I'm blogging for May 11, 2006 ( It was an exciting day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 11, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First, I woke up at 5:20 a.m. I was supposed to wake up around 4:30 a.m. because we needed to go to the church. We woke up like so late, so me and my cousin rushed to the bathroom and gladly our clothes were prepared last night. Then after that we went out to buy some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew and I kept playing all day, he was so makulit that I lost patience. &gt;:) Robienne, my nephew, loves my cousin, Angel, like so much, when he doesn't see Angel he'll cry all the way, he's like a brat to me that's why we occasionally fight. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a bath and watched T.V. and let me tell you, I watched PBB Teen Edition for the first time!!! I sometimes see it but I don't watch it and when I got to my cousins' house they were like telling me to watch it cause it's good. Then I said I need to watch ETC and then they were like watch it later, so I watched and gladly I did, I liked it. =)) I love Kim and Mikee! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we slept cause we were tired, and I keep waking up like hour after hour then around 4 a.m. I guess, my cousin was talking in her sleep and then I thought she was talking to my other cousin who was awake but she wasn't and she was clapping her hands so me and my other cousins were like looking at each other then started to laugh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cousins + Me= Never ending FUN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I have a new fave book it's The Wedding by Nicholas Sparks, it's a sad story of a married couple, and the husband, Wilson,  wasn't demonstrative about his feelings for his wife, Jane. But then he tried to save his 30-year marriage. It's just a sad story, and I love sad love stories! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24392118-114761874303685891?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114761874303685891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114761874303685891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114761874303685891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114761874303685891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-11-2006.html' title='may 11, 2006'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114765985431350793</id><published>2006-05-14T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:24:14.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 14, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After we went to church, they wanted to go to our house already, but then Robienne woke up, and you know how he's so attached or should I say addicted to Angel, and then whe he saw Angel dressed, he was crying so we made takas one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the long trip we arrived home, then ate because we were so hungry! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad asked if we wanted to go to the mall, then we did and we watched Poseidon, it was a sad movie! I wa so mad at Chris and Jen, because of them Jen's dad was dead. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we ate, and I bought some stuff, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ana borrowed my OC DVD and she watched it and I watched it also, haha, I just love the little Ryan and Marissa moments, makes me love them even more!!! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114765985431350793?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114765985431350793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114765985431350793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765985431350793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765985431350793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-14-2006.html' title='May 14, 2006'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114765791460900463</id><published>2006-05-14T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:51:54.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 13, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;May 13, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was supposed to go home this day but it was raining so hard, so we decided to stay and go home the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it was raining that day, because I don't wanna go home yet, if I could just stay there I would. :((&lt;br /&gt;I was so tamad that day that all I did was read a book, and then I got tired, so I chatted with my cousins' friends, and played guitar with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remembered that day, so yah, I'm so tamad. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114765791460900463?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114765791460900463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114765791460900463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765791460900463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114765791460900463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-13-2006.html' title='May 13, 2006'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114740023893996805</id><published>2006-05-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:57:54.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I'm here at my cousin's house right now, so I don't get much time to be online. :P Well anyway tomorrow, (Saturday) I'll be home, so yeah, I'd get to be online whenever I want. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;May 10, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Wahh, that was a fun, fun day! I had a great time. That day was my Lolo's birthday, so there was party and we went to the cemetery, you get the picture. So I was like chatting with people at like 9 in the morning, then I don't know what happened that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Everyone was like asking for favors. =)) First there was Alex, asking me to look for lyrics, then finally I helped Luiza change her blog URL it's &lt;a href="http://brighter-than-sunshine-x3.blogspot.com"&gt;http://brighter-than-sunshine-x3.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; so you might wanna check it out, then there's my dad wanting me to help him in baking and 2 of my friends to look for codes and icons. =)) Wahh it was tiring but fun, I got to help my friends. :)) &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Then after that I was reading fictions and downloading Relient K songs. I love their songs, really good. Then after that I talked to Mara again about our little "secret" =)) then my dad told me to go prepare, so I logged out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Then we went to buy some food, and went to the cemetery to meet up with my cousins. then we head back straight to y Grandma's house. Then we ate, and got full =)) Then after that me and my cousin Angel was talking about when I could go on vacation at their house, and I wasn't quite sure when, and then she said, why not this week. so yeah, the reason why I'm here at their house right now, is because I took the offer! =)) So that day was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Then when we were in the car, we were singing and teasing and eating, :)) And then, there was this one song Far Away, that made me go emo again 8- So me and my cousin talked a lot about summer and our life, which pretty much makes us have a lot in common. I thought in our family I was the only one who feels this way, this end-of-of-the-world feeling, not in a geeky way but in an emotional way, she was just like me only different in some way, because at least she gets to be happy whenever. And good thing the music on the radio were all like emo, then I heard Broken, then I started to get like teary-eyed and all and when we reached the house we were still talking about our messed up lives. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then when we arrived, my cousin's boyfriend, Kuya Jessie, was there. He's mean, in a nice way, and he loves my cousin like so much. =)) I've known him since I was like 10 years old and since then he was my enemy, he calls me "kalaban" whenever he sees me. It's been a long time since I saw him, we seldom chat but when we do I still playfully tease and fight with him. =)) I'm the only one who never backs down when he says stupid things and ask them, I'm like always retorting to him, so we'll end up fighting. =)) I can be so makulit when I get to know the person. He says I'm suplada and masungit, I am, when it comes to people I don't know only. :P I remember the time when I was 10 and he used to argue with me, he ends up in the end not saying a word to me because I'm right! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;He and my cousin are like 7 years now I think, I take it because he's nice and he's like family and he likes to joke around, a lot, which in our family is a good thing. =)) When I was little I always ask for pasalubong from him and my cousin, and he can never refuse. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;We went out to burgers that night, and when I was about to sleep, I said goodnight to the two of them ( see I can be nice! ) then I gave him two pats on the back which is supposed to be a cousinly like hug or kiss, then my cousin glared at me and said I was supposed to give him like a hug or a peck on the cheek because that's what they fo or at least that's what my other cousins do, and then I said like, that's already fine I gave him like 2 pats on the back and that's enough. And I laughed, and he said like " Tapang talaga nun!" and then I made a face. =)) &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm broken, when I'm lonesome,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanted you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I love the way you laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanna hold you high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;and steal your pain away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I don't feel like I am strong enough'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;You've gone away, you don't feel me here, anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;The worst is over now and we can breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain[x2]'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I don't feel like I am strong enough'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;You've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;You don't feel me here anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114740023893996805?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114740023893996805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114740023893996805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114740023893996805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114740023893996805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/ey.html' title='ey'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114723983290513367</id><published>2006-05-10T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:53:08.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I am backkkk!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing today, just internet as always. =)) I got a lot of pictures and read different fictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, and I completed my song downloads, almost. =)) So I am okay with it. and yeah, tomorrow's my Tatay's birthday, my lolo. Actually mamaya pala, because it's 1 in the morning na of the 10th. =)) Haha, I'm bangag  na. =))  So I am soooo excited cause it's party and reunion time!!!! :P I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I'm chatting with Alex like kaninang hapon, as always she was Bangenge! =)) ( a word I picked up from her, means like makulit and crazy.) and I was chatting with Mara also, talking about confidential stuff or should I say XXX stuff. =)) If you know what I mean. =)) She was crazy, she kept making the fonts big, so that my dad can read it, so I keep closing my YM so that he won't see it, and she was like "Sana mahuli ka!" Hmmmp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a little later I chatted with Luiza, then we talked about the OC about Mischa Barton ( Marissa Cooper) quitting in the OC, it says in some spoiler that she'll OD in drugs, so she's dead. Anyways I hope she won't quit, because I love Marissa and Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Iza, was asking me about new URL addresses, I never realized that it was hard to think of a new URL for someone else that your own. Well anyway, we were thinking a lot of new URLs then, she came up with the word prodigy and we were having a hard time thinking about that, then subsequently thought of my-own-little-world as a URL but then it wouldn't work. Waahh, I wish there's something I could do to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off now, my dad, will be furious with me, =)) I spent the whole day with the internet, I think I'm inlove with the internet. =)) 8-| I'm serious, if the internet would be a living thing, I would gladly marry him!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life I'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;High of 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; We were talking together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; I said, "what's up with this weather?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Dont know whether or not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; How sad I just got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; 'Cause on my own volition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; What if I'm just missing the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And tomorrow, I know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Will be rainy at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And the forecast, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Is that I'll be depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; But I'll wait outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Hopin that I'll catch sight of the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Because on and off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; The clouds have fought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Their controll over the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And lately the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Has been so Bi-polar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And Consequently so have I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And now I'm sunny with a High &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; of 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Since You took my heavy heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And made it light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And its funny how you find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; You enjoy your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you're happy to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And the temprature is freezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And then, after dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; There is a cold frost sweeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; In over my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And we might break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; If I dont wake up to the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Sunny with a High of 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Since You took my heavy heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And made it light (made it light)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And its funny how you find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; You enjoy your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you're happy to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114723983290513367?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114723983290513367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114723983290513367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114723983290513367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114723983290513367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/post.html' title='post'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114715199744316338</id><published>2006-05-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:47:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MI: III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/mission_busposter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/mission_busposter.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mission Impossible: III &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;last night. The mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;vie was great and of course Tom Cruise was hot. :P =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I got to watch it la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;st night was because there was a black out here in our street, so it was totally hot here and we decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;go see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gadgets of the movie was real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; cool especially the machine where they copied the face of Philip Seymour Hoffman but he really was Ethan, that was a cool one. Haha. I wanna be part of the IMF 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the car was hot! Feisty. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/lam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/lam2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/lam.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 202px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/lam.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lamborghini Gallardo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;( They used it when they went to Vatican City, that's where Ethan Hunt disguised to be Owen Davian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally loved the movie. It was really good and has a little bit of drama in it, even if it's supposed to be an action movie. =)) And of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was Ethan Hunt and he was hott.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a pic of Etahn Hunt's tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;m, to rescue Lindsey Farris (Keri Russel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/tom_cruise7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/tom_cruise7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's Declan, Luther, Ethan and Zhen. ( I so wanna be a part of the IMF!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Wrecked&lt;/span&gt; starring amanda Bynes and Chris Carmack. Chris Carmack was Luke from The OC so I wanna watch it. =))&lt;br /&gt;And RV where Jojo is starring along with Robin Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go. post later around 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;                                                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114715199744316338?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114715199744316338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114715199744316338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114715199744316338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114715199744316338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/mi-iii.html' title='MI: III'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114705829220146699</id><published>2006-05-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:45:47.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>op</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gah, all I did today was watch t.v. and  internet. And then our f*cking cable isn't working. ~x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Laguna Beach on replays then at the very exciting part it went off. It was the part where Kristin was saying she's not over with Stephen yet. And yeah another bummer is that after that it's One Tree Hill, I didn't get to catch it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh, well, all I did was download songs and read books. I practiced a little in guitar so I wouldn't get to be so nervous on Tuesday, so I wouldn't be a dumba** again. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talked to my friend Alexx a little, we talked about Aly &amp; Aj and a lot of kalokohan. =))&lt;br /&gt;And then I discovered that there are Philippine audibles pala. =)) Ngayon ko lang nalaman. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, that's just about it for now and right now I'm chatting with my cousin, who happens to be here having a vacation at my cousin's house which is a few blocks away and I haven't even seen her until now. Ohh, well. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No song of my life for this day. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dumbass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eunice =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114705829220146699?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114705829220146699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114705829220146699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114705829220146699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114705829220146699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/op.html' title='op'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114690348646907451</id><published>2006-05-06T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:38:55.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fix You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; High up above or down below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you're too in love to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; If you never try you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Just what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Tears stream down on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; I promise you I will learn from the mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ohh I have nothing to do right now, just downloading and being mesmerized by a lot of songs :))&lt;br /&gt;I love Fix You, it's like everything I feel is there in the song, it's like it read what I am feeling, anyway I don't wanna go dramatic ( Mara says that I'm madrama! =]] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Only One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Broken this fragile thing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I've thrown my words all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; I feel so broken up&lt;/span&gt; (so broken up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I give up (I give up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I just want to tell you so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You are my only, my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I won't walk out until you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I let go, there's just no one who gets me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You are my only, my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Here I go so dishonestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Leave a note for you my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I know you can see right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So let me go and you will find someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I let go, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;there's just no one, no one like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You are my only, my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Out of boredom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Your own disaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114690348646907451?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114690348646907451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114690348646907451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114690348646907451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114690348646907451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-nothing-to-do.html' title='I have nothing to do.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114689514240466334</id><published>2006-05-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:33:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I'm blogging right now. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day with guitar lessons, my guitar lessons was at 9 a.m.-10 a.m. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally knew one of my weaknesses or shoudl I say dumbness is learning. I figured that I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLOW LEARNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( bringing myself down much? =)) ). I just got that figured out, I keep telling myself that I'm not, maybe because it's summer my head isn't working properly and appropriately. You wanna know why?  Well here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practicing really often because I know it's kinda hard and all, so as I get everything right, when I went there today, I was fidgeting, damn it. I was like totally nervous, I don't know why, it's like whenever I'm there, I get all cold and my hands start to get all clammy ( can you say gross? =)) ). I'm being neurotic. =)) Ughhh. So I got there na, and then I was playing this song that I'm pretty sure I know how to cause, I practiced it a lot. Then so I was like all good and then I played the next song and my hand started to become numb and like stay one one string, I don't know why, when I practiced in our house I was doing okay. So then he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I should use my other fingers when plucking, but I can't, all I was using was like my index finger. So then he gave me an exercise and to me it was easy like simply easy, when I was doing it, I keep messing up and then we keep starting and starting like a bazillion times. And then I knew this would come, the annoyance in his voice, I tried hard not to laugh because I know to myself that I'm really hard to be taught. But then I somehow managed to get it right, but barely =)). So that and here's another thing that I hated, in the notes there is like a 2 beat note, so when you play it you should count like 1-2 before you play the next note, but I keep forgetting it!!! If we kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;w each other like personally maybe he would've said I'm the slowest 14 year old he knows, I swear if you just saw his face, it's like it's gonna explode, well you can't blame him, can you? =)) I'm being so stupid, I don't know why. I was inwardly thinking like "you're so stupid and you're a slow learner!". I can't blame myself for being mean to myself. ( I crack myself up =)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me babbling on how dumb I am, hope you liked it. Weirdo. =)) 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, The OC's ending na, like n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ext, next week in the states. And I think One Tree Hill ended also this week. So I'm so excited. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got the graduation of the 4 of them and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/the%20graduates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/the%20graduates.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So that's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seth, Summer, Ryan and Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They look so cute and happy!!! Anyway, I still think that Ryan and Marissa should get back together soon as in immediately! Or at the season finale episode. ( If that won't just ruin the show ). Well but at least Ryan and Marissa are gonna go to the same university together, together as in together, but not together together like you know couples and all but together ( rambling 8-| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stranger than your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; This is my apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'm killing myself from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; All my fears have pushed you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; I wish for things that I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; All I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And what I chase won't set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; All I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I get scared but I'm not crawling on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Oh yeah everything's all wrong yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Everything's all wrong yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Where the hell did I think I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Stranger than your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; I take these things so I don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'm killing myself form the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Now my head's been filled with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; It's hard to lead the life you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; All I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; When all your luck's run out on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; All I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; You can't see when all your dreams are coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Oh yeah it's easy to forget yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; You choke on the regrets&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Who the hell did I think I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Stranger than your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; All these thoughts you stole form me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'm not sure where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; Nowhere's home and I'm all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I wasn't all the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; I tried to make believe I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I wouldn't be the one to kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Before the dreams I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; And all the talk and all the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Were all the empty things disguised as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Yeah&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; stranger than your sympathy &lt;/span&gt;stranger than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I love this song,  so  me. &lt;!--3    &lt;/span--&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'll tell you when I get dumber,(like that will happen!) ohh forgot I already am =)),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114689514240466334?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114689514240466334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114689514240466334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114689514240466334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114689514240466334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/yess.html' title='yess'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114679750544303611</id><published>2006-05-05T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:12:37.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just found the perfect songs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;So I'm reading a fan fic right now and I found the perfect songs for Ryan and Marissa. &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wahaha.   Here's what I picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/1600/rm12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 146px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3513/2310/320/rm12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find me here&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light that is leading me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;To the place where I find peace again&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength that keeps me walking&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope that keeps me trusting&lt;br /&gt;You are the life to my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose&lt;br /&gt;You are everything&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms&lt;br /&gt;You give me rest&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;You won't let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You still my heart and you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in would you take me deeper now&lt;br /&gt;And how can i stand here with you and not be moved by you? could you Tell me how could it&lt;br /&gt;Be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;You are everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget About Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Just let it die&lt;br /&gt;With no goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Details don't matter&lt;br /&gt;We both paid the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I'd be like that baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Now everytime I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I pretend I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When I wanna reach out to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But I turn and I walk and I let it ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Baby I must confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We were bigger than anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Remember us at our best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't foget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Late nights playin' in the dark    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And wakin' up inside my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;you'll always be in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I can see it in you eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You still want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So don't forget about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just speaking from experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nothing can compare to your first true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope this will remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When it's for real, it's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So don't forget about us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey say&lt;br /&gt;That you're in a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;But we both know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nothing comes close to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What we had, it perseveres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;That we both can't foget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;How we used to get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;There's only one me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And how we used to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;No matter what you go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We are one, that's a fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So baby we just can't let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The fire pass us by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Forever we'd both regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ C H O R U S ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When it's for real, it's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So don't forget about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;--- I just think that this is the perfect song for them, because they obviously still love each other. &lt;333&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;/span&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;/span&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You're barely waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Light up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to ryhme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've found I'm always scared to know I'm always on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here&lt;br /&gt;I lost my place&lt;br /&gt;I'm close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ R E P E A T= F I R S T= C H O R U S ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You finally find you and I collide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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songs!'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114681160956872636</id><published>2006-05-05T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:53:44.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm so freaking pissed off, I may lose my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Time flies by so fast&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you stuck in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wanna move on&lt;br /&gt;But memories just keep you standing still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your broken eyes tell me you're not happy&lt;br /&gt;You're broken smile tells me that you're gloomy&lt;br /&gt;If I could just do something about it, I would&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know I'm feeling the same way?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I wish it would all go away?&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be this way and let it stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was never good enough&lt;br /&gt;Always saying toughen up&lt;br /&gt;I was always second best&lt;br /&gt;Never the one to stand out to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I was always smiling&lt;br /&gt;But now slowly it's fading&lt;br /&gt;Sure I smile, but all of it are lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'m being profound and poetic ( If you can say tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;t. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; in the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; oh dear y&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ou look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; this world you must've crossed...you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; you don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; an open field,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; when flowers gaze at you...they're not the only ones who cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; when they see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; you don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; she said i think i'll go to boston...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i think i'll start a new life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i think i'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i'll get out of california, i'm tired of the weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i think i'll get a lover and fly em out to spain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i think i'll go to boston, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i think that i'm just tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i think i need a new tow, to leave this all behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i think i need a sunrise, i'm tired of the sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; i hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; boston...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;where no one knows my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114681160956872636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114681160956872636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114679396896591290</id><published>2006-05-04T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:52:48.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey everyone. I am back. Haha. I didn't get a chance to post for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to post yesterday but damn it, when I finished fixing my layout our computer shut off! ~x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, nothing much happened, As usual I read a lot of fan fics and new favorite was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together and Apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This fic is so sad but amazingly written, it's like when I'm reading it I was there. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 03, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced guitar a little bit, and then I decided that this day, will be a rest day. :)) So all I did was sit in front of the computer. Haha. =)) Yeah and I was so bummed, cause my aunt was suppose to be on a flight at 6 p.m. and then she didn't catch her flight so we had to pick her up at 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 04, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced guitar for the rest of the afternoon and then proceeded to fixing my layout, because I was in the mood. And then my computer shut off suddenly, so I was like screaming at my computer! =)) 8-| And then that, I read more fan fics!!! Ohh, ohh and I learned how to play Collide by Howie Day on the guitar that day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short post, it's because I can't use the computer that long. Grounded. arrghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just wanna bring you down so badly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&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-weight: bold;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114679396896591290?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114679396896591290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114679396896591290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114679396896591290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114679396896591290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/heyy.html' title='Heyy.'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114657672202735813</id><published>2006-05-02T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:49:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily hurting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hey look, another post. =) I'm so not like bored or tired to day, dunno why. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, good news, I learned how to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris by Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the guitar. =))&lt;br /&gt;I was like so happy when I learmed how to 'cause it became like my favorite song, I could put it on repeat for hours. Haha. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I don't know what song I'm gonna play next. I'm thinking more like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( I love that song!) or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sympathy by Goo Goo Dolls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( I love Goo Goo Dolls and the song kinda reminds me of the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A Cinderella Story"&lt;/span&gt; ) or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collide by Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know yet, but I'm sure whatever I pick would be fine cause I love them, but for me I'd like to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, cause it kinda makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; :)) It's like when I hear that I wanna sing soo loud, yeahh, rock on!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, and I have another something something... I really can't sleep at night, I dunno why but I just can't, I mean sure I'd go to bed like at 11 p.m to like sleep it all off, but then I would really sleep at like 3 a.m. which pretty much sucked because when morning comes, I'm like all groggy and like my head's spinning... Yeah and I feel like my mind isn't working that's why I feel like so dumb =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, summer, one of my most boring summer. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, so I've been telling &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A LOT&lt;/span&gt; about my favorite fan fics, well it's pretty much a reason for me to wake up like everyday hoping that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan and Marissa get back together, at least, in their make-up stories about Ryan and Marissa. &lt;/span&gt;Actually their stories are a lot better than on what's happening in the "real" OC, but still it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there's one thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate about myself, that would be being SENSITIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, even in stories I totally wipe out or seriously cry. there was like a part in the story where Marissa has forgotten everything they have, her and Ryan, I mean she has gotten an Amnesia or something when she got hit by a car, so when Ryan was like constantly visiting her in the hospital she was always like yelling at him telling him to go. But then one day when Ryan was about to go in her room, she saw Marissa with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny &lt;/span&gt;( We all know him, the psycho who fell of the cliff well at least he's a bit better than Oliver and waayyy cuter :p ) laughing and just you know smiling and everything, well considering Ryan is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or her boyfriend should have been doing that or myabe at least try doing that with her, but she just didn't want him or like she keeps blocking him from doing it. And obviously Ryan was hurt when she saw her laughing with him like that, when he should have been doing that with her ( God, I'm being repetitive, forgive me =)) ). And then he left and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ryan was like on the verge of crying&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also cried a lot&lt;/span&gt;. I started yelling at Marissa for being so stupid and naive at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Ryan eversince, he was this brooding, bad boy and yet a very sweet ( but not really showing it all the time) and protective boyfriend, sure he doesn't wanna talk a lot about stuff, but as they say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;action speaks louder than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ryan, being the guy who doesn't talk much shows you a lot how he cares for you, not verbally but physically, and sometimes by being overprotective on hurting other's feelings ( especially Marissa's ) he hurts them still but not on purpose. I just love the guy. I feel so sorry for him whenever they break up, he was like the person in their relationship that was constantly working to try and save it and Marissa was the one who was destroying it, but not actually realizing it. They're perfect for each other though such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worlds apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Tree Hill and The OC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;, I forgot about it, so I didn't get to catch OTH!!! Ohh well anyway, there's a replay on Sunday so it's fine, but I did get to catch a little bit of The OC, where Ryan went to Chino and talked to his d*ck head brother and accidentalliy saw his ex-girlfriend, Theresa. And the part where Seth told Summer his "undying love" for her ( awww ) and the part where Ryan and Marissa danced outside and Ryan said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sorry I missed prom" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;and Marissa said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're just in time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; Can't they get any sweeter??!! I love them &lt;333&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris by Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; ( Wala lang, I just wanna put it =D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&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 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;And sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just don't wanna miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ Chorus ]]&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&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;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in you lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you bleed just to know your alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ Chorus ]]&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[[ Repeat Chorus two times ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;3 that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Have you ever have one of those days you wish you could live over again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;- I definitely have, actually not days but months or years. I certainly want to live those days where I was carefree and not minding what happens the next day, the days where I used to smile all the time with just so little things, the days where everyone gets together every week for a little party or just simply see each other to talk about stuff that didn't really matter whether it exists or not. The days when I used to be the girl who loves everything that she has around whether big or small. And the days when everyone was there, that you could feel each other's presence. And those days were the days that I was 10 years old or maybe 8. Life before then was colorful filled with happy moments and unforgettable things, but now my life was painted with dark colors, where happiness is hard to find, somehow the life where you should really look in, the life where you should be searching keenly and carefully to find what your looking for, unlike before where it was just with you,  taking you where you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ --- I never realized I could be so profound, or should I say emotional?  =) ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be my escape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eunice &lt;!--3&lt;/span--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span 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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 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24392118-114657672202735813?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114657672202735813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114657672202735813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114657672202735813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114657672202735813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/05/happily-hurting.html' title='Happily hurting'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114646387844361840</id><published>2006-04-30T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:06:27.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy awkward :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Uhmm yeah last night was kinda awkward. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't supposed to be, but to our family it is, it's like when you're bringing your girlfriend or boyfriend in our home was kind of a big deal, well at least for my dad, as well as for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so last night my sister's boyfriend came here, too bad I was like downloading tons of songs and reading in the internet when he came so I had to go to my room and practice guitar. Gah, it totally sucked, I was like in over my head in reading my fave fan fic, when he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins, holy awkward, my dad spent most of his time in his room while I am in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my dad was gonna like talk to him about him and my sister, or the reason why he came was because to talk to my dad, well I missed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; of him coming over to our house. [ Or if there was a point :)) ] He only came to the house to you know hang out and all not really to have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"big talk"&lt;/span&gt; ( As I refer to my dad talking my brother's girlfriend or my sister's boyfriend =)) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he was about to leave, they said their goodbyes and all and then the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"talk" &lt;/span&gt;came. And guess what, I was there I heard everything, but I was pretending like I didn't even care, that I wasn't listening and busy with what I was doing ( I was downloading songs...), I tried my best not to laugh or somehow tried my best  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;to start laughing at the start of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"big talk"&lt;/span&gt;. I really didn't wanna be rude. It's just when my dad talks about stuff like if you're going to marry her or blah, blah, blah, I just don't think my sister would even be marrying soon, I mean I know she will, but not really at this point, so I just don't think it's appropriate to be talking things like that. My sister said it was okay though, but I told her it was too early to be saying things like that, but I guess in my dad's POV ( point of view) they should be like ready with everything when that time comes. ( Which I know won't be happening anytime soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then when we were about to sleep my sister keeps asking me on what I think about what my dad said, as usual I find it unappropriate at least at the timing to which when it was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even joked about my sister if she even really loves him or something and kept asking if they were soulmates or something ( I know I sound so childish, when it comes to the family I can be :p) then I told that when she gets married or even my brother does, I would like totally cry!!! She kept laughing while I was like totally dazed out on what might happen when she does or my brother does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, It's good to see someone or hear someone that they are going to be married, I just don't buy into the whole happy ending thing. It's just a lot of people end up marrying each other and then for the next couple of years or so they'll break up or find someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure being married could be fun, but once you get used to that same person everyday, you kinda wish you were with a different person, at least that's how they feel ( I mean based on some show or on ohter people's lives :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I also don't believe in soulmates, sure you'll find that one person you think you're gonna live for the rest of your life but the opposite. I mean, it's not like you're gonna be together forever, but I still do believe in forever just not with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause for me marrying someone is just like having a boyfriend whom you've dated like years ago only you're being tied with him forever, or at least until you have love for each other. I just don't see why you have to marry that person to be tied like forever when you can have him forever just not really like marriage has it, for kids maybe?! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and it's complexities are just hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pessimistic and completely dazed out on how love works,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114646387844361840?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114646387844361840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114646387844361840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114646387844361840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114646387844361840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-awkward.html' title='Holy awkward :))'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114632250176628985</id><published>2006-04-29T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:55:04.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hey world, it's me. Haha. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it's been like forever since I posted here, so yeah it's been like a week or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I haven't been around to posting is because all I do was practice for guitar lessons and read my ohh-so fave fan fics. Haha =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah The OC Season 3's gonna end na, like two episodes are left and I can't wait for those!!! It sucks that in ETC they're gonna air the OC 3 in like May 16 I think, when it's like almost over. That's why I downloaded all the episodes in our computer and yeah, I'm like so happy!! My brother's friend, knows where I could buy like fake dvds of the OC so I told my brother to get me the season 3!!! I'm gonna get it next week!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also One Tree HiIl's ending also. I so hate LUCAS EUGENE SCOTT! &gt;:) He cheated on Brooke for the second time again and also with the same girl- Peyton. Damn it! :(( He even told Brooke he's the one for her, and again he cheated... I thought this time he'll be like so different from the Lucas he was and he was still the Lucas from before only hotter =))  Yeah and he even said like " I love you" to Peyton and Peyton said "I love you too" back. I can't believe those two, maybe this time they're finally over and Brooke would never forgive Peyton. But still, I want Lucas and Brooke together, if Lucas and Peyton get together, I'll be loving the OC so much more!!! *grins* =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Edit this if I have time,                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;exhausted and happy&lt;br /&gt;Eunice &amp;#9829;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"You're the one that I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see her face? Girls like that, are born with a boyfriend." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- I love this one! It's so true. When you see a girl who is beautful, you'll always say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Siguro ang daming nanliligaw dyan."&lt;/span&gt;  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24392118-114632250176628985?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114632250176628985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114632250176628985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114632250176628985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114632250176628985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114537376291056913</id><published>2006-04-18T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:22:43.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore fingers =((</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was like one of the most hardest days I have ever had! My fingers are totally sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because today is the day of my guitar lessons. It's fun but it's hard, you know with all the hard pressing on the string. God, I thought I have like long fingers, but then when I was doing the exercise it was really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like 5 exercises before I play the guitar and I have one assignment, which I haven't done yet, hopefully tomorrow because may fingers hurt so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, short post I know. Sorry. Besides you wouldn't wanna be hearing from me anyway right? I just made this to let my feelings out so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My fingers hurt so bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Eunice &amp;#9829;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114537376291056913?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114537376291056913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114537376291056913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114537376291056913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114537376291056913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/04/sore-fingers.html' title='Sore fingers =(('/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114537078137918862</id><published>2006-04-18T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:58:00.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring-ness and Lame-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, so uhm haven't been blogging in a while, again I have nothing but so much things to do. AMP. Labo. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 12, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, so I forgot what I did that day. :)) But one thing's for sure, I read a lot of new fan fics about the OC that day. And yeah totally pissed because my fave site isn't working on our computer! *RAWR* Why did my uncle have to download some nonsense music? If he didn't, this computer might be working normally or this might be functional. [[ I'm mean! ]] =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April 13, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I read new fan fics again for sure. I kinda don't remember anything. Haha. Maybe this was the day that Tatum git back from her province, I really don't remember anything, I must be getting old! =)) Yah, and maybe I was EMO that day [[ As always ]] =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April 14, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My aunt came. She's living in Arizona, but when she came here, she's like from Japan I think. Cause there has been some problems with my cousin ( which is her daughter) who is living there. So there, her arrival was supposed to be like at 10:30 PM, she was there at the airport like 10:20 but her luggage came a little late ( or really late =I ) so she got out at like 11: 30 PM. Wahh, I spent my time there standing and looking annoyingly at the monitor to see if she has arrived. Of course she did =)) We're not really that close ( me and my aunt) so we don't talk that much, but she's nice to me and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April 15, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So before this night, I was kinda hoping that we'd go out, you know mall and stuff. Well we did! =)) I was with my aunt and my other aunt and my cousin. So yeah, first we ate at congo grille. I wasn't really hungry so it's okay. Then we went to the mall, ATC, so my other aunt went to like a nail spa or something. So the three of us went to the food court and saw some of my sister's friends. We greeted them and all and went back to the nail spa, then we went to pancake house to eat again. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April 16-17, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aside from being tortured from my dad's non-stopping-and yet-he-thinks-it's-funny comments, I did nothing but read fan fics. God, if I my dad hadn't been rambling to me about how messy I was with my stuff and how 'bad' ( as he referred to me not paying attention to him) I was since summer or maybe not summer started, I wouldn't had left the computer. *GRIN*. My dad's been totally like punishing me from being I don't know, me. Good thing I brought my friend SARCASM with me and survived with him. He's like constantly irritating me over some stuff that seriously he knows that I don't care. [[ I'm starting to be like Seth Cohen from The OC, ohh sarcasm and irony, things needed to survive in this life. ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I maybe mean, but he's more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life is just so complicated and horrible. It's like it's there to either break you or put you together. I mean it's like life's just there to make you feel worse and yet give you some good things, which you'd rather not accpet because there are a lot more bad things happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweet Sarcasm. Ohh I need a bestfriend, would you be that one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People come into our lives and quickly go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with a passing whisper of their wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They stay in our lives for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;---&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes it's true. Some people come and go, either to make you more aware in life and let you take a step forward or just be left in the world where you are just worse. They may pass wisdom and may also pass mistakes, mistakes that you should have never done, which make you or turn you into a whole new different person. There are people who come to re-build you and there are people who destroy you. And some are there to make life bearable even if it totally sucks, just like friends. And some are constantly there, just to be ther when people come and go, they're the ones who would never leave you even if you wanted to, family. And there you are accepting everything, everything that has been given to you, either it's good or bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;---People always leave. But sometimes they come back. (( One Tree Hill ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Analyzing Life and Being Sarcastic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eunice ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24392118-114537078137918862?l=sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/114537078137918862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24392118&amp;postID=114537078137918862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114537078137918862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24392118/posts/default/114537078137918862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsarcasm-x3.blogspot.com/2006/04/boring-ness-and-lame-ness.html' title='Boring-ness and Lame-ness'/><author><name>euniice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969143821031629945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392118.post-114416434335407849</id><published>2006-04-04T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T06:18:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry if I haven't been updating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April 04, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to Bien's House with my classmates. Bien was my former classmate in elementary. That day was soo funn! We ate, laughed and we drank wine. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 06, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was my birthday, and my sister's graduation. Of course the main event was my sister's graduation, so uhm Congrats to my sis! =)) I'm the only person in our family who hasn't finished school yet =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April 07, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was my real birthday celebration. I went out with friends and watched Just Friends; the movie was sooo funny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;((♥Forgiveness is more than saying sorry♥ Be yourself, be yourself, be yoooouurself! ♥)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April 08-09, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Total boring-ness and uhhhh...uhhh... =)) ((You get the picture! :p))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 10, 2006 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was my cousin's birthday as well as Joyce's. So that's all, boring isn't it? =)) Ohh and yeah, I was supposed to watch Project Runway that day and &lt;strong&gt;I totally forgot&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! =)) And yeah, I enrolled for &lt;strong&gt;guitar lessons&lt;/strong&gt; that day and my lessons start on &lt;strong&gt;April 18&lt;/strong&gt;, so can't wait !!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sp
