<?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-5151390</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:07:14.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Inbetween</title><subtitle type='html'>this is the dreamcatcher's blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105865955330248594</id><published>2003-07-19T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T17:06:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arrrgh, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;changed my blog url again, back to my pitas one =D &lt;A HREF="http://blackivory.pitas.com"&gt;click here&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahehehe =p update your links friends =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105865955330248594?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105865955330248594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105865955330248594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105865955330248594' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105857485676882447</id><published>2003-07-18T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T17:34:16.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quizzes =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AsTrIdCaLiStA/1058543631_anescence2.jpg" border="0" alt="evanescence"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know the whole Fallen CD by heart. Go you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AsTrIdCaLiStA/quizzes/Do%20you%20know%20Evanescence%20lyrics%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Do you know Evanescence lyrics?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, nagawa ko! And I'm not even an Evanescence fan!! =D (note: this is the girl who gave her Evanescence CD away)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pressthebigredbutton/1055173224_CRussellquizdemocrat.jpg" border="0" alt="Democrat"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Threat rating: High. The Bush administration is&lt;br&gt;concerned that it may not get a second term.&lt;br&gt;Therefore, we are going to change the rules so&lt;br&gt;that each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2&lt;br&gt;votes because Democrat is a shorter word than&lt;br&gt;Republican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pressthebigredbutton/quizzes/What%20threat%20to%20the%20Bush%20administration%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What threat to the Bush administration are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be the embodiement of all evil, but Clinton is not the embodiement of democracy. Damn republicans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/darkmoonrain/quizzes/What%20rating%20is%20your%20journal%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/darkmoonrain/1056295692_resratedpg.jpg" border="0" alt="pg"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What rating is your journal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kanemitsu/1040977241_CThequizscream2-6.jpg" border="0" alt="stab "&gt;&lt;br&gt;You'd stab them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kanemitsu/quizzes/%20How%20would%20you%20kill%20someone/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; How would you kill someone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, morbid quiz =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/trinitykills/1052702439_esQuiz3neo.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Neo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You&lt;br&gt;display a perfect fusion of heroism and&lt;br&gt;compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/trinitykills/quizzes/What%20Matrix%20Persona%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Matrix Persona Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really, but okay...weird quiz *shrugs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much friends are screwed up this fine Saturday morning. Arrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105857485676882447?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105857485676882447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105857485676882447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105857485676882447' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105852082668119308</id><published>2003-07-18T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T02:33:46.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I PASSED MY MATH LONG TEST!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, wala lang. I'm just really proud because it was freakin' hard (it's the type that makes you go, "whoa, this is easy!" but it turns out harder than you think =p) and coz I didn't study--scanned through all the formulas a period before, then shut my Math notebook. Though I never really study, though =___= I have to start studyiiiing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Physics long test today--have a better feeling about it than what I felt during the Math long test. (Got that?) Hopefully it'll turn out good. *crosses fingers*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the week's over, alriiight!!!!! =D two days of......projects and homeworks. ;__; Life still sucks. Not as much though. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Jae's visit was extended! by seven days. He's leaving sometime next week. Kuya Jae, don't leeeave @_@ wala lang =p If you're reading this, when are you leaving? Can't text anymore, no more credits in my phone, can't text @_@ tortuuure..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of torture...VOICE LESSONS tomorrow.....heellllp, nooo....;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Whyz awhile ago, I like her hair =p She looks funky as usual. Why does she look so funky? I can never, ever be funky. Guess it really isn't in me to be like that--I'm different, in my own, weird, Aissa-tic way. Hahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy...no intention of doing homework anytime today =D Tomorrow na! Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. School, college review class after...nothing eventful. -___- Just lots and loads of homework. Arrgh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for what I did awhile ago. Hope it doesn't piss Gio off. ;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write my journal entry for English here later. For now...later!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Yubiwa"-Escaflowne OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/b&gt; hyperishly guilty -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105852082668119308?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105852082668119308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105852082668119308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105852082668119308' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105839216476317103</id><published>2003-07-16T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T14:49:24.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;=____=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, I like that face. =p&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, nothing to do, so I'm typing in here. Hardly get to update anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh, it's so hard to get online! I'm using this fucked up prepaid card which REFUSES to let me get online around 9:30 pm in the evening already, so I have to resort to other options...(like waking up at 5 am @__@) This is how much I value my internet time. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...stupid blogger (in cooperation with my internet connection...hey, doesn't that sound like an advertisement?) erased my entry yesterday, which had 3 DAYS' WORTH journal entries for english. =_______= THAT was annoying. They were literary works of art, I tell you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather giddy today. Well, this morning. Whee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math LT today. =p happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Itchy last night, discussing this new school of thought I'm planning to put up--here's the thing: everything leads to me. Here's how we shall explain it: Everything tends towards the common good, right? Right. Now, who is the common good? &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; am the common good. bwahahaha. Do we need a demonstration? Yes, I think we do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Nah, too lazy to type. Some other time. Or ask Itchy. =p (phone number: ask her na rin =p)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally opened my Psych book, read the first few pages...then closed it again. Some other time when I'm in the mood. =p Was in no such mood to study or read or do anything progressive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! it's THURSDAY! which means FRIDAY is near. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....haha. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;List of things to do within the week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Finish the *bleep* Fil script (Maan...)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Finish the *bleeeeeeeping* tentative HS/B play script&lt;br /&gt;3.) Study for Physics long test&lt;br /&gt;4.) Get around to re-starting *knocks Blogger around the head* English journal&lt;br /&gt;5.) Start Rustam's *bleep**bleep* letter to Tamineh&lt;br /&gt;6.) stop *bleeeping* cursing&lt;br /&gt;7.) @___@ practice for voice before Teacher Anna knocks me around the head&lt;br /&gt;8.) any random homework any teacher might give should be finished. &lt;br /&gt;9.) actually give my memos to my mom&lt;br /&gt;10.) Think of starting English portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;11.) If there's anything else, ahhh, tough luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I'm reviving it again =p)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; "Home"-Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; giddy / content&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105839216476317103?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105839216476317103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105839216476317103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105839216476317103' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105830614639054850</id><published>2003-07-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T14:55:46.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVIL THING DELETED MY POST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well =p I'll just write it again in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105830614639054850?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105830614639054850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105830614639054850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105830614639054850' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105809470012999419</id><published>2003-07-13T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T04:11:40.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Haaay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystel's party yesterday. Astiiig. Met Neil and X for the first time--Neil can play the guitar like anything and sing like whoever the hell he feels like singing like (as in anyone, whether it be rock, alternative or jrock---idol!!), and X can play the drums like hell (and he can also sing, ganda ng boses niya, though he didn't sing for the mic). Lupit nila =D The party was half jamming/talking/walking around =p, but twas fun. Bought how much bottles of Island Punch (and some Gin for me) though we didn't even touch em @___@ I brought the gin home though =D *hugs bottle of London Gin* Party lasted till two, though Jae and I still wanted to go out after =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...(is in contemplative mood)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the night&lt;br /&gt;It was the moon that stole my slumber&lt;br /&gt;Across the night&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with people sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And hugged a man's arthritic shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell tired, asleep in a golden ocean&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes perspired, a spike in my fascination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling will run right through the night&lt;br /&gt;And I'll only make you cry with these feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless, untamed without a leash on the light around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us be married and have another baby&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't wanna be lonely I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;Yeh let's just get married shouting baby, baby, babies&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never sleep at all"&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;From higher points than sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be lonely&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Really can't get over this song. First time I heard this was like, what, January, February? And I liked it right off the bat. It's still my most favorite song of all time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know...feel like I can really associate myself with this song. There's just something about it, don't know exactly what, that makes me want to listen to it over and over again--can never get tired of this song, that's for sure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure doesn't sound much like Silverchair though, not dark, angsty Silverchair, it's different, that's for sure. It's a beautiful song, in a sad, haunting manner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I've changed helluva lot since second year. Or first year, or anything below third year. Feel like I've gone such a long way from where I've begun--not as naive as I used to be. Sure, maybe still crazy, maybe even crazier, but, I don't know....I feel so different. As if I don't know myself anymore. I used to be so sure of who I was, what I was doing, rock-solid confidence,shit like that--now I feel as if I'm stumbling through life, don't know where I'm going, aimlessly groping for something, anything to show me that I'm on the right path. Things are all fucking screwed up, can't tell right from wrong anymore, don't know where to go, where to be, who to trust, except for...yeah, that person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been such a fucking hypocrite lately, and I feel so fucking bad for that, which doesn't exactly help how I currently feel, don't know why I keep on acting like this. Hurting people, having no regard for them or how they may feel whatsoever, may they be fragile male egos or my own friends. Ahh...the guilt, it's eating me up....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, fucking hell....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing Paraiso on the piano lately. Nearly done with it, just have to finish the chorus, then I'm all done with it. I like what I've done with it. Forgotten what other songs I've done though, which is annoying @__@ that's the thing with making &lt;i&gt;kapa&lt;/i&gt; new songs, I forget everything else. Arrrr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Cherry6124/1056015454_bannerslr1.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Laguna and Raine"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Laguna and Raine! Your guy is clumsy and shy&lt;br&gt;with girls, but he's the sweetest guy you'll&lt;br&gt;ever meet. Your girl is serious and&lt;br&gt;hardworking, but she knows how to love! Aren't&lt;br&gt;they perfect for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Cherry6124/quizzes/Which%20Final%20Fantasy%20VIII%20Couple%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Final Fantasy VIII Couple Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. coooool. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105809470012999419?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105809470012999419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105809470012999419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105809470012999419' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105797114061288567</id><published>2003-07-11T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T17:52:20.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quizzes! =D stole from atsuko's blog, hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/stereotypequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/outcast.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which stereotype are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok,first of all, di ako introverted @_@ ask my friends, lol. This test is screwed up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056293353_Adesire.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... desire."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... desire.&lt;br /&gt;You sure are motivated.  You have a definite knack&lt;br&gt;for getting what you want.  You always put your&lt;br&gt;own interests before those of others, and you&lt;br&gt;almost always find youself being satisfied.&lt;br&gt;Though you have determination, try some&lt;br&gt;compassion.  Putting others first occassionally&lt;br&gt;can get you even more satisfying relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_____@ *ahem* ang...sagwa ng picture. *ahem* yes, very, ehrm....@___@ it sounds so bad....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047301638_mysterious.jpg" border="0" alt="mysterious"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner never&lt;br&gt;knows what you're going to come up with next;&lt;br&gt;this creates great excitement and arousal never&lt;br&gt;knowing what to expect.  And it's sure to end&lt;br&gt;in a kiss as great as your mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i kiss mysteriously. riiiight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm perfect. mwahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1031613643_CMyDocumentsMyPicturesanitalker.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You Can Talk to Animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Legowen/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Magic%20Power%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Magic Power?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMALS ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105797114061288567?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105797114061288567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105797114061288567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105797114061288567' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105796387228532294</id><published>2003-07-11T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T15:51:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Haven't posted in such a long time =p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! Just haven't been really in the mood lately to post. Either too lazy or...yeah, that's it, too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, update on what's been up (what I never said in the past entries or whatever's happening):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) School's back. (duh)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Jae came here from the US--"surprise" daw :p cool, surprise nga! hehe. he came pa mga June 3 though. He's leaving on the fifteenth already ;___; noooo.......&lt;br /&gt;3.) Krystel's party today! inuman tayoo! &lt;br /&gt;4.) There's this weird girl...okaaay.....(if you want more info on her, ask me privately)&lt;br /&gt;5.) Met Jeffer's best friend Churro online =D best friend na ewan na hindi. Hehe, she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I like my English teacher now. =)&lt;br /&gt;7.) Still really apprehensive about my college applications. Why do I feel like I'm not going to get into anything? God, pleeeease ;__;&lt;br /&gt;8.) yay~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**feeling really hyper for no reason at all =D**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now. Longer entry later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105796387228532294?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105796387228532294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105796387228532294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105796387228532294' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105678621531210940</id><published>2003-06-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T00:43:35.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;To touch the sky and reach up into the heavens, to number the stars and paint them gold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105678621531210940?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105678621531210940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105678621531210940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105678621531210940' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-105662060708064566</id><published>2003-06-26T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T02:43:26.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Good times for a change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the luck I've had &lt;br /&gt;Can make a good man &lt;br /&gt;Turn bad &lt;br /&gt;So please please please &lt;br /&gt;Let me, let me, let me &lt;br /&gt;Let me get what I want &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a dream in a long time&lt;br /&gt;See, the life I've had &lt;br /&gt;Can make a good man bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for once in my life &lt;br /&gt;Let me get what I want &lt;br /&gt;Lord knows, it would be the first time &lt;br /&gt;Lord knows, it would be the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Please, Please, Please let me get what I want, The Smiths&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in the longest time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been going on though--social life-wise. Second week of school, I'm already fucking busy. Senior year's a hassle. Well, not really, it's been kinda fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not into my English teacher. She doesn't scare me though, she just annoys me to a great degree. Physics is turning out quite okay, looks like I'm not going to have that much of a hard time this schoolyear, regarding the sciences, at least~~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is a different story, though. Heaven help me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...going out on Saturday, Bianca's birthday celeb (at last). Go-carting, if I'm not mistaken -___- Something I am not very well good at...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have so much stuff to do! Currently this is what I should be doing:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Putting the finishing touches on the Rosette (school newspaper) article I'm writing. Yes, I got in, yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Interviewing the person I'm supposed to be interviewing (she's the head of this new org in our school), but she is currently M.I.A (Missing In Action). I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Touching up my yearbook write-up and looking for pictures to put in the yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Doing my moral theology paper.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I am:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Typing here&lt;br /&gt;2.) Waiting for my interviewee to show up online.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Very much apprehensive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our choir sang for the mass in school awhile ago. The people actually clapped after the entire thing was over. That's never happened the entire four years I've been in the high school choir, and I'm extremely proud of the fact that they clapped for us. (They might have been clapping though, coz the entire thing was over...) I am proud of it, yet at the same time kinda sad, since it'll probably be the first and last year they'll be doing this while we're still there...(we're seniors now!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old. I'm a high school senior. Seemed like yesterday when I was but a freshman in this dark, dreary hell called high school. Now I'm leaving it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading Memnoch the Devil a few days ago, by the way. Exquisite. (that's the only word I can find to describe it). Armand is still the dark angel of a cherub I've always known him to be. Planning to start a book circle kind of thing with Whyz--we read the same book, assign chapters to be read within a span of days, then discuss it when we can. Haven't found a book we both want to read yet, though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Was fucking hyper awhile ago, don't know where it's all gone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how you can get along so well with some people, though you barely know them, you two talk like you've known each other your whole life? That's only happened to me with two people, of course whose identities I won't disclose. Both of them are very close to my heart. (Awww....haha, kayo ha, walang mag-fefeeling-feeling diyan! it's not youuuu! =p) in different ways, though. One, I regard as nothing more than a good friend, someone I have to look out for. The other....the other. =p hehehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. enough of this, now I go. Later!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-105662060708064566?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105662060708064566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/105662060708064566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105662060708064566' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95826190</id><published>2003-06-19T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T06:33:24.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Am posting at every chance I get. There isn't much though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had campus tour today. Am too lazy to type stuff here about it, so I will not =p It was fun though. UP forever~~&lt;br /&gt;Finally had contact with &lt;b&gt;Nina&lt;/b&gt; after what seemed like a million years o.O Lol. Catching up on each other and stuff. Cris is coming back tonight, yay for her~~~~ =D Nina's crazy. *smiiiirk*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arr. Can't get &lt;b&gt;this certain thought&lt;/b&gt; out of my head. Am being driven nuts. *tries to chase certain thought away*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this blog. I can't say what I really want to say =___= arrrrgh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I go. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95826190?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95826190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95826190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95826190' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95750566</id><published>2003-06-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T05:26:35.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;**Am on ramble mode...if you don't want to hear my ramblings/thoughts as of the moment, then scroll down. Nothing significant.**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Solzhenitsyn's "The One Great Heart"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Read this over three times, couldn't seem to get it much the first time around. None of the words really sank in either until the second time around, wherein I decided if I didn't understand a word, or a phrase, I would read it over and break it down until I understood it (something of a first for me). However, one of the many insights I had come across which I couldn't understand upon first glance were these two paragraphs:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...What can literature do against the pitiless onslaught of naked violence? Let us not forget that violence does not and cannot flourish by itself; it is inevitably intertwined with LYING. Between them there is the closest, the most profound and natural bond: nothing screens violence except lies, and the only way lies can hold out is by violence. &lt;b&gt;Whoever has once announced violence as his METHOD must inexhorably choose lying as his PRINCIPLE&lt;/b&gt;..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...The simple act of an ordinary courageous man is not to take part, not to support lies! Let &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; come into the world and even reign over it, but not through me. Writers and artists can do more: they can VANQUISH LIES! In the struggle against lies, art has always won and always will. Conspicuously, incontestably for everyone, &lt;b&gt;Lies can stand up against much in the world, but not against art&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read them over and over, I grew to understand (and nonetheless appreciate) what the writing in print before me said. Though I wondered, and pondered--what made art so great, so powerful, that it could overcome even these vices? And I got it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art, if defined, is self-expression, expression of one's self. Now, self-expression itself is TRUTH--if self-expression weren't used as a means to reveal one's self, then that would defeat the whole purpose of it, since it exists solely to express, to TELL! And what is there to tell but the truth?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lying, as mentioned above, is the basis, the very principle of violence; one does not exist without the other, but lying is a pre-requisite in order for violence to come about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art defeats lying as it is the truth. Truth is the anti-thesis of Lying. Truth overcomes Lies, and in turn, overcomes Violence. Simple as that.Why I hadn't seen it beforehand, I didn't know. Maybe that was because lately, I have been habitually practicing &lt;b&gt;Not Thinking At All.&lt;/b&gt; Something to worry about? For me, sort of. I should start using my brain more often.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is possibly the only universal pillar of civilization (and society as we know it) man rests upon, which hasn't been corrupted by his own vices. And how can he? As Art is a truth, and how can a virtue in itself be corrupted, turned into a vice?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The beauty, the goodness of Art can never be taken away. Yes, goodness. There are others though, who try to pass their works off as "Art", but &lt;b&gt;it is not Art&lt;/b&gt;, for Art is purely, and wholly in itself, &lt;b&gt;a surreal representation of man's expression of self.&lt;/b&gt; It is an expression of his soul, his core, his very being.&lt;/b&gt; All the other pieces may seem like Art, but they are not Art, but merely &lt;b&gt;cheap representations of the human essence&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arts as of now, are dying--they are oppressed by the majority, as times are changing, modernization, globalization; Humanities are no longer the way to go. There is hardly anything real, true, they are all synthetic, cold, man-made. Unreal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is too lazy to think any more*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been studying for college entrance exams. I feel like such an idiot when it comes to the English portion. Is my vocabulary that limited??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Math.....*refuses to say anything more* @___@&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you didn't get my entire long tirade up there *points to rant* OR if you didn't read it, I was just trying to say, Shame on you for not patronizing the arts. From now on, you must love them! Mwahahaha~~~~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Glad I finished all my homework. Off to sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95750566?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95750566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95750566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95750566' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95746996</id><published>2003-06-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T01:44:47.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the laptop sitting by the PC, right underneath the table. I rock. XD I need to use it for research anyway, so yess!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Now for the lowdown on my first day of school Xp lol. It wasn't half that bad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our entire batch was supposed to be block sectioned (which in layman's terms means that we retain our class sections from last schoolyear). My mom put in a last minute request to the high school coordinator that she put me in &lt;b&gt;any other section other than the one I had last year.&lt;/b&gt; Which now that I think about it, really sucks since I formed a lot of new friendships with people I otherwise wouldn't have even thought of going near if I had had my friends with me. But my class as of now is okay....I guess...(=p) though I miss my old class. Waaah ;__; guess I'll have to start adjusting. Annoying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good thing:&lt;/b&gt; I'm with most of my barkada (close friends): &lt;b&gt;Adi, Posas, Bianx, Maan, Kei&lt;/b&gt;. And that's five out of eight, folks (I'm another, which makes six out of nine from our group from the senior level in my class). So I have permanent partners and groupmates. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bad thing:&lt;/b&gt; I am &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; used to their class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their class (okay, my class too) is somewhat a reincarnation (can that term be used for group nouns?) of my sophomore class two years back. It was fun, but I had gotten used to my junior level class from last year (though it had also taken me some time to adjust). Now I have to adjust again. (Can you tell I don't react well to change?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I don't really know how my class this year is going to be like, so I'll just have to wait and see. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about the class. Now, about the class proper. =p The teachers this year are surprisingly normal--no one to pick on anymore --; We haven't met our new History teacher though, so we'll just see. =p joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher doesn't like me.-__- that's what it seems like so far, we'll see....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our Math teacher is nice =D I'll try to be good in Math this year, bwahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our Filipino teacher is nice =p I like her too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we took a &lt;b&gt;Multiple Intelligence test&lt;/b&gt; today. I am &lt;b&gt;Musically&lt;/b&gt; inclined, as well as &lt;b&gt;logically&lt;/b&gt; inclined. Oh, and I'm a &lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt; person. Riiight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nothing else interesting happened. I can't exactly put down what I'm thinking at the moment, since people are reading this, people who &lt;b&gt;think they know me&lt;/b&gt;, therefore I won't put down anything they wouldn't want to read, lest they get " scandalized". I shall put down what they would &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; to read, since they're quite comfortable with the idea that I am &lt;b&gt;like this&lt;/b&gt; (hint: not myself), instead of anything else. And if I give out a hint that I am something like that anything else, they will get uncomfortable with the fact that they know me, so let us put them at ease, shall we? Disillusioned idiot, yes. But a comfortable one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;, to the people who think they know what I'm talking about, I'm not talking about &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;. I'm talking about something else entirely different. And yes, I am pointing fingers at &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt;. Little fucker. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for today. Off I go~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95746996?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95746996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95746996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95746996' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95672357</id><published>2003-06-14T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T17:06:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;=___=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I am kind of excited, but not really. Part of me just doesn't want to go to school yet, wants to laze around the house, surf the net, wake up "late" ("late" being 7 am, or 8 am =p). Arrrrrrrrr. ;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a really, really eventful summer. Bad? Yeah. But the other good parts that happened made up for it. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good points of this summer:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I've made a lot of new friendships (from summer, RCTMS, and AI =p)&lt;br /&gt;2.) I realized I'm not that stupid in math. (overall 90.71 avg, woohoo!!....right.) Now I just have to study.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I can sing!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;4.) I was involved in a lot of stuff, so I was busy. Well, until the first week of June, at least.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I've learnt a lot. I'm not just talking about school, lessons and stuff, but life. I've learnt so much about life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable events this summer:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The band sleepovers in Adi's house =p &lt;br /&gt;     ===&gt; I really enjoyed them, as much as I hate to admit it. They were actually fun, though we never got to practice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Battle Of The Bands&lt;br /&gt;    ===&gt; It's probably the first and last time I'm going to be doing this sort of thing. I enjoyed the pre-battle and post-battle parts the most, though. The BOtB itself just........*cringe* =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) RCTMS rehearsals (esp. technical)&lt;br /&gt;   ===&gt; Fun ^____^ They're all so good. And crazy. And fun. I miss my friends there ;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) RCTMS recital&lt;br /&gt;   ===&gt; This is also probably the first and last time I'm going to perform on a CCP stage, so might as well as soak it up now =p I memorized the backstage area! lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Summer classes&lt;br /&gt;  ===&gt; These were fun too. Didn't think I'd like it much (two months in that hellhole of a school?!? ?__?)  But I actually liked it there. And made a lot of friends in the process. AND understood the material.  ^___^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is in reminiscing mode*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;____;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Adi's birthday&lt;br /&gt;  ===&gt; fun ;___; the roadtrip the barkada never had, lol. Tagaytay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) *that one time*&lt;br /&gt;  ===&gt; this wasn't fun, this was miserable. But it's memorable, all right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) *that other time*&lt;br /&gt;  ===&gt; ....=p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of bad stuff happened this summer. There were a lot of other good stuff to counter it, though. And I'm glad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let goooo....;___; Summer...must...stay......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95672357?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95672357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95672357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95672357' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95593856</id><published>2003-06-12T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T21:11:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Balamb Garden, late at night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A willowy woman in her late teens stood by the ledge that separated the secret area from the main Garden itself. &lt;i&gt;And from the rest of humanity, probably,&lt;/i&gt; the woman decided.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; There was nothing especially striking about her appearance, except for her eyes--they were a terse shade of blood red. Her long, rather limp, russet hair was tucked into her black trenchcoat, kept out of her way for the time being. Pale, anemic fingers drummed nervously on the concrete surface before her as she surveyed the  panoramic view. Still, she was not here to appreciate Nature's beauty. To calm her nerves, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She reached into her pocket for a smoke, deftly ignoring rude stares from  the two other couples who seemed to  be permanent residents of the place. &lt;i&gt;It's a free world.&lt;/i&gt; She relaxed as she lit the cigarette, promptly inhaled the nicotine-stained smoke, then exhaled. The smoke made small clouds in the cold night air, which seemed to evaporate into nothingness whenever a nighttime breeze would blow by.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She stood out there for a few minutes, basking in the cold of the dark night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've started the long awaited &lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy VIII&lt;/b&gt; fanfic. ^__^ Inbetween chatting in mIRC (#anime-illusions, #trivia, #anime_square, and #frubetos_genkoids) =p Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95593856?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95593856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95593856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95593856' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95396636</id><published>2003-06-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T21:07:38.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am in a fabulous mood, and I don't know why. ^___^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second entry in a day, I'm really on a roll here. =p Just seven hours later, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from voice lessons, I'm really starting to like the song I'm learning ("On My Way To You"), and it sounds better than the last few sessions I've had. =p Does it mean I'm improving? All right!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my great plans for the rest of the day......bake this new brownie mix I've been *dying* to bake (Betty Crocker &lt;b&gt;Chocolate Chunk, semi-sweet mini kisses&lt;/b&gt;, Supreme Brownie Mix ---&gt;&gt;&gt; more than 2 CANDY BARS worth of CHOCOLATE!!) ^____^ Wanna see if it'll turn out good. Oh, and &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; go back to choir with &lt;b&gt;Atsuko-chan&lt;/b&gt;, after nearly a year's hiatus. =p Well, planning to, don't know if I want to go through it. Let's see if I go or not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting in &lt;b&gt;#anime-illusions&lt;/b&gt;, partly because that's the only channel I know and feel safe in. =p Chatting with &lt;b&gt;Chibi_Dream&lt;/b&gt;, who is probably overwhelmed by my hyper-ness as of now ^___^ Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work on my song for voice later, probably after lunch =p Teacher Rica recorded the piano music on a tape so I could practice with a minus one (since I practice at home without a minus one, I just play the notes out for the voice on the piano, then I sing along). Happy ^____^ Because of a tape? Maybe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I've changed so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinking, based on what people were telling me. I used to sound so bitter, angry, sarcastic, angry at anything and everything. I used to swear every five seconds. Now? Ever hour or so. =p Hey, it's a start. Can't have everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I actually feel like I'm at peace with myself. That I'm happy and content.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Though now I can't write ;__; my muses must have been evil demons, lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing though. And I'm happy with that. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Was  just thinking about that. Have to go now though =p later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95396636?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95396636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95396636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95396636' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95380413</id><published>2003-06-06T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T11:34:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I just couldn't help it. ^_____^ &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Caught Inbetween on &lt;br /&gt;top of &lt;br /&gt;the &lt;br /&gt;kitty.........actually &lt;br /&gt;like &lt;br /&gt;answering these three guys &lt;br /&gt;just &lt;br /&gt;sat by QuizillaAh, I threw you wish 7. &lt;br /&gt;20 pm &lt;br /&gt;Monday, June 07, 2003 Finally, the &lt;br /&gt;concert was spiritualist, a line you &lt;br /&gt;can fall in Antipolo, Boys , said love : &lt;br /&gt;said she @ 8:And to why she 9:12 AM &lt;br /&gt;in Antipolo, Boys , lol6 Last time &lt;br /&gt;you brought to be with.......love, Around &lt;br /&gt;an honor tohave received &lt;br /&gt;this Have &lt;br /&gt;your username: I kinda &lt;br /&gt;miss it. takes someone is very &lt;br /&gt;well ;this &lt;br /&gt;is your laughterLike &lt;br /&gt;a child of &lt;br /&gt;cats and just a lesson that you know &lt;br /&gt;as well. //&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(see &lt;a href="http://cmdrtaco.net/poemgen.cgi?" target="_blank"&gt;this page&lt;/A&gt;.)&lt;/b&gt; It makes poems out of the contents of any URL you type there. I typed my blog URL, and that (up there!) was what I got, lol. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95380413?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95380413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95380413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95380413' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95378455</id><published>2003-06-06T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T10:35:52.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Di ko pansin ang kislap ng bituin&lt;br /&gt;'pag kapiling ka sinta&lt;br /&gt;Kahit liwanag ng buwan sa gabi&lt;br /&gt;'di ko na nasisita.&lt;br /&gt;Iisa lang ang naghaharing tala sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tanging ikaw ang liwanag sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko pansin ang bango ng hasmin&lt;br /&gt;'pag kapiling ka sinta&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ga-dagat ang dami ng rosas,&lt;br /&gt;hindi matataranta.&lt;br /&gt;Iisa lang ang nagtataglay ng halimuyak&lt;br /&gt;at ikaw nga tanging ikaw sinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang tunay na ligaya tanging ikaw sinta.&lt;br /&gt;Umaga hapon kahit magdamag laging ikaw sinta&lt;br /&gt;Hindi magsasawa sa piling mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko pansin ang bawat sandali&lt;br /&gt;'pag kapiling ka sinta.&lt;br /&gt;Bagyo't ulan kidlat at kulog man&lt;br /&gt;'di napapasin sinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iisa lang ang hinihiling kong kasagutan.&lt;br /&gt;Ang ngayon at kailanma'y makapiling ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang tunay na ligaya tanging ikaw sinta.&lt;br /&gt;Umaga hapon kahit magdamag laging ikaw sinta&lt;br /&gt;Hindi magsasawa sa piling mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--Tunay Na Ligaya, Ryan Cayabyab&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Very beautiful tagalog song, I'd translate it if I knew how =p I can speak the language, but I am &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; bad at translations =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting in MIRC, channel anime-illusions. They're picking on me coz I can't translate tagalog into english very well ;__;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing much worth recording. Oh, went out to SmB (SM Bicutan) awhile ago with &lt;b&gt;Atsuko-chan&lt;/b&gt; and our old childhood friend, Anne =p twas fun, watched a movie (&lt;b&gt;Tanging Ina&lt;/b&gt;, which I am recommending to everyone, it's really nice =p) Oh yeah, &lt;b&gt;Yuuki&lt;/b&gt;'s mine!!!! cuuuuute~~ *hugs Yuuki* ^____^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in a tagalog mood today. And since I am in a tagalog mood today, I shall make the last parts of this entry in tagalog. Oh yeeeah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;------------t a g a l o g   z o n e, w a h a h a h a h a h a-------------------&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay! May &lt;b&gt;voice lessons&lt;/b&gt; ako bukas, bwisit! Di naman, mabibili ko na rin yun &lt;b&gt;recital VCD&lt;/b&gt; ko ^_^ Haha! Gusto ko talagang maponoorin, mukhang masaya e =p at gusto kong tignan kung maganda, wahaha. Wala lang. Halatang walang magawa e, no?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Meron bang mali sa tagalog ko sa taas?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nababaliw na ako sa &lt;b&gt;Three Libras acoustic&lt;/b&gt;, idol! Mas maganda pa siya sa &lt;b&gt;original version&lt;/b&gt; e, hehe. Ni-rerecommend ko siya sa lahat! Wala lang. May pagka-hyper rin ako ngayon e, hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung bakit parang ang liga-ligaya ko ngayon, e~ Pero wala kang magagawa, no? Kung may minamahal, tuwang-tuwa yun tao, no? =D ...........hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Yuuki, mahal ko!!! ^_____^ lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip ko manulat ng kanta sa tagalog, pero natatakot ako, baka di ko makayanan kasi &lt;b&gt;my tagalog vocabulary is very limited.&lt;/b&gt; Tignan mo yan, di ko yan kayang sabihin sa tagalog! O diba?? o__O Kelangan ko talaga manood ng mga "tagalized" anime ulit, hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks, yun nalang &lt;b&gt;for now&lt;/b&gt;. Alis na ko...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;------english------&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now, later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95378455?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95378455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95378455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95378455' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95261672</id><published>2003-06-03T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T17:56:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Threw you the obvious,&lt;br /&gt;and you flew with it on your back&lt;br /&gt;A name in your recollection,&lt;br /&gt;down among a million same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;and passed over,&lt;br /&gt;When I've looked right through,&lt;br /&gt;to see you naked but oblivious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I threw you the obvious,&lt;br /&gt;just to see if there's more behind&lt;br /&gt;The eyes, of a fallen angel,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, of a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am expecting just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;too much from the wounded,&lt;br /&gt;But I see, see through it all,&lt;br /&gt;See through, and see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I threw you the obvious,&lt;br /&gt;to see what occurs behind&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of a fallen angel,&lt;br /&gt;eyes of a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't, you don't, you don't,&lt;br /&gt;see me (x 6-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Three Libras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night about &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;, surprisingly. =o&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95261672?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95261672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95261672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95261672' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95229136</id><published>2003-06-03T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T01:56:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were female in your last earthly incarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born somewhere around the territory of which we now know as modern Israel, approximately in the year 475.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your main profession was: spiritualist, a teller of fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief psychological profile of you in that past life:&lt;br /&gt;Natural talent of a psychologist, you knew how to use the opportunities you were given, and were calm in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson that your last past life wishes you to learn in your present life is:&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love and to trust others. Think, study, reflect, and develop inner wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the past life test at http://www.internetjunk.org&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="200" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetjunk.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/xijunkx/ngprb.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif"&gt;blackivory, from this day forward,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your Punk Rock Band name shall be....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;liberated bloodhounds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95229136?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95229136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95229136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95229136' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95215124</id><published>2003-06-02T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:47:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Mithrigil/1040166399_resQuizFFT.GIF" border="0" alt="fft"&gt;&lt;br&gt;To claim membership in the Final Fantasy Tactics&lt;br&gt;fandom is not for the faint of heart. The&lt;br&gt;politics of Ivalice, the church of Glabdos, the&lt;br&gt;nature of the Zodiac, and the moral questions&lt;br&gt;that plague dear Ramza are all at your&lt;br&gt;fingertips. It takes someone with immense skill&lt;br&gt;to manipulate them all. Consider it an honor to&lt;br&gt;have received this result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Mithrigil/quizzes/Which%20Final%20Fantasy%20fandom%20should%20you%20be%20writing%20for%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Final Fantasy fandom should you be writing for?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/alienarose/1054272703_icshardin1.jpg" border="0" alt="You're John Hardin!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are John Hardin from Vagrant Story.  You have a&lt;br&gt;good heart and your religious or moral&lt;br&gt;convictions are extremely important to you.&lt;br&gt;You feel that everyone needs something to&lt;br&gt;believe in and you live your life accordingly.&lt;br&gt;You can be somewhat gruff, but when people get&lt;br&gt;to know you, they see who you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/alienarose/quizzes/Which%20Underrated%20Video%20Game%20Man%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Underrated Video Game Man Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Cycophant/1034646474_resgermany.gif" border="0" alt="Germany"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Germany&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Despite a controversial recent history, it has had&lt;br&gt;a tough and powerful history.  A modern-day&lt;br&gt;technological and cultural beacon, it is still&lt;br&gt;target to stereotypes and antiquited thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positives:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologically Advanced.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culturally Admired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Power.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negatives:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target of Historical Fervor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant Struggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny-Looking Ethnic Clothing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Cycophant/quizzes/Which%20Country%20of%20the%20World%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Country of the World are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/memoryanddream/1052443888_dark-mother.gif" border="0" alt="The Dark Mother"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Dark Mother. Beautiful, dark,&lt;br&gt;protecting, you are the grace of the night. You&lt;br&gt;keep safe the newly turned and guide them&lt;br&gt;through their first dark days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/memoryanddream/quizzes/What%20Fictional%20Vampire%20Archtype%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Fictional Vampire Archtype are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/N-true/1045110450_qswedish.png" border="0" alt="Swedish"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, I vudd suggester SWEDISH as jor langvedge to&lt;br&gt;spiek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/N-true/quizzes/What%20language%20are%20you%20supposed%20to%20speak%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What language are you supposed to speak?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1048434389_Apansexual.JPG" border="0" alt="pansexual"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are pansexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20sexual%20orientation%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your sexual orientation?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........no comment. I *am* open-minded, anyhow. =p LOL!! not in the way that I would consider being homosexual, but I accept homosexuals and heterosexuals alike. We're all human anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95215124?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95215124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95215124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95215124' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95185758</id><published>2003-06-02T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T03:43:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I have a cat, and it won't get down from the tool shed in the front yard ;_;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to my puppies of course =__= when I first set down my cat in the garage, they immediately started harrassing it. Of course, my cat got scared and hid up way on top of the shed, which is full of thorns and branches and stuff. I miss it ;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked the cat up in ATC, after I ate in Jollibee ^___^ There was this other orange cat that was going near me, and then my cat now (which is white with tiger-striped patches) was watching us from a distance. Then it approached me, and just sat by my feet like a good kitty. And it's a very very good kitty, it's actually tame ^_______^ and it's cuuuute~ though it's scared now. Awwww, kitty! ;__;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;b&gt;How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days.&lt;/b&gt; lol, Princess Sophia!!!! =p Was *confused* though, as to why she named his....errr, equipment. A good male friend of mine explained (rather patiently, I should say) it all to me. ahem, ahem. *touchy topic here* &gt;=p thanks nalang, you know who you are =p The movie was pretty funny, though I don't believe you can fall in love with a person in under 10 days. weeeeiird.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to Jae:&lt;/b&gt; Why didn't you tell me?? rrrarr =p we have to chat soon....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to Ysa:&lt;/b&gt; The cat won't go down!! ;__; I am so frustrated, have been trying to lure it out with cookies (with crunchy chocolate pieces!!) but it's not minding them. It just looks at me pitifully. ;____; I feel so bad for the kitty....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....If I could have my own world, all kitties and puppies would be friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha. ^___^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is my Utopia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Lots of cats and dogs everywhere, and they're all my friends and they never fight ^___^&lt;br /&gt;2.) Cookies with crunchy chocolate pieces for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;3.) Lots and lots of fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I mean fried chicken Jollibee style and KFC, of course.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I could sing and study voice as a career for the rest of my life, and my mom wouldn't deter me from it.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Where I could get into any college I wish.&lt;br /&gt;7.) World peace!!&lt;br /&gt;8.) And most importantly, where I can always and forever be with.............yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's all wishful thinking. ;_; If only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95185758?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95185758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95185758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95185758' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95158616</id><published>2003-06-01T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T10:49:11.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Finally, it's over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the recital's over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss it though...waiting backstage for our turn to be called, how everyone would go to the bathroom together, the buffeteria, getting lost trying to find the entrance to the backstage XD lol. And the people I've met there and made friends with. ;_; I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss it. And to think I was desperately wishing for everything to get over and done with!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun--I think I botched up my solo though o.O; arrrrr. But the rest of the concert was fun, though I had no idea it was so long. I  have to admit, it started getting dragging towards the end....well, for me at least, the songs are so sloooow~, haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the chorus parts though *smiiiirk* though not as much as I thought I would. For the moment, at least, I had enjoyed it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am learning a new song by myself because I feel like it =p here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Special Memory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a special part of me&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a special memory&lt;br /&gt;I'll always cherish wonderful moments&lt;br /&gt;You have given me&lt;br /&gt;You are in my heart wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times we shared will always be to me&lt;br /&gt;Songs my heart will sing refreshing melodies&lt;br /&gt;I'll put together all of your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put together all of your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were by &lt;b&gt;Cecile Azarcon.&lt;/b&gt; Hey! *remembers something Maita Am wrote to her* =p cooool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I am so confused. I don't know what to feel, I don't know what to do. But then....I love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the concert. After the whole thing was over (it started 4:30 pm, ended around 7:20 pm o.O), we ate out in this neat restaurant by Manila Bay, as in, right over the bay itself ^_____^ We had fried chicken. Mmmmm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Me, Adi, and Chris, decided to walk along the length of Manila Bay (or how far we were allotted to go). We went as far as the boardwalk which was already pretty far from the restaurant where we ate, then decided to go walk back again. We sat along the ledges of the walkways by Manila Bay, and were just talking, laughing, then of course, being the morons that we are, we started singing all of a sudden. Then, all of a sudden, these three guys just mysteriously materialize beside us. They gave a whole thing about being from the center of something in Antipolo, etc., etc., and they were trying to raise money for something, so could we please buy these random objects which looked completely second-hand? Of course, we were being duped, and we knew that, but no matter how hard we tried to make them go away, they wouldn't go....(they even went something like, " Surely girls as beautiful as you must have some money?") so Chris and Adi each gave up 20 and 50 bucks to buy two ballpens, and a pack of peanut brittle (which was looking very brittle). Of course, we felt very cheated right away, and of course, the two wanted their money back. We agreed that we should have run after the boys, said we were from some center in Muntinlupa, and needed to raise funds for our school gym since we didn't have any, which they could gladly help us with by buying all these cheap, overpriced things from us. And that, oh, they were so beautiful anyway, surely boys as beautiful as them would have at least &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was our adventure for the night. Oh, and a cockroach nearly crawled all over Adi. XD Ther, are you seeing this?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing much on my schedule now. Oh well. School's just around the corner anyway. Bummer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has actually been the most eventful for me. And I'm glad all this happened, actually.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a survey. I actually like answering these things. Stolen from &lt;b&gt;Jae's&lt;/b&gt; blog, lol. XD hope you don't mind~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) First Grade Teacher: Ms. Dela Pena (hah! I remember! Xp)&lt;br /&gt;2) Last word you said: "Be.." &lt;&lt;== I was singing &lt;br /&gt;3) Last song you sang: Special Memory&lt;br /&gt;4) Last person you hugged: Whyza.. I'm not a very huggish-person.&lt;br /&gt;5) Last thing you laughed at: When I was by Manila Bay with Chris and Adi, and we were talking about the "Antipolo Boys", lol&lt;br /&gt;6) Last time you said 'I love you': Around an hour ago...&lt;br /&gt;7) Last time you cried: ...yesterday night...&lt;br /&gt;8) What's in your CD player: Chicago OST&lt;br /&gt;9) What colour socks are you wearing: none&lt;br /&gt;10) What's under your bed: the book I just finished reading&lt;br /&gt;11) What time did you wake up today: 6:30 am&lt;br /&gt;12) Current taste: none...&lt;br /&gt;13) Current hair: black, layered, wavy-straight hair, messy!!&lt;br /&gt;14) Current clothes: purple t-shirt, shorts&lt;br /&gt;15) Current annoyance: some certain mushy people&lt;br /&gt;16) Current longing: To be with.......yep.&lt;br /&gt;17) Current desktop picture: the beach&lt;br /&gt;18) Current worry: am I going to get in a college?&lt;br /&gt;19) Current hate: the fact that school is just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;20) Story behind your username: I thought of it. yay.&lt;br /&gt;21) Current favourite article of clothing: my faded jeans that buttons up instead of zips up&lt;br /&gt;22) Favourite physical feature of the opposite sex: smile, eyes&lt;br /&gt;22) Favourite physical feature of the same sex: huh? haven't really thought of it...&lt;br /&gt;23) Last CD that you bought: Barbie's Cradle&lt;br /&gt;4) Favourite place to be: anywhere where..........yep.&lt;br /&gt;25) Least favourite place: School.&lt;br /&gt;26) Time you wake up in the morning: depends.&lt;br /&gt;27) If you could play an instrument, what would it be: I would want to play the violin.&lt;br /&gt;28) Favourite color: blue&lt;br /&gt;29) Do you believe in an afterlife: yep&lt;br /&gt;30) How tall are you: 5'6"&lt;br /&gt;31) Current favourite word/s: Same banana, no kidding banana, banana (obvious), a lot of cuss words&lt;br /&gt;32) Favourite book: don't know&lt;br /&gt;33) Favourite season: Wet!!&lt;br /&gt;34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: don't know.&lt;br /&gt;36) Where do you want to go: where &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; is right now...&lt;br /&gt;37) What is your career going to be like: don't know yet, I want advertising though&lt;br /&gt;39) What kind of car will you have: a shiny blue one!&lt;br /&gt;40) Type a line you remember from any book: huh?&lt;br /&gt;41) A random lyric: "Now, no matter where I am, no matter what I do, I see your face appearing, like an unexpected song, an unexpected song, that only we are hearing."&lt;br /&gt;42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: papers, a keyboard, a jug of water, cookies! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough. Now, I go...later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95158616?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95158616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95158616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95158616' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-95056108</id><published>2003-05-29T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T16:43:45.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an online quiz for the very first time in weeks ^____^ I rock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DuncanNeko/1049929453_ineythings.jpg" border="0" alt="Look! Shiney Things!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You, like all Nekos, are easily distracted, but far&lt;br&gt;more so than usual.  You turn your head at&lt;br&gt;any.. Hey! Stoppit! Pay attention!  NOT TO THE&lt;br&gt;SHINEY THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DuncanNeko/quizzes/Which%20member%20of%20the%20Neko%20Hordes%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which member of the Neko Hordes are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I put &lt;b&gt;Drake Bell's&lt;/b&gt; picture in my previous blog entry. Must have been a bout of severe head colds I had that time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, nothing much. There's rehearsal later from 4 to 8, and as usual, I don't feel like going. Only two more days of torture left though, since today's Friday, and the recital's on Saturday. ;__;&lt;br /&gt;And there's SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY VOICE!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*panic mode*&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. For some reason, I don't feel nervous. I don't feel the least bit excited either. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway........&lt;br /&gt;Major problem though, regarding the seats. If I got it correctly, each of us performers are only allotted &lt;b&gt;five seats&lt;/b&gt; each. Five seats for the people to watch us, that is. &lt;br /&gt;And that is where it all starts. My mom took away three seats for her, my brother, my grandmother, and left the other two tickets for my friends. (Fine, I weaseled them from her.) Problem again? she wants to take one of them back.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have nothing against my family and all, but I really, really, want one, or at the very very least, two of my friends to watch this thing!  I don't think it's something they should miss, the people I'm working with are all very talented and really, really good, and this thing only happens once a year ;__; Haaay. One of the tickets already goes to &lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;, since it was her birthday yesterday and that's my birthday gift to her already (can you tell I'm too lazy to get up and buy a gift? joke, chris! =p)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....life hasn't been too eventful the past few days. I'll list down what I remember happening, for all your sakes:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 23&lt;/b&gt; - Summer class Final Exam!!! (aww, no more summer school =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 24&lt;/b&gt; - Adi's birthday, was supposed to go to EK, but &lt;b&gt;SOME PEOPLE!!!&lt;/b&gt; rented out the entire amusement park (rich bastards =p) so we just went to &lt;br /&gt; Tagaytay and ended up sipping at frappucinos in Starbucks. It was cooold. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 26&lt;/b&gt; - I went to rehearsal, did a straight run-through of the entiiire thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 29&lt;/b&gt; - Itchy's!! I mean, Chris's birthday. She went to McDonald's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just turned seventeen, by the way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....At this point, I'd like to mention that we're all so freakin' OLD!!! I'm already &lt;b&gt;sixteen&lt;/b&gt;?!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/arachniabat/1047000469_hangrygoth.jpg" border="0" alt="Angry Goth"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Angry Goth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/arachniabat/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Goth%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Goth Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....That's a really scary picture.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Vic Chow's "Make A Wish" now. It's so quiet, so calming....I'm the one singing it with him!!!!! XD lol.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night...and quess what, Vic and Jerry were in it Xp Actually, it was me, &lt;b&gt;Adi&lt;/b&gt;, Vic, and Jerry. I was with Jerry, Adi was with Vic XD And we were in the mall, I think....I don't remember much, I just remember that the dream ended by Jerry buying me a vanilla milkshake, but I had to go home, and he forgot to give my milkshake ;__; so I was texting him, telling him to give it to me....LOL I know, nice dream....Jerry's so cute, did I mention that? XD Also Vic. (In yesterday's ep of MG...waaaahh!!!!!! :D)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop ranting now....Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-95056108?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95056108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/95056108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95056108' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-94530554</id><published>2003-05-18T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T02:45:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;pictures ^____^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.matmice.com/home/drake247fan/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Drake Bell&lt;/b&gt;, lead singer of &lt;b&gt;Drake 24/7.&lt;/b&gt; He's very self-centered, as you can see =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mm52.com/chineseidols/f4/f4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Vic Chow&lt;/b&gt;. Isn't he hot. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mm52.com/chineseidols/f4/f4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my &lt;b&gt;Dao Ming Tsu.&lt;/b&gt; notice how hot he is XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now. More pics (Hyde!) sometime else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-94530554?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/94530554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/94530554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94530554' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-94528421</id><published>2003-05-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T00:31:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hey! again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really bored, so decided to update my blog. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Recently got into chatting (since I have never been into it). Though most, if not all people in the chatrooms are completely whacked up, or desperate to get some of it. If you don't know what I'm talking about, that's okay. It's nothing decent anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh =p let me list my current obsessions, stuff I got into when I was unable to blog:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Meteor Garden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Soap opera version of the not-so acclaimed anime &lt;b&gt;Hana Yori Dango.&lt;/b&gt; I like it (MG). My friend, a fan of the original manga version of HYD, calls this taiwanese soap opera (with a boy band!!) a "rip-off". If you're a really big fan of the original manga or anime though, you might not like this program.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Dao Ming Su&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ^______________^ WAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HOT HOT MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD XD *leader of F4*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Vic Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Plays &lt;b&gt;Hua Ze Lei&lt;/b&gt; from MG. Very hot man. Enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Drake Bell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, Drake Bell from &lt;b&gt;The Amanda Show.&lt;/b&gt; Call me a loser, I wouldn't care less. And how did this unhealthy obssession come about? I was watching Amanda Show a few hours ago, really bored, when Drake performed with his band (Drake 24/7, self-centered kid he is, naming his band after him), where he's the guitar and vocals and................let's just say he has a very nice voice. And a lot of appeal. (Which isn't obvious when he's performing in the Amanda Show, may I add)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Nutella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, the hazelnut spread. Those people are gods.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Philip's Tarzan bubble gum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could just kiss Philip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;drums&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Drums! Yes, I am now into drums. Got into it yesterday, during Enzo's birthday, when we were jamming and I couldn't find anything to do coz there's not much of keyboards in rock songs, unless you count synthesized sounds...more on Enzo's birthday later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Chinese music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All because of F4. Damn F4. I could just kiss em all. &lt;b&gt;Harlem Yu&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;F4&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Penny Dai&lt;/b&gt; are favorites so far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Enzo's birthday party last night though I was grounded. (I persisted. My charm and witheringly good looks pulled through for me.) It was fun--didn't know anyone except for Marc, Erik, Enzo, and Steph, but hey! We survived. (Adi, Just, and me.) We left somewhere around 9:30 though...didn't want to push it with the maternal unit. Oh, and Bianx called in the middle of the party. Heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal tomorrow, 2-8 pm. Whaaaat. o.O; There's a break inbetween though, and Daphne, KC, Aiza, Frances and I are going to go out for an early dinner =p which should be fun. Wonder if the rest of the girls will join us. (All these people I'm talking about are my RCTMS friends)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the sleepover in Krystel's house...have no idea if it's pushing through. If it is, it should be fun....tough I can't go though o.O That's just about the only hitch of summer classes...I'm not bored all right, but it's a priority over having fun. Ratsss.&lt;br /&gt;And band jamming in my house, tuesday :) whee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I leave. NOt without some quizzes though....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://green-tea.nu/eve/mg.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://green-tea.nu/eve/images/daomingsi.gif" alt="made by Eve"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh!!!! Dao Ming!!!!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/VampireHuntressD/1052374737_ghtcrawler.JPG" border="0" alt="nightcrawler"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your ideal mate is Nightcrawler.  His appearance&lt;br&gt;may be a bit off-putting, but his heart and&lt;br&gt;personality more than make up for it.  He is&lt;br&gt;shy and isn't very sociable and comes off as a&lt;br&gt;bit of a loner (but you'll fix that).  He is&lt;br&gt;also devoted and strong, and he always seems to&lt;br&gt;just *pop* up whenever you need him the most. :&lt;br&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/VampireHuntressD/quizzes/Who%20Is%20Your%20Ideal%20X-Men%202%20Mate%3F%20(ladies%20only)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who Is Your Ideal X-Men 2 Mate? (ladies only)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey, I like the dude. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that's it, later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-94528421?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/94528421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/94528421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94528421' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-94318539</id><published>2003-05-14T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T06:51:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Seventh Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; violent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally updated, after just about the longest time. The laptop's finally fixed, my mom brought it home, and I get to surf the internet. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, not really happy.&lt;br /&gt;No rehearsals tomorrow, thank God--I thought they'd never stop. Well, was kinda surprised actually that there isn't any tomorrow--we have around two more weeks before the concert, and I can't believe they're canceling rehearsal for tomorrow all of a sudden. But still.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone. Really really badly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have been okay so far--midterm report cards have been released, got an 89.71. Oh well, it's a lot better than my grades in school. &lt;br /&gt;Haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-94318539?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/94318539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/94318539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94318539' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-93687402</id><published>2003-05-02T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T20:41:33.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged in quite awhile, have I. Well, not really, just about five days or so. :) But it still feels like such a  fucking long time. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first things first, my computer kinda sorta not really crashed (^_^;;) SO I can't go online, which means I can't update my blog. Not until my computer gets fixed of course. Arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;So, where am I typing this from then? From an internet cafe--just finished voice (which ends at 11:00 am) and I'm waiting for rehearsals to start (12:30 nn). To kill time, I was wandering around this open air plaza place near my voice school, and found this internet cafe. Neat--20 pesos for 30 minutes. All right, no? :D So I am killing time by looking at blogs AND posting in my own. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's been up in my life. NOthing much--went out to watch X-men 2 with a helluva lot of people yesterday :p we took up a whole row at the back! haha. That movie is so cool, it was a lot better than X-men 1. Nightcrawler was cool :D And Storm. And Nightcrawler and Storm belong together. Hmm. *fanfic fanfic*&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fanfic, me, ads, toni, and ys are writing one about Final Fantasy VIII--A self-insert, you can say. :D still in the works, will post the bios and stuff here when I find the time to. I'll post the first chapter here na rin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Rrargh. That's all the time I have today. gotta go now. Later! Or the next time I can find a compu to blog from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-93687402?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/93687402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/93687402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93687402' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-93378859</id><published>2003-04-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T21:21:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Whew. Long time, no update.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been much into blogging lately. Or maybe that's just because there's a whole fucking shitload of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Summer school has kept me occupied for the past three weeks. And band practices. It's a good thing band practice is done and over with. Time for rehearsals though. noooo........&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. Argh. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-93378859?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/93378859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/93378859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93378859' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-92526102</id><published>2003-04-13T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T07:46:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*is currently down with heavy colds and bad cough*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks I have SARS.&lt;br /&gt;^___^v&lt;br /&gt;Suuure.&lt;br /&gt;I might not even go to fucking Geom class tomorrow. Oh yeeeah. XD&lt;br /&gt;It's not really SARS, of course, but hey! it's still fun.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated in such a long time. Haven't really been that busy, though.&lt;br /&gt;....Okay, that was a big fat lie. Aside from my Geometry classes, my rehearsals for the RCTMS production (which I recently found out is going to be held in CCP T_T) are ongoing,  then the band thing for the AQ2K3......fucking hell, it's a keyboardist's nightmare. Dek has been kind enough to provide me with the sheet music and helpful hints on how to play it. (He's the bass guitarist, btw). Practices have been fun though, so far. &lt;b&gt;So far&lt;/b&gt;. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the debut....aggggh....still currently gown-less, bleh. Oh, and one rehearsal for the RCTMS thing is on the same day as the Battle Of The Bands. Smooth, huh? Really good thing they're on different time slots. *whew*&lt;br /&gt;What else...played basketball with Bianca, Toni, Marc, Erik, the usual. Enzo cut his hair again. Mika got tanner. I'm trying to get her little brother (who is around my age) for Izz's little sister (who is also my age ^^). Heh. Talked to Nina (Izz's best friend) for the first time since I've known of her existence (which was around a year ago). Otherwise, nothing much. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.....................................Adiii.........................&gt;:D mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-92526102?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92526102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92526102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92526102' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-92276386</id><published>2003-04-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T00:19:07.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Burnt out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole morning (well, most of it) in class. I think I'm going to have to brush up on my old Geometry lessons. T_T Then picked up the &lt;b&gt;Gensomaden Saiyuki&lt;/b&gt; CD from Adi's house so I could start learning the piano (since I'm joining them in the band competition during the AQ2K3, as their keyboardist) Was at it for around an hour, and managed to finish but only a measly 00:34 seconds of the entire song T___T Oh well, I have around three more weeks yet...or was it two?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm burnt out because of the song. That says how seriously I take my piano &gt;__&lt; and my head hurts, agggh. There's a long, long road ahead of me...nooo....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystel's here right now--she's at the keyboard, trying to complete the piano version of &lt;b&gt;"Alone"&lt;/b&gt; (the song I have to finish). I have a splitting headache, and have decided to surf the net in the meantime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for a vanilla milkshake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm destressing today. I look like a wreck--I have my eyeglasses on, and I've been shuffling around my house in my neat bedroom slippers (they're this atrocious shade of neon green, and they have these huge toes at the end which are part of the slipper, instead of making it open there ^_^) I look hideous, in other words. Not worthy to be seen in public. Watch people shrivel up and die at the sight of me. (Not that I'm saying that it doesn't happen when I look normal).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day till Izz comes back. *hopeful look*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, nothing out of the ordinary happening. It's still summer. I'm still alive. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-92276386?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92276386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92276386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92276386' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-92215178</id><published>2003-04-08T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T04:45:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;^_____^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thanks &lt;b&gt;Inna&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for making my layout!!! ^___&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To see more of this html goddess's works, visit her site, &lt;A HREF="http://indefinity.2ya.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://indefinity.2ya.com&lt;/A&gt;. She makes layouts which you can download for free. Mine was custom-made, of course. wahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking through all my old files, and stumbled across something I wrote awhile back. Read it, and amused myself for around five minutes. Come have a look-see. Will still post URL later though XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took out my feedback system. It was getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-92215178?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92215178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92215178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92215178' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-92207018</id><published>2003-04-08T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T00:18:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;and I'm back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been such a long time since I last logged on the 'net--mom took her laptop from me, therefore rendering me computer-less and internet-less. Spent around two weeks without computer, reflecting on my life and what I've done so far with it &gt;:p nah, joke, I hung out with my friends, talked on the phone, sang, played some basketball, and played with my new pets. ^___^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from where I last left off with my bloggie: the concert's over, and a lot has changed and happened (oooh). For one, I am now sixteen (yay?) though it doesn't really feel like it. And, oh yeah....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;I PASSED THIRD YEAR!!!! WHOOOO!!!!!! ^_____^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, fine, I flunked geom (yes I did, smart of me, no?) and I'm taking geometry extension classes (that's 'summer classes' in normal lingo) until the 23rd of May, from 7 to 10 am. Which isn't all that bad, really. I attended my very first meeting this morning. Verdict? it sucks, you don't learn anything (it's a good thing I learnt it all the previous schoolyear, or else I wouldn't have understood a word the teacher said), the teacher is anything but good. He isn't even 'okay', he just plain sucks. We started at 9:40 (yes, twenty minutes before dismissal) because he was making the lesson plan (for &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; days' lesson) the first two hours. haaaay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Been playing basketball and soccer with Toni, Ysa, Bianca (aka the people who live in Alabang). One time Marc joined us :P that was fun, lol. We're supposed to play again tomorrow and Friday, but I won't be able to make it because of my classes ;__; I'm going to try to catch up on Friday though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got in the auditions!!! ^___^ practice dates have yet to be announced though. I'm guessing it's going to be around May.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm going to be taking entrance exam review classes, the one near Katipunan. Haven't enrolled yet, though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Been addicted to a game in Timezone which has been here a long, long time ago but have never bothered to try because I didn't feel like it: &lt;b&gt;Percussion Freaks&lt;/b&gt;. &gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. okay. I guess that's about it. More sometime else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-92207018?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92207018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/92207018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92207018' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-91612751</id><published>2003-03-29T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T11:10:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thought for today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://pub62.ezboard.com/fwalalang15928frm11.showMessage?topicID=5.topic"&gt;http://pub62.ezboard.com/fwalalang15928frm11.showMessage?topicID=5.topic&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/04hippy.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/t_label.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-91612751?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91612751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91612751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91612751' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-91547213</id><published>2003-03-28T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T06:34:26.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lookit: Favorite song from the concert tonight: Fa Una Canzone. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fa Una Canzone&lt;/b&gt; (Sing Me a Song)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa una canzone senza no tenere,&lt;br /&gt;Fa una canzone senza no tenere,&lt;br /&gt;Se mai bremasti la mia grazia havere:&lt;br /&gt;Falla d’un tuono ch’invita al dormire,&lt;br /&gt;dorcemente, Dolcemente fa che dola finire&lt;br /&gt;Falla d’un tuono ch’invita al dormire,&lt;br /&gt;dorcemente, Dolcemente fa che dola finire&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sing me a song with not a note of sadness!&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a song with not a note of sadness!&lt;br /&gt;When all the pain of love drives me to madness:&lt;br /&gt;Sing me to sleep with a sweet serenading. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, so gently. Oh, so gently from sound to silence fading.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so gently. Oh, so gently from sound to silence fading.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^___^ It was the kids' choir who sang this song, beautiful. It was a competition piece, they won first place with this. Of course ^____^&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the concert. Only two things to say: the matinee sucked, but the gala was beautiful. If you had seen both, you wouldn't have believed the difference you saw in both ^^ or something like that. Will scan pics once they are out to show how it was. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all. And I'm out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-91547213?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91547213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91547213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91547213' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-91503470</id><published>2003-03-27T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T13:36:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hey friends! Can't believe I'm posting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy the past few days--it's concert practice everyday, and yesterday we had our very first run-through in the auditorium where we're going to perform it. My feet hurt like anything after yesterday (we were there from 12 nn to 7 pm, plus we had to be in school from 8 am to 12 nn. Really exhausted.) It's 5:30 in the morning now, woke up extra early so I could surf the 'net, update the blog, update the forum, whatever ^_____^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of which, this is our new barkada forum: &lt;A HREF="http://pub62.ezboard.com/bwalalang15928"     target="_blank"&gt;wala lang! v1.0&lt;/A&gt; ^___^ people who know me (personally) are welcome to go and click on it, and post. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to concert practice...it was actually fun, though kinda hectic :) (Jessica Rabbit?) Have little time to post, so I'll just post after the concert. There are a little more hours left before the opening, so....gah....o.O; wish me luck! I had a dream that I didn't have anymore voice =________= A singer's worst nightmare, lol. Though I think I'm getting close to having no voice, so I'm trying not to talk as much as possible O.O; hmm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that's it. gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-91503470?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91503470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91503470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91503470' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-91336346</id><published>2003-03-25T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T01:37:35.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And it's the long promised Parokya song. Mwahaha. you have been warned.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**translated for everyone's enjoyment (and for the non-pinoys. though it loses its' humor. kinda.)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Guy's In Love With You, Pare&lt;br /&gt;(This Guy's In Love With You, Dude)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics by Angelo Villegas and Allan Feliciano&lt;br /&gt;performed by Chito Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kid singing-&lt;br /&gt;This guy's widove with you, paye..... ano?&lt;br /&gt;(This guy's in love with you, dude....what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look and then yun iba na&lt;br /&gt;Malagkit dumikit ang tingin ng mata&lt;br /&gt;One smile, iba ng ibig sabihin &lt;br /&gt;'Di na friends, ang tingin nya sakin&lt;br /&gt;Everyday parating we're together &lt;br /&gt;Every week, palaging may sleepover&lt;br /&gt;Ang tawag nya sa mommy ko ay TITA&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba di ko no'n nakita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One look and then it's already different&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet sticky lingering looks&lt;br /&gt;One smile, it says something else&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't think of me as a friend any longer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we're always together&lt;br /&gt;Every week, there's always a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;He calls my mommy "auntie"&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I ever notice before?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until out of the blue, I'm feeling so true&lt;br /&gt;Bigla nalang sinabi sa akin that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Until out of the blue, I'm feeling so true&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly someone just told me that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, pare&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, pare&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, pare&lt;br /&gt;Bading na bading sayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This guy's in love with you, dude&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, dude&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, dude&lt;br /&gt;He's gone all gay over you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di na ako makasagot ng telepono&lt;br /&gt;Palagi nyang kinakausap ang parents ko&lt;br /&gt;Kulang daw sa tulog at di na makakain&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba di pa no'n inamin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't even answer the telephone anymore&lt;br /&gt;He's always talking to my parents&lt;br /&gt;He's always lacking sleep and he can't eat&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he tell me before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat - Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday daw ay rainy day ang Monday&lt;br /&gt;'Coz 'di na 'ko maaya to come out and play&lt;br /&gt;Tinataguan na nga, palaging late o absent &lt;br /&gt;Ang sabi pa rin, &lt;br /&gt;"i'll always have a friend that you can depend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyday is a "rainy day" Monday&lt;br /&gt;'Coz he can't ask me anymore to come out and play&lt;br /&gt;I hide from him, I'm always late or absent&lt;br /&gt;But he still says,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll always have a friend that you can depend")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'di kailangan na mag ooo000ooon......&lt;br /&gt;parang talong at bagooo000ooong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we don't need to be together&lt;br /&gt;it's like eggplant and bagoong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, pare&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, pare&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, pare&lt;br /&gt;Bading na bading,&lt;br /&gt;Converted pa din, &lt;br /&gt;Na nakikipag-fling sa 'yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This guy's in love with you, dude&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, dude&lt;br /&gt;This guy's in love with you, dude&lt;br /&gt;he's gone really gay&lt;br /&gt;converted pa din? i don't know how to say it in english&lt;br /&gt;And he's having a fling with you....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat - Chorus with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! my bestfriend's gay&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old friend I had yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And he's at me............ and gay.......&lt;br /&gt;Ye ye ye.... &lt;br /&gt;nana na nananana na nana na2x...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something else...stolen off some blog XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Very Secret Diary of George W. Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Am bored. Nothing to do in White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Cheney says we can't find Osama whoeverthehell he is. He says we need a new enemy to fight to show everyone that we kick ass. John Ashcroft suggests the Democratic party. Colon says that's unconstitutional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: New Enemy will be either Iran, Iraq, or North Korea. Dick says they're an 'Axis of Evil'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an axis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Iraq's easiest to invade, so it's them. Condi's taken the map, so I don't know where Iraq is. I hope there isn't a press conference soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheney says he's still the prettiest. Am inclined to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: We need an excuse for war. I said why the hell do we need one, we've just gotta show everyone who's boss! Colon said we won't get any allies that way, but no-one else thought that was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that we could invade because Saddam's a racist dictator who allows no civil liberties or freedom of speech, but John Ashcroft glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: Have invented excuse. Saddam is a threat to our security. Colon says no-one will believe us, but Dick said that doesn't matter, no-one does anyway except the core voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Have found Iraq on map! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23: Some idiot said that Saddam doesn't have any missiles that can reach us, so how is he a threat? He's a threat because Rummy says he is. Have delivered smackdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: Still not king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 31: Weapons inspectors are in Iraq. Cheney says that dude with a stupid name had better find the weapons we gave Iraq back in the '80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 37: Have beaten personal hi-score on golf CD-ROM game! Didn't have time to read Dr Blix's report though. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 42: Chirac is such a fucker. We saved France's butt back way back when, what right does he have to take a moral stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 44: Losing allies. Colon wibbling. I don't see why we need allies anyway, everyone knows we're great, so what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 46: Protests everywhere. WTF? Cheney says they're commie tree-hugging baby-killing damn liberals. Better take no notice then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 50: Overheard Rummy telling Dick he was the prettiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 55: Saddam destroying weapons. This means we can't have war. Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 56: Rummy says we can have war anyway. Whee! All we need to do is discredit Blix, demonise Saddam, wave our nukes around, undermine the UN, bad-mouth the French and Germans, and get Tony to help us so we can have diplomatic cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...let me remember...we discredit Tony, undermine the Germans, get dimplomatic cover from Rummy, wave Blix around, demonise the French (yay!), and bad-mouth the UN. Works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick says I should take an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 63: Saddam still disarming, but Colon trumped him on a technicality. Looks like war, at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummy already looking at maps of North Korea. I told him to calm down. Real go-getter, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 66: Phone call from Tony. I suspect he may be prettier than Dick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick wibbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 69: :makes schoolboy jokes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 70: UN won't do what we want, so we're ignoring them. Off to war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's evil time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-91336346?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91336346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91336346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91336346' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-91197585</id><published>2003-03-22T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T14:53:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stolen from Adi's other other blog, which was stolen from Jae, who stole it from their cousin. Hehe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) First Grade Teacher: Ms. Dela Pena&lt;br /&gt;2) Last word you said:  "Wait lang.."&lt;br /&gt;3) Last song you sang: Um...what's that song...ah! "Music Of The Night"-Phantom Of The Opera XD&lt;br /&gt;4) Last person you hugged: kame-chan ;__;&lt;br /&gt;5) Last thing you laughed at: XD ysa's guy "friends" who....LOL never mind...&lt;br /&gt;6) Last time you said 'I love you': hmm, several hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;7) Last time you cried: last week?&lt;br /&gt;8) What's in your CD player: empty air XD&lt;br /&gt;9) What colour socks are you wearing: sock-less as of now&lt;br /&gt;10) What's under your bed: LOL...my cellphone...don't ask&lt;br /&gt;11) What time did you wake up today: 6:30 am&lt;br /&gt;12) Current taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;13) Current hair: long, black hair, layered and shaggy &lt;br /&gt;14) Current clothes: Nice big shorts, and a nice big shirt :D&lt;br /&gt;15) Current annoyance: The audition o.O;&lt;br /&gt;16) Current longing: summer!! and the concert&lt;br /&gt;17) Current desktop picture: the beach....&lt;br /&gt;18) Current worry: that I will get an F in Trigonometry, Chemistry and Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;19) Current hate: the war&lt;br /&gt;20) Story behind your username: I couldn't think of a name, so I asked Christine (K), who looked around and saw a dreamcatcher, and lo and behold, my username XD&lt;br /&gt;21) Current favourite article of clothing: jeans and a shirt&lt;br /&gt;22) Favourite physical feature of the opposite sex: smile&lt;br /&gt;22) Favourite physical feature of the same sex: &gt;:D eyes and hair&lt;br /&gt;23) Last CD that you bought: I don't remember ;__; ah! it was burned, miscellaneous songs&lt;br /&gt;24) Favourite place to be: anywhere, as long as....&lt;br /&gt;25) Least favourite place: in school, double-period filipino &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;26) Time you wake up in the morning: 6:00 or so (am)&lt;br /&gt;27) If you could play an instrument, what would it be: I *can* play an instrument. piano forever!!&lt;br /&gt;28) Favourite color: turquoise, blue&lt;br /&gt;29) Do you believe in an afterlife: yup&lt;br /&gt;30) How tall are you: 5'6" :D as of this year...&lt;br /&gt;31) Current favourite word/s: don't know ;__; ah! Sarajevo, Kurdish XD&lt;br /&gt;32) Favourite book: Interview With A Vampire, The Vampire Lestat&lt;br /&gt;33) Favourite season: rainy!! XD&lt;br /&gt;34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: don't know...&lt;br /&gt;36) Where do you want to go: Italy ;__;&lt;br /&gt;37) What is your career going to be like: I wouldn't know &lt;br /&gt;39) What kind of car will you have: something blue and SHINY XD&lt;br /&gt;40) Type a line you remember from any book: "Lestat!" (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;41) A random lyric: "This guy's in love with you pare....bading na bading sa 'yoo...."&lt;br /&gt;42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: my cellphone, a lamp, the TV, the PC XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions were yesterday XD I brought the house down! Nah, not really, not even close.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice again today. I can't believe we're practicing on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm going back to choir next Saturday XP Whee. Hey, that's the day after the concert! Never mind. Speaking of the concert.....o.O; &lt;br /&gt;Been listening to &lt;b&gt;"Unexpected Song"&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;"Jellicle Songs For Jellicle Cats"&lt;/b&gt; like anything since yesterday. Yes, and the musical fever has struck me again....:D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My mom just told me I was one of the eighteen treasures in my cousin's debut. o___O&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have to &lt;b&gt;have a gown made.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O; And I thought I had escaped that, having escaped prom fever. NOoooooOoooo&lt;br /&gt;=___=&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against my cousin, just wearing gowns. And having them made. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it. And now, I go. Longer entries sometime else or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-91197585?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91197585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91197585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91197585' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-91014144</id><published>2003-03-19T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T13:21:09.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Whoo! second to the last day of exams, and after that, FREEDOM!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really, there's still the concert :D and practice dates.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...am...going to flunk Chemistry and History ;__; Nothing's sinking in!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-91014144?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91014144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/91014144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91014144' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-90878852</id><published>2003-03-17T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T13:57:55.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*yawn*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why I woke up so early today in the first place. There wasn't anything to cram :D&lt;br /&gt;We're half-day today, since it's already final exams tomorrow. Shit. I haven't even started studying anything o.O; Trigo's easy to study for though, among my list of dangerous topics, it's Chem I'm really really really worried about....coverage of exam? first to &lt;b&gt;fourth&lt;/b&gt; quarter, which is &lt;b&gt;100 pages&lt;/b&gt; of Maita Am's notebook (hehe) and a few....shiiit...I'm dead...and it's on Wednesday..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...our concert as well is also next week. Guys, watch! (Well, my friends from the Philippines at least :p) it's cheap ah, orchestra seats are only a hundred bucks :p sige naaaa....Mika? Marc? ^____^ Jason? Oh yeah, I forgot &gt;:P lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions are already on Saturday, and I'm not the least bit nervous. YET. Haven't been practicing either...Should start already though...and I should stop eating sticky, sweet, things...*looks at Butterfinger bar she's holding*  ;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the letter thingies we had to write for CAP yesterday. I expected to get a modest amount, you know, from the people I associate with in III-B, and maybe some from other people, or none at all...not SIXTEEN....o____O; It was fun reading them, though. I feel guilty that I only wrote to three of the people who wrote to me though ;___;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? nothing much else to say. Oh, and we're having a &lt;b&gt;surprise&lt;/b&gt; fire drill today. Yes, you heard it right folks, a &lt;b&gt;surprise&lt;/b&gt; fire drill. Which explains why they announced it to us last friday XD This school is bogus. Not to mention kind of touched in the head XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to "This Guy's In Love With You Pare" like anything since last Sunday XD LOL--it's this Filipino song about this guy who's friend (or best friend or something) has a crush on him, but he never knew till he told him. Now he's wondering how he had never seen it before, lol. Anyway. Will post the lyrics once I find it. Or maybe I'll just steal Gio's &lt;b&gt;Parokya Ni Edgar&lt;/b&gt; album and copy it off there XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-90878852?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90878852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90878852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90878852' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-90784787</id><published>2003-03-15T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T18:14:18.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Taking quizzes to pass the time away. Shall study this afternoon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299558_izdominant.jpg" border="0" alt="dominant"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make&lt;br&gt;sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully,&lt;br&gt;it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into&lt;br&gt;you playing the dominant role MEORW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;__; whaaaat? ;__; ;__; noooo......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blackcat000/1044164590_ral_result.jpg" border="0" alt="YOu see the world in Neutral"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Neutral:&lt;br /&gt;Harmony and balance is key. You don't look at the&lt;br&gt;world in a negative or positive way and you'll&lt;br&gt;never judge or assume a situation- you just&lt;br&gt;look at the facts. People like you are peaceful&lt;br&gt;and accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blackcat000/quizzes/What%20color%20do%20you%20see%20the%20world%20in%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color do you see the world in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha...not really...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034037549_lityalfred.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hopelessly Romantic Geezer Named Alfred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Personality%20Type%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I am Alfred. LOL LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/thelumbymon/1045345772_uiznothing.jpg" border="0" alt="I am not a type of music"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're nothing, really. But you're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/thelumbymon/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20music%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of music are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL I'm shy HAHAHAHA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/acidtongue/1036825779_opquizbond.gif" border="0" alt="bondage"&gt;&lt;br&gt;bondage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/acidtongue/quizzes/What's%20YOUR%20sexual%20fetish%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's YOUR sexual fetish?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gloomfairie/1046210011_Marybell1.gif" border="0" alt="You are Mary Bell."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Mary Bell. At the ripe old age of 10 you&lt;br&gt;strangled a neighbor boy, afterwhich you carved&lt;br&gt;your initals into his skin. At his funreal you&lt;br&gt;laughed. Your next victim was a 3 year old. You&lt;br&gt;pushed him off the roof, resulting in a broken&lt;br&gt;skull. After he was found you went to his&lt;br&gt;mothers house and asked to see him, she replied&lt;br&gt;tha t he was dead. You smiled brightly and said&lt;br&gt;'Oh, I know he's dead. I wanted to see him in&lt;br&gt;his coffin."&lt;br /&gt;You horrid little girl you.&lt;br /&gt;-smacks your hand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gloomfairie/quizzes/Which%20Imfamous%20criminal%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Imfamous criminal are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god...freaky.....I don't like...*hides behind kame-chan* o.O;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for today. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-90784787?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90784787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90784787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90784787' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-90757036</id><published>2003-03-15T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T02:26:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Haha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakin booooored--I have around an hour and more to spare before voice lessons, and I have nothing to do. Thought I'd do my projects due for next week, but I'm...arrrrgh...later I guess....&gt;_&lt; For now....hmmm....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinking of my barkada (translation for you non-tagalog speaking thingies out there: group of friends) and how equally diverse (naks!) and different (fucking different) we all are. Hey, c'mon, look, we have non-believers in a Divine Being (okay, atheists--yes friends, there are two now), Opus Dei rightists (admit it :p), the dark, tortured souls (huh? where?), the weird, loud ones (hmm), the quiet, studious ones (well, one), intelligent people, etc. Ahh, whatever. Let me write it down instead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm (This is in order of sectioning)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all, there's &lt;b&gt;Chris.&lt;/b&gt; She's the eldest in the barkada (well, at least among us juniors) 16 going on 17...LOL...looks can be deceiving-she looks really aloof and okay, snobbish. It's in the looks (When Toni first saw her, she thought she was a "popular"). But when you talk to her, you realize that's all a facade.  Okay, so she's really smart (what kind of weirdo is absent an entire lesson, yet when she comes back to school and takes a test on it, gets higher than the rest of us put together?) but she's nice...really...willing to listen to you when you need someone to listen to. Supposed "Mommy" of the barkada. She has a thousand nicknames--Itchy, Itchy-con (sp?), Mommy Itchy, Itchina (most of which correspond to her last name), etc., the list goes on. Her brother Rafa is an exact carbon copy of her, only he's a guy and much taller (o.O;) Really pretty (as her "twin" brother is really gwapo, according to half the female population in their place) :P Eats like a pig but is STILL thin. Joined Milo basketball summer clinic over the summer, has a fan club there ("Pass the ball to Christina! Pass the ball to Christina!"). dubbed "Milo girl", Star Wars fanatic, swimmer girl, kendo girl, violinist, LOTR fan (Legolas forever), part of the Chocnut three (Chris + Toni + Aissa), Elmer and Bob! Bob is hers. Oh yeah. Shedao Shai is hers as well. Hehe. that's enough for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is &lt;b&gt;Toni&lt;/b&gt;. Japanese lover thingie extraordinaire--she's into everything Japanese, the language, the shows, the writing, the culture, the clothes, the men...whooops &gt;:D Her dream is to find the perfect Japanese man (bishie!). Future basketball MVP of the batch, future captain of the WR basketball team, train harder! Is into funky clothes--owns the coolest black goth skirt (which everyone loves :D) Says the weirdest things out of the blue. Whenever Toni talks and Chris walks in, the only thing Chris catches is the weirdest part of the conversation, therefore rendering Chris clueless and weirded out. Toni is quiet, yet noisy, in some weird manner. Has this funky accent no one can decipher (American-British-Filipino-who knows???) Lived in how many different countries before settling in the Philippines (which probably explains the accent) Has lived in Africa--when she first came back from there, her classmates were asking her whether they hunted for animals and lived in trees :D Has really cool hair--shaggy, in different shades of brown. Has been accused of imitating Enzo's hair. Really fast runner, track and field-er. Sporty--is good in every sport. Has done karate and arnis, wanted to take kendo, but wasn't able to. Wishes to have fangirls (as like the generic anime ones). Part of the chocnut three, is a good friend until the end, will be there for you.......naks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nai&lt;/b&gt; is the latest addition to the barkada. Has the nicest curly hair which is tame yet not...people go up to her and ask her whether she puts curlers in her hair, when she doesn't at all...is the envy of all rimrod straight-haired girls because of this. Ice-skating queen! Hehe. Looks can be deceiving for her as well, she looks 'taray' (closest translation: snobbish), like an ice queen (haha, no wonder she ice-skates :p) though she is not. Well, she is, if she doesn't like you at all. Watch out. Otherwise, is very much down-to-earth and friendly. Quiet (not really...) Gets along well with people easily (well, if she likes them...) Opinionated. Singer (yihee!) one out of two in the whole barkada who takes voice lessons. Most normal in the barkada (kinda, but she's weird too :p) Her house is a mansion, not to mention haven of junk food and good candy (the nerds ropes!) When she gets hyper, she gets &lt;b&gt;hyper&lt;/b&gt;, which is scary, since it is very much the anti-thesis of her 'ice queen-liness'. Only one in the barkada not into alternative rock--she's a 'Pop forever!' kind of girl. Really good dancer, should be a cheerdancer :D Wants to take interior design along with Toni (which means she'll probably end up in UP...)...Never knew what the Oblation Run was until was explained to her (by yours truly :D) The most innocent, least green-minded among all of us (well, along with Bianca and Maan...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denma&lt;/b&gt; (or Denise, or the ever-renowned Kei) is the barkada's genius. Stays up the entire night just to finish studying, or to finish all her (A-line) projects...looked really pretty in her prom pic (yihee!!!) but her date looked like a &lt;i&gt;manyak&lt;/i&gt; (pervert)....LOL...is the only one in the group who doesn't cram her projects in the night before...no, she crams them in a WEEK before...LOL just kidding denma...yet another one who eats a whole freakin lot but stays so thin...resident punk-goth of the group, atheist...dark and mysterious.....whoooo, scary....is the master of html, css, and javascript, check out her bloggy (LOL look for it among my links)...yet another all-around athlete, good at basketball, soccer, you name it...mostly sports that involve running though...writer extraordinaire, is the master of angst...really rich, lives in Cavite (this southern province in Luzon) where people worship you at the mention of their last name (or was it their middle name...). Is funny in a really blunt intellectual manner ("20% of saturated fat" XD) Always holding papers, it's either a reviewer or some really long, dark piece of fanfiction...very much open-minded, welcome to all sorts of ideas, just don't try to force your religious beliefs on her XD...listens to you, neutral most of the time, no one really knows what she's thinking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bianca&lt;/b&gt; is the resident cook of the barkada (the only others who can cook in the barkada aside from her are Toni and Lyssa XP). She wants to study in CIA (Culinary Institute of America) when she gets to college...well, she's been there already...her cousin is a well-known face in commercials and magazines (no, not that one) *ahem*...is another basketball-slash-soccer player...also softball...we always gather in her gigantic house to celebrate barkada stuff (all surprise parties are held there...so if it's your birthday, and you're invited over to her house, and all your friends have been acting weird for the past few weeks, watch out...LOL...) into Photography...takes really good pictures, but takes forever for her to focus XD Peacemaker of the group, doesn't like it when people fight, always trying to get people to make up with each other...very blunt, straight to the point...an analytical essay writer (meaning blunt)...forever and always running after her teachers for her grades...very demanding (according to Ysa :p)...took karate in grade 1 but quit...is a New Jersey girl :D American-Irish-something something bloodline...can do a "Marvin the Martian" voice...soprano voice, an aspiring alto...is always there for friends when they need her...awwwwww....suuuure....LOL...can't play the piano to save her life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ther&lt;/b&gt; is from Honduras :p....Honduran...Posie (as dubbed by her III-C class)...model pretty, but could use a little more poise...LOL kidding Posas...people call her by her last name most of the time...cheerdancer, debater, basketball player, what more can you ask for? Really well-rounded...well, kinda...very girly, likes plucking eyebrows, foot scrubs, the works...(well, girly compared to everyone else in the group)...enjoys lip balm and lip gloss very much (as like half the group)...Her dad once offered to take our whole group on a tour around the hospital :D LOL...can sing, not as tone-deaf as before...very strong-minded, opinionated, never one to back out of a fight (or a deal)...gets along with other people easily...has probably forgotten what anime is, LOL...takes joy in the simplest things ("I love these ziplock bags...") Knows nothing about cars (she just likes shiny ones)...Christian is hers! (and Aissa's)...number 1 LOTR fan...Legolas is hers, and so is Orlando Bloom...she and Chris appreciate Stuart Townsend's abs...*yummy*...likes archery, wants to study it...took up taekwondo and karate, but stopped for some unknown reason...likes World War (the topic I mean, not for it to happen)...favorite subject is History, can have it the entire day and not get tired (much to the exasperation of everyone else)...a good friend, will be there till the end...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maan&lt;/b&gt; is part of the "original" barkada back in grade 7 (Adi + Denma + Maan + Aissa)...has the longest hair among us all...I know, whee...takes Jap lessons with Toni every Saturday, from 10 am to something...thinks for herself, doesn't take any crap from anyone....steadfast (according to Chris :p), does anything she wants to...enjoys contradicting everyone for some unknown reason...used to breed dogs, now just has a lot of em...the most righteous among us all (I think?)...most morally intact (or maybe it's her, Bianca, and Chris)...has been to Cambodia and Laos :D only person I know who owns a Leanne Rimes CD...like denma, doesn't say much about herself...noisy and loud one minute, silent the next...unpredictable (?)...yet another writer...can write romance and angst probably if she wanted to...unofficial member of the Glee Club...second eldest in the barkada (among us juniors), she's turning 17 in November, hehe...I think...everyone thinks her older brother's really funny...is willing to listen you, really good listener (well, at least we hope she's listening :p)...and is actually open-minded. Just not about green-minded stuff. Everything else, okay. Accepts things pretty well, laughs at everything. A sadist. No one can actually be really sure on what she's thinking about, always in neutral ground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adi&lt;/b&gt; is...well, Adi. Think never-ending laughing. Laughs at almost everything. Bass guitar player...plans to form a band with Aissa, Justine, Krystel (who was the other person again?) DAW...anime girl...has seen every single anime in the world, but can't speak Japanese to save her life (well, except for 'arigatou' and 'konnichiwa')...singer...has this thingie for wearing her silver cross...Is Rinoa. Well, she wishes. Is also Rikku. Final Fantasy X Rikku. Likes Kingdom Hearts Rikku. Playstation fanatic, computer fanatic, RPG fanatic...ask her a question about Final Fantasy, and she'll answer you...Can't defeat Omega Weapon? Well, she did (Or did Justine?) Has a million siblings...doesn't study but gets high...eats and eats and eats more than the whole group put together, but is STILL thin...underweight...malnourished...lots of boys...is in love with imaginary men (bishies!) she and Toni constantly fight over these men...took kendo, but stopped...surfs the net like anything, she is constantly logged in in MSN...has a thousand million blogs left alone and abandoned...used to have the nicest longest hair in the batch, shocked everyone by cutting it short...noisily quiet...goody two-shoes...well, looks like it...loyal friend, will always be there till the end (yeah, like half the population of this world)...draws like anything...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lyssa&lt;/b&gt; is the youngest member of the group...second year high school, but still 13 years old...right? Won a Playstation 2 for her older sister back when she was in first year....Toni is her sister, by the way...nice, innocent and naive...or that's what people tend to think when they see her...crazy...likes anime, draws anime really really well...can't speak Japanese, but can understand it (as older sister tends to talk to her in Japanese, which the rest of us can't understand)...her best friend is Japanese-Filipino, moved to Japan but is back here again...sings well, soprano...quiet....suuure....but when you get to know her more, really noisy..."Aijin-chan!"...memories from last year, hehe...She and Jeffer were super super close, awww, like sisters...Ysa was her buddy...has this thing for "older women"...LOL joke...is the anti-thesis of Ther (put them next to each other, and they'll cancel out, LOL)...likes wearing baggy clothes and polos, despite her mom's complaints...used to have long hair, until she cut it really short...it's still really short...can actually play basketball well, but just doesn't want to...owns a lot of CDs, a lot of mangas, really rich (as compared to her sister, LOL)...yet another good friend. You can trust her to keep stuff quiet...chats a lot online...likes to prank people online...hehe...watch out for her...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ysa&lt;/b&gt;...is Aissa's best friend...crazy...really good soccer player, youngest starting player of the Ateneo soccer varsity for the UAAP...is eighteen years old (therefore making her the eldest member of the group) but looks younger...a lot younger, LOL...a basketball, soccer player, but is much better in soccer (naturally)...has been playing this sport for about eleven years now. Runs really fast, and is really strong...don't let her ram into you, or she'll tip you over though you're several inches taller (and bigger) than her...rocker, punk...well, that's what she looks like, but looks deceive--once you talk to her, you'll wonder why you were so afraid of her in the first place...eats A LOT...eats a thousand meals a day, but has the hardest abs in the whole world...is made of muscle, and little fat...is mistaken for Barbie Almaldis (sp?) when she walks around the Ateneo campus...okay, LOOKS like Barbie Almaldis as well...has a fan club that consists of guys...AND girls..gets stalked by girls in malls...has a deranged stalker-slash-madman after her...believes Legolas is gay...Moulin Rouge fanatic, can't stop singing songs from it...also from Chicago...knows how to play the bass guitar...really green-minded, yet really naive :p A good friend. Always willing to help people out, selfless, kind, generous...looks tough but is actually a big baby, LOL...really good artist, writer, and poet :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffer&lt;/b&gt; is the second eldest member in the group, next to Ysa...17 turning 18 in September...moved to the U.S. the beginning of the schoolyear, we miss you Jeff ;__; Basketball MVP!! Future Michael Jordan, Shaq in the making...really good point guard and shooting guard, not too bad center as well...used to be in the Woodrose Glee Club in second year (which is how I met her :D)...anime fanatic, is truly madly deeply in love with bishounen...lately is into shounen-ai (bad Jeffer! LOL)...Mitsui is hers!...Well, he was...studies in Hollywood High, has a whole lot of men there, LOL...really nice, understanding, will listen to you...cares a lot for her friends (naks!!!!)...hopefully hasn't forgotten how to speak tagalog :D Speaks Spanish now as well, thanks to her hispanic friends...is Aijin-chan, as dubbed by Lyssa, LOL..."Nandayo???!!"...has a million siblings as well...really smart, straight-A, model student..well, there in the U.S., she is, she was just plain "smart" in the Philippines :p...best friends are Aya and Val...misses &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; (yiheeee!!!! ;P)...fantastic artist, draws well...improved a lot, probably...Dr. J!...is not girly (daw), doesn't cry easily (or tries not to cry easily :p)...likes all cute, cuddly things (have you seen her in Reg B's room? scary...o.O;) and animals, very feminine, though she thinks she isn't...hehe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, that was long o__O; and informative. hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Took a quiz inbetween writing that. Check it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MontyPython/1047499295_entssatine.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x865a988)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Satine!!! A former prostitute, you believed&lt;br&gt;having no money was horrible but then you were&lt;br&gt;taught that love is more importent.  You died&lt;br&gt;young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MontyPython/quizzes/What%20Moulin%20Rouge%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Moulin Rouge Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's clear things up. I was &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; a prostitute. Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch out with my mom today--and some hot Latin guy came up to me and kissed me. No joke, really :D LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for today. Oh, exam week next week. And my auditions are at 2. That's all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-90757036?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90757036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90757036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90757036' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-90607530</id><published>2003-03-12T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T13:02:53.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O___o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only got to go online this morning, finally deleted my other blog ;___; three months' worth of hard work, all gone and down the drain......;___;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if I think about it, it didn't really matter to me who saw my blog. As long as that person wasn't anyone I'd been badmouthing for the past few entries in my blog, then that would be perfectly fine. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agggggh......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today to finish editing my English short story. Have to change something like five lines or so. *mutters explicit words not proper for viewing on a blog* haaaaay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been feeling too good for the past several days. I don't mean physically, sick-wise, or something. I just mean don't feel &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;, period. I think I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; want to get out of school, so, so badly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-90607530?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90607530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90607530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90607530' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-90542984</id><published>2003-03-11T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T13:06:36.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Riiight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, welcome to my new blog, formerly &lt;A HREF="http://blacknwhite.blogspot.com target="_blank"&gt;Plot It Out In Black And White&lt;/A&gt;, and me, formerly blackivory. Same person though, just different names. Suuure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the stuff I put in my old blog have still been retained though ^____^ The links are still there, and the tagboard from that blog is still here, and the imood thingie, but I've added a hit counter since I'm really bored, and I want to see how unpopular my site is :p lol. And so is my commenting service (For you people who don't know anything about that commenting service I use, click on the [(0) dreams have been woven] at the bottom of my entry, then type away). And stuff.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough on that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:10 am in the morning, and I'm up. Why? To cram for the Philo long test. Why? because I wasn't able to study for it last night. Why? Because I nearly forgot about it. Oh, and I wanted to talk to my best friend. And now I pay the heavy price. o___O&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see though, I'm not exactly studying as of the moment...five more minutes of useless rambling, then I'm out of here :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a new obsession with an old song-"Stop! In the Name Of Love" by Diana Ross and The Supremes :p I downloaded the mp3, lol, cool :D I like. I like very much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already xeroxed Maita's chem notes as well--will have to start studying by tomorrow ;__; which means hardly as much relaxed time as I had yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..nothing really substantial to talk about. Will probably post real entry later or something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-90542984?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90542984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90542984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90542984' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151390.post-90509166</id><published>2003-03-10T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T23:28:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Look. First post for this blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to change blog url for ehrm, security reasons. Not that I'm really all, whoopee about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151390-90509166?l=thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90509166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151390/posts/default/90509166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamcatcher.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90509166' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
