<?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-6742114228478388515</id><updated>2012-01-19T01:57:51.370+08:00</updated><category term='Hue'/><category term='crunchyroll'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='manga'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='shinee'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='random'/><category term='game'/><category term='MBLAQ'/><category term='joule'/><category term='Life'/><category term='aw'/><category term='mishap'/><category term='BEAST/B2ST'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='GDragon'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='Unnamed'/><category term='Kim Bum'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Claire'/><category term='kpop'/><category term='Destiny'/><category term='ciael'/><category term='Vain'/><category term='Deb'/><category term='BigBang'/><title type='text'>A loveless' Love Story</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of real life random happenings from heartbreaks to falling head over heels! Honestly, i dont really relate to that kind of crap. lol. It's basically A loveless' love story!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-3210508314303219496</id><published>2011-06-07T09:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:50:03.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KwangMin</title><content type='html'>Another large wave [or should i call it tsunami] of new boygroups had hit the kpop showbussiness shore this quarter. But what caught m dearest attention was this boygroup who call themselves "Boy Friend". LOL well isnt that ironic? haha, with all the crazy fan girls around kpop, they can now sit back, spazz and call themselves "girlfriends" without sounding arrogant and ambicious &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group consists of 6 Members namely: maknae Minwoo, leader Dong Hyun, vocalists JeongMin and HyunSeung and guess what~ the super identical twins Kwangmin and Youngmin. They all have exeptional good looks. Hmm.... come to think of it, they may be the most goodlooking group on kpop-- so i guess, CN Blue &amp;amp; FTI comes in second &amp;amp; third now in the looks department huh? ooh myyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, members that had taken my eye were Minwoo and bouth the Twins: Youngmin &amp;amp; Kwangmin. It's a Min-ful dreamland. HAHA. and what's surprising is that the three of them are younger than i am... omg! 95-ers? YES! Although the twins may look like perfectly identical duplicates, they are still different in many many ways. Well for starters, Youngmin is blond &amp;amp; Kwangmin has darker hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i had a dream that kpop artists had a major concert here. Everyone was there; Super Junior, Miss A, Sistar, IU, SNSD, Boyfriend and a lot more. But the shocking thing was... there were barely around 200 people on the feild. Being a hardcore kpop fangirl myself, i immediately stood in the front row with my eyes set on youngmin. Since Boyfriend is a new group, they didnt have much fans. So i was the one who shouts for them. I can see the group's smiles whenever i cheer them on. Just in the middle of the concert, every other fan went back to their seats as if being bored of the whole performance. The atmosphere turned gloomy. WTF, i know! and right then, they had to stop the concert. All the artists exited the stage dissapointed.I ran to the backstage to find boyfriend and cheer them on. When i got there, the only one i saw was Kwangmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly approached him and introduced my self. He seemed quite happy about having a fan  in that small crowd despite being newly debuted. I asked him how he was and how his right hand was [since he had this injury last week during a perf, in real life]. He showed it to me and i held it. [yes, we held hands, hohohoho]. I asked him if it hurt. He said "not anymore". I massaged it while we had a short conversation. He spoke with basic english, but it was enough for me to understand :) I dont remember most of the conversation, but i indeed had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i knew, i was being woken up by my dearest cousin Chloe. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt; I just hope that we'd meet in real life, even in just a normal fan signing event or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-3210508314303219496?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/3210508314303219496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2011/06/kwangmin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3210508314303219496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3210508314303219496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2011/06/kwangmin.html' title='KwangMin'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-4840595645703246051</id><published>2011-02-23T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:57:51.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A loveless' lovestory, or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello blog, it's been quite a while since i last posted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways, i'm here again UPDATING LIFE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm... Something's been bothering me these past few days~ something that surprised even myself. o.o ok, let's just get to the point--- i'm liking someone, but i'm not sure if he's liking me back. lol I know it's not surprising for me to have this little crush for someone, but i think this time is just quite different. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When my senior year started, i decided to care less of other things and just concentrate with my studies and my classmates and somehow, i disclosed myself from the rest of the world. --Well, that's how life's been until  '*&lt;i&gt;Slip&lt;/i&gt;' came up. Slip wasnt someone who stood out from my field of vision, he was merely an acquaintance. Until we were both paired for this activity thing... but then, during that time it was just an upperclassman-lowerclassman kind of relationship. Nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afterwards, we just decided to get to know each other a bit more to remove those awkward moments-- until we became friends (nothing more, nothing less). It was merely a mutual relationship as buddies. He makes me laugh sometimes--- but for me it was just the he-made-a-joke type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But lately i discovered that i may have feelings for him~ it's just an assuption tho. I guess, i'm just getting carried away with the moment. Well, let's just see... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-4840595645703246051?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/4840595645703246051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2011/02/loveless-lovestory-or-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/4840595645703246051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/4840595645703246051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2011/02/loveless-lovestory-or-is-it.html' title='A loveless&apos; lovestory, or is it?'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-5884237259489247623</id><published>2010-11-19T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:25:54.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the world goes round and round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(11-19-2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been a while! O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My day started off fine and hasty. I got off from bed, welcomed with foggy weather. The trees, just about a few meters from our gate, was blurry as the mountains. Another cold fine day i suppose? ... NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just yesterday, our class had agreed to fine late students, since our adviser, ma'am Maravillosa was getting quite annoyed for always having to fetch tardy AWsome Boyles from the late-line. I hurried to school and departed from our home at around 7:02am praying to reach before the National Anthem. Ma'am Dumadag then announced that the school would end at around 10:00am (Yahoooo!) for the students are required to go to the Capitol Sports Complex that afternoon as support team for the cheer squad competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier after waking up, i concluded my day to be fine and cool~ but the opposite occurred.  It was damn hot! SIZZLING HOT, ay tell ya! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At around 12:45, me together with my 15+ more classmates went on hitch hiking on a red pickup. The person dropped us about 200+ meters away from the Complex entrance since the local PNP had closed the road for safety reasons. We walked for about 5 minutes or more, covering our faces with either our hands or a handkerchief to avoid being stung by the sun. Ah, oh how my afternoon started with dread and moodlessness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We then arrived at the gate. Mel, Deb and I stopped by the Greenwich booth to buy some coolers and then proceeded to the sitting location at the upper north bleachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The competition quite fun as my friends teased the first contenders as Kokey. LOL they had gold hoodies and their costumes resembled aliens? anyway, as our school went off as the second performers, the gym was then engaged with louder cheers. But in the end, they only won the First Runner-up award, next to the contenders with the amazing and costly AVATAR theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the program, Deb, Yzha, BBoi and I were too stung by the sun to even dare to try out the carnival. It was really really hot. So, we decided to stop by a booth for some cold mango shake and water. After waiting for the sun to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; give itself as second to peak off, we tried riding the Ferris Wheel that went a number of turns a minute. Man it was it fast~ Only two to three people fit one cart. Deb &amp;amp; I went in one and so did BBoi &amp;amp; Yzha, Mel, Pinky &amp;amp; Sarah for the next two carts. As the loud pair Deb and I were, we started yelling as our cart reached its peak and instantly drops down. It was as if our insides were left up there as our physical bodies dropped. ~I dont recomment this for couples, it'll only cause nausea~ LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other rides were still closed and so we tried playing with luck games. I had 4 pesos as starting money. Almost every round i was able to gain the same  amount. Yzha was surely the lucky one. For some reason, the color where she bets on wins. That caused a lot of excitement. From a two peso start off, gaining almost 25+ pesos. But I guess her luck reached its peak, leaving a negative income. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At around 4:30, the sky started to shed it's tears-- like the usual afternoons. After waiting for the drizzles to stop, we decided to go home at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though we only did a few things around the small carnival, the best part was being able to spend it with my beloved classmates!! *how cheesy can i get? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-5884237259489247623?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/5884237259489247623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-world-goes-round-and-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5884237259489247623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5884237259489247623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-world-goes-round-and-round.html' title='When the world goes round and round'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-5184714616513273660</id><published>2010-08-01T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:26:39.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye July~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been quite a long time since i last posted. Anyways, it's not like there are people who read my online diary~ This is just a place where i store almost all my memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;July started off with a high kick! -from crossing boarder lines (literally) to being drowned in water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It never came to mind that i'd be exploring a different dimension, from the environment i'm used to, too soon. From my field of vision, the world has always been about tricycles, jeeps, t-shirts, slippers and barya. Hey~ It's what i see everyday! I've already jumped from island to island, city to city, but never been from a country to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where buildings touch the Sky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I stepped out of the airplane, continued my walk at the arrival area; got into the elevator and BOOM!, right in front of me were Marcedes Benzs and High-rise buildings; No small houses, no jeeps, no tricycles, just cars and building, (literally luxurious cars and skyscrapers)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was as if the world suddenly turned complicated and crazy the moment i stepped on Hong Kong ground; Chinese Characters, Chopsticks, Authentic Plastic Money that never gets old, Fashion, The accent... Ahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't have guessed that outside my country's boarders, there stood a city of nightlife, lights &amp;amp; rising economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although i've only spent a few days there, i would still miss the LRT, the chopsticks, disneyland, 2-floor buses, squinty eyes and the pretty looking money they had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care for some talong &amp;amp; singkamas, my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;After my amazing HongKong adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;there welcomed me exhaustion and loss of voice. I'm currently the TLE treasurer for SY2010-11, since the month of July was Nutrition Month, our club had to move and start planning out activities. The pageant was successful, despite the horrid rain and the too-much-echo-and-u-cant-understand-a-thing  sound system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo and Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;7-31-10~ what better way to end July without a heavy heart, but to do community service. Since the venue was located in our farm, i asked my grandpa if we could use the pool in our resthouse after the activity. He said yes, but he told me that we could've asked him a bit earlier than planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa went to our farm as early as 6:00am to follow things up. After the fun programme we had at GK, my classmates and i (all 29 of us -minus JR [curse that boy]) went directly to our resthouse and had a pool party. We had fresh coconuts served and a small lunch! It was like a picnic, but only better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I expected everyone to have fun and dive to our knee-deep pool (LOL), but some of the girls didnt go swimming, worried that the water might turn red if they do (-know what i mean?), instead they chilled and slept in the bedroom with the air conditioner on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Anyways, i mentioned that the water was...what?, knee-deep? So instead of having a swimming race, we just did a crawling one. Although other things didnt go as planned, this JULY has been the most fun ever!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-5184714616513273660?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/5184714616513273660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5184714616513273660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5184714616513273660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-july.html' title='Goodbye July~'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-8974454829073795560</id><published>2010-06-28T18:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:56:37.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your all-around multi-talented girl, minus the academics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been months since I last updated. A lot of things happened during  my summer break, but most i consider relentless and boring. I guess going to Palawan and back to Manila were the best parts. I'm still having a hangover whenever i remember the pretty sceneries i saw. Who would've thought my country wasn't actually just about twisted economics, poverty and corruption? I would want to go back to Palawan once again~~ I felt really at ease when i was there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I few weeks ago. MY BEAST went to the Philippines to promote themselves. Nuh-uh, not just a normal ol' promotion, but actually having a concert. It never came across my mind that my 'dream' would come here (in my country) any time soon. I've followed the boys since debut and eventually falling head over heels by they're charisma and natural awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Universal Music Group PH were the ones who signed them. Deedee was strolling around facebook when she suddenly came across an announcement of a competition for having a chance to meet and greet the boys for FREE. Though of course the venue was in Manila, i am still willing to spend plane tickets by my own expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;The contest was to submit a video or photo, and the best would be chosen as the winner. Due to my ever so awesome cleaver mind, i started to conceptualize my ideal for the said event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it  me or am i becoming vain and really over confident with myself? I tend  to put all my expectations high and i think i can achieve everything  because I'm a pretty creative person. *See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've done a lot of thing and actually achieving success in the long run. When i joined the competition for BEAST, i was really expecting a win. I convinced myself that I did better than others-- Well, until some girl came and submitted something i truly considered a 'threat'. I tried to watched here video, but was only able to finish half of it. I just can't continue to go on, realizing it may be considered a tad bit better than mine. I ignored the obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;During those days, i lived under a lie created by own self. Maybe i was thinking that there was no other person better than i am. Oh how arrogant of me~ I feel so embarrassed... i really would want to change that type of perspective i have. I'm looking for something or someone who would be able to remind me of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-8974454829073795560?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/8974454829073795560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-you-all-around-multi-talented-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8974454829073795560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8974454829073795560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-you-all-around-multi-talented-girl.html' title='I&apos;m your all-around multi-talented girl, minus the academics...'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-5763295614461435071</id><published>2010-02-23T22:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:41:11.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm at the brink of giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time for while now. I end up unintentionally pulling other people down with me due to my unreasonable deeds. I seem to end up as a failure at everything i do. The things I'm good at aren't being appreciated and are always underrated, and when it comes to things i lack, i get discriminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when I do my best, people don't think it is the best since it didn't reach their expectations? Just because I look relaxed doesnt mean I'm not doing anything. I get bad comments when it comes to things I lack. No, i've had it! For some reason, the negative comments given to me are starting to be the cause of me wanting to surrender.  I'm not smart, but i have good points too. I can get creative. I can  express my thought well. I'm good at that arent I? But why are they being belittled and not appreciated well? That's why I've already given up on the dream of becoming a professional public announcer or a chief editor of some popular magazine or an author, because it is one of the reasons why I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my self confidence, and I'm now just trying to grab hold of the easiest ways for me to claim temporary happiness. I feel a bit at ease posting this entry up on public view, even though I'm not sure if someone ever reads this. Maybe I just want someone to share my current downpour of emotions with. Maybe I just want someone to notice the tears I shed late at night when nobody's looking. I'm clinging onto something invisible. I'm living a life of lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what else is there for me in this world? For a split second, I thought of suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-5763295614461435071?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/5763295614461435071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/02/erase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5763295614461435071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5763295614461435071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/02/erase.html' title='Erase!'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-862143698292910792</id><published>2010-02-10T19:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:47:34.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been a year already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW3FWBznI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mSTAlsMKdF4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW3FWBznI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mSTAlsMKdF4/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439177216795725426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wow! Time flies super fast. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown-to-valentine.html"&gt;longest blog entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was from a year ago. I didnt realize that it has been already a year since then. Today we celebrated the official SBO activity for V-day &amp;amp; Unplugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The day turned extra topsy turvy due to the awesome activities we had. Nope, not much about L.O.V.E but more of the comedy. JunJun &amp;amp; Yzha represented our class for Baliktaran. The guy dresses up as a girl and the girl vise versa. It was pretty weird seeing a girl with all the muscles and beard, not to mention armpit hair?!! I laughed really hard today-- i still feel tired. But i could probably say that this year wasnt as fun as last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There was this love booth where people can sign up two people and they both get handcuffed with each other. I thought no one dared to chase me around school with a handcuff, but i ended up getting chained for over 5minutes with my brother's bestfriend. Ahh ooh well. It wasnt that bad. Sophee signed up Dawn &amp;amp; Darianne, so they both had their lone time with each other for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The day ended up quite well, due to the lively Q&amp;amp;A portion ending! I cant wait till Friday, they'd announce whoever won the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW14xzT-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/0ynHCWYNsSQ/s1600-h/IMG_8809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW14xzT-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/0ynHCWYNsSQ/s320/IMG_8809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439177196242685922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vXKKxpCSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hntbgdcyu-s/s1600-h/IMG_8853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vXKKxpCSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hntbgdcyu-s/s320/IMG_8853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439177544671234338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW2imO1QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DFdo0sCANb4/s1600-h/IMG_8857.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW2Rgbv-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/k2Nz046imBo/s1600-h/IMG_8815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW2Rgbv-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/k2Nz046imBo/s320/IMG_8815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439177202880724962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-862143698292910792?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/862143698292910792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/02/has-it-been-year-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/862143698292910792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/862143698292910792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/02/has-it-been-year-already.html' title='Has it been a year already?'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/S3vW3FWBznI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mSTAlsMKdF4/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-5774967291378992466</id><published>2010-01-30T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:48:05.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's leeeenguage huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Jan 31 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"the weirdest and the best-est thing that was able to happen this month."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama bought this magic jack thing last year that could make phone calls from here to the US for free *well kinda*. I once told &lt;a href="http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/lmaooo-total-pwnage-baby.html"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; that i would call him someday since we had it. On Christmas day, he showed me a clear photo of himself (better than &lt;a href="http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/lmaooo-total-pwnage-baby.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;), such a nice x-mas present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i actually called him today. i thought it was weird in an unbelievable way xD i actually heard his voice. OMG! we talked for like 2o minutes. i think it was fun... but it was super hard to speak normal english for that long. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me i laughed a lot, which was weird. He also corrected my english pronunciation of "Language" lol i pronounce it as lang-gu-edj, but he said it was leng-gu-edg. Ooh well... :] his voice was pretty deep and boy-like and he said mine didnt sound more of a girl--- he said i sounded like a mouse. wtffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was making me speak tagalog *which was weird cuz i know he wouldnt even understand a thing... so i kept laughing every 2 seconds. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-5774967291378992466?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/5774967291378992466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-its-leeeenguage-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5774967291378992466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5774967291378992466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-its-leeeenguage-huh.html' title='so it&apos;s leeeenguage huh?'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-3636378258856373041</id><published>2010-01-26T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:44:27.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;01-26-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whewww! time flew so fassst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i havent been updating for quite a while now [it's not like someone even reads my posts. Oh well]. I havent even noticed that it's already 2010! A lot of stuff happened, and i havent even said a word about it. I'm such a lame blogger. kekeke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i just finished my exams last week. Everything felt so fussy. I crammed for the last minute. LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATEmyLIFE:&lt;br /&gt;~Claire &amp;amp; Dancy broke up Dx&lt;br /&gt;~Sarah is togethah Deb's Lawrence&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;~Pinky with Erold. Ooh First loves xD&lt;br /&gt;~I'm left here single ♥&lt;br /&gt;~i scored 47 on computer ):&lt;br /&gt;~New Fetish: CN BLUE, F.CUZ, ZE:A&lt;br /&gt;~New Fetish: Bling Bling babehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my crunchyroll xmas present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cOH7Mmql0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cOH7Mmql0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-3636378258856373041?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/3636378258856373041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3636378258856373041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3636378258856373041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-8009639711299175794</id><published>2009-12-02T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:20:43.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0joW1oDFbSc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0joW1oDFbSc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-8009639711299175794?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/8009639711299175794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/12/verge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8009639711299175794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8009639711299175794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/12/verge.html' title='Verge'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-6106942384623953116</id><published>2009-11-30T19:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:43:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAOOO~ Total pwnage baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;11-30-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After 2 year of waiting for a certain face to pop out of my screen-- Well, it kinda popped out already, like today! One of my closest chat buddies remained 99.9% mysterious for about 2 year already. He already knows how i look like; He knows how annoying I am; He knows my height; and wtf-- he even knows my vital statistics? LOL I had fun chatting with him to the extent that we didnt have anything to talk about anymore... and that's h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ow the gap between us started stretching out. Well, whatever, he started becoming an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/user/liquidnador"&gt;emo dude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; who needs a life~ and i mean pronto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hah! Whatever! Call me a "freak" for blogging about this, i dont really care! ahahahaa... After two and i mean TWO fricken years of waiting for him to show me a pic of himself, he finally did. Ah... the sweet taste of persuasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*laughs mockingly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He sent me a blurry photo of him [not really clear tho], he said that that was his birthday present. Ohh welll....Irrr, i wont bother mentioning his name, But yeah~ AHAHAHAHA! until now, i still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; stop laughing-- Since i really wasnt expecting him to show me anything. The pic surely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; satisfactory though, what do you expect? i sent him a video for his bday and he gives me a low quality blurry photo in return! hah! i demand an equal trade, honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxOv7r5b_zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eaXgYjT4xfM/s1600/asdgasdg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxOv7r5b_zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eaXgYjT4xfM/s320/asdgasdg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409861017332875058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hmmm... let me describe him [the way i see it]. He's decent-looking and has a pretty jaw line~ that's about it. LOL Heh! it was too blurry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;EDIT: w00ts! LAST POST FOR THE MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-6106942384623953116?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/6106942384623953116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/lmaooo-total-pwnage-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/6106942384623953116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/6106942384623953116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/lmaooo-total-pwnage-baby.html' title='LMAOOO~ Total pwnage baby!'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxOv7r5b_zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eaXgYjT4xfM/s72-c/asdgasdg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-2895732651505257207</id><published>2009-11-28T06:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:04:40.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shinee'/><title type='text'>I missed out a lot with a reason so unreasonable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxBSrJjiakI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-_6KxFqLe3c/s1600/20091127_shineemanila2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxBSrJjiakI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-_6KxFqLe3c/s200/20091127_shineemanila2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408914053724793410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it was reported weeks ago that SHINEE was invited to participate in the Philippine-Korean celebration of dear old friendship. I was depressed for days~ i'll be missing out half of my life just from this! You know, SHINEe is currently one of the bests in Seoul, Korea, with their hits like Juliet, Ring Ding Dong, Love like Oxygen~ i mean really, due to the Kpop craze im experiencing for months already, i wont be surprised if i was gonna react like this. The arriving was scheduled on Nov26; Performance on Nov27~~ and videos started invading the net on the 28th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Days before the 27th came, my heart was already pounding, to the extent that i felt like crying. [Call it over-reacting, i really dont care because that's honestly what i felt]. Deedee and I were even planning to ask my dad if he could buy us a ticket to Manila on the 26th, even if we had to touch our own bank accounts. Believe me, i was pretty much serious back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;At 10:50pm, the SHINEe group, excluding Taeming [who is currently undergoing treatment due to swine flu.] arrived at the NAIA airport terminal one. With a number of fans already trying to take a glimpse of the dear magnificence. Really, i just couldnt take seeing Minho, Key, My beloved Onew and JongHyun stepping on the soil of the Philippines without me being present there 9_9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5LKBRYtGes&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5LKBRYtGes&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cbCw5AQFmI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cbCw5AQFmI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On the 27th, the kpop group performed a number of song including "Ring Ding Dong", "Juliet" and one of BOF's official tracks, "Stand by me". One of the people there even said that they looked a bit irritated because of the loud screamings and the boys couldnt hear their voices already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-oRIzegYns&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-oRIzegYns&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdZ1VkrhiEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdZ1VkrhiEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxgJkqoUvvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxgJkqoUvvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i meant really, i cant believe i wasnt able to see them, JUST BECAUSE im not from Manila. This is stupid... dont tell me it'll always be like this when some of my other fave kpop groups arrive in my country. Hah! When the vids surfaced the net today, i think i'll be feeling emo of hours again.. Ohh welll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-2895732651505257207?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/2895732651505257207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-missed-out-lot-with-reason-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2895732651505257207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2895732651505257207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-missed-out-lot-with-reason-so.html' title='I missed out a lot with a reason so unreasonable.'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxBSrJjiakI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-_6KxFqLe3c/s72-c/20091127_shineemanila2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-9150935224969324290</id><published>2009-11-27T16:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:04:09.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><title type='text'>KPOP owned!</title><content type='html'>The kpop-craze have been keeping a big mess on my head for months now. I got really addicted to the korean pop music for a while now, and it has been getting in the way of my studies. haha~ As you can see, my blog has 90% all korean as of the current posts. SPAZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams in life just changed its course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Now Seoul is the numero uno  place in the world that i want to visit.&lt;br /&gt;~I wanna learn korean.&lt;br /&gt;~I wanna take up linguistics &amp;amp; maybe majoring on east asian countries.&lt;br /&gt;~I stalk Kpop artists.&lt;br /&gt;~I wanna get married to someone korean.&lt;br /&gt;~Yadda! Yadda~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, more than a month ago, I posted a topic about KimBum going to the philippines. That time, i have been feeling all depressed every 30 mins for 2 minutes-- and that lasted for days and dayzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago, it has been reported that the Philippine and South Korean embassy is celebrating its anniversary of dear old friendship-- by that, the Kembassy shall bring... who? SHINEE on the 27th!! AKKKKKKKKK~~~~~~~~!!!!! If i wont be able to see them, NO ONE WILL! &lt;-- yes, i am that selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i kinda live at the other side of this country, so it wont be surprising if i dont get to see them~! Why? Oh why is life so cruel? hmmm~ What day is it today?! WTF~ it's the 27th! SHINEE arrived last night at about 10:50pm at the NAIA airport terminal 1. Too bad they only came here as a 4 member group due to out little maknae's swine flu issue. Awwww! *evil chuckle* [restates selfish statement] if i wont be able to see taemin, no one will! Mwahahahjevkl;p!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-9150935224969324290?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/9150935224969324290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/kpop-pwnage-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/9150935224969324290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/9150935224969324290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/kpop-pwnage-baby.html' title='KPOP owned!'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-3468762617971146207</id><published>2009-11-18T19:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:57:31.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBLAQ'/><title type='text'>Lip-locked Hot Dudes are a No-no</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Guess what? Ok well nevermind, i'll tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYJXx8mI/AAAAAAAAAOE/K90qV8fOdY4/s1600/20091117_mblaqkiss_572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYJXx8mI/AAAAAAAAAOE/K90qV8fOdY4/s200/20091117_mblaqkiss_572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405406285165359714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MBLAQ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MBLAQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MBLAQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of the awesome groups that gives off a sexy vibe in every performance, leaving fangirls drooling Oooh.. They have debuted about a month ago, moreover-- in the same week as BEAST. They're rising stair cases on every week's performance~ not to mention, Me bring addicted to group members-- Mir and Joon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;XXXXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/mblaq_and_beast_are_homies/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of the group's two rappers [ along with thunder]. He has such a deep voice that always leaves you on the vertex of awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He calls himself as an "evil joker" by doing such dirty deeds. Yet, he also has his cute side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPaZgZQTII/AAAAAAAAANs/zIshPdyFy3U/s1600/mvsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPaZgZQTII/AAAAAAAAANs/zIshPdyFy3U/s200/mvsu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405404109502172290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPaZyq2yTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B2Z1uBwaGJg/s1600/4b0705465226d1246a63e55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPaZyq2yTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B2Z1uBwaGJg/s200/4b0705465226d1246a63e55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405404114407835954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPaaAbYEFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fzJSn97NM4c/s1600/45608d969e352fb00521628.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPaaAbYEFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fzJSn97NM4c/s200/45608d969e352fb00521628.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405404118101004370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;XXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/mblaqs_lee_joon_injures_his_ankle_during_performance/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dude who took away my breathe from the first time he pulled out a grin. He has magnificent holy abs that glow from a mile away [lol. me saying that is much more awkward. xD]. He has the best smile EVER! Though i can honestly say he looks very different from his not-smiling-face from the one where he shows his side-way-C grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYiqzW7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ca1ccTPAJTQ/s1600/joonbrushteeth.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYiqzW7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ca1ccTPAJTQ/s1600/joonbrushteeth.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYiqzW7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ca1ccTPAJTQ/s1600/joonbrushteeth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYiqzW7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ca1ccTPAJTQ/s200/joonbrushteeth.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405406291956030386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYzs1z5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/rZgggy7bvlE/s1600/0.4211890_26291_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYzs1z5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/rZgggy7bvlE/s200/0.4211890_26291_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405406296527982482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcZOQ2Q9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/9q5i9Ali3qc/s1600/e0099229_4af8ad630b0b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcZOQ2Q9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/9q5i9Ali3qc/s200/e0099229_4af8ad630b0b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405406303658329042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcZTIVfPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gu20KV8tgEc/s1600/20091116_mblaqvoguegirl_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcZTIVfPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gu20KV8tgEc/s200/20091116_mblaqvoguegirl_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405406304964803826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPdpqp_9bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oAcvbbGL6a4/s1600/960.4193125_26291_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPdpqp_9bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oAcvbbGL6a4/s200/960.4193125_26291_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405407685669549490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPdqGIBYeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Swy9062Dl64/s1600/300seqg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPdqGIBYeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Swy9062Dl64/s200/300seqg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405407693043229154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;XXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's not really the this. It's just that Mir &amp;amp; Joon--- kissed-ish?! i know, i know-- it sounds hecka disturbing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPfWAlrO3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/8drgdt2g3ng/s1600/20091117_mblaqkiss_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPfWAlrO3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/8drgdt2g3ng/s200/20091117_mblaqkiss_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405409546982865778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when i saw this at an &lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/mblaq_puckers_up/"&gt;allkpop article&lt;/a&gt; today. haha~ Yet, when i got to understand the whole thing, my interpretation of this went from "eww" to "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_wC2gClaGU&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Watch the clip-cut here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iargeDr2mw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iargeDr2mw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-3468762617971146207?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/3468762617971146207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/lip-locked-hot-dudes-are-no-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3468762617971146207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3468762617971146207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/lip-locked-hot-dudes-are-no-no.html' title='Lip-locked Hot Dudes are a No-no'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwPcYJXx8mI/AAAAAAAAAOE/K90qV8fOdY4/s72-c/20091117_mblaqkiss_572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-2201865626172439038</id><published>2009-11-12T19:40:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:49:08.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>I dated Yoo Seung Ho on my 15th birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know who Yoo Seung Ho is? No? Well, me neither. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Svv0vf7GOdI/AAAAAAAAALE/v9kvwg0lZwc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Svv0vf7GOdI/AAAAAAAAALE/v9kvwg0lZwc/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403181274821442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was doing my routine check on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.blogger.com/allkpop.com"&gt;allkpop.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for updates a while ago. I had this first glance at one article with a main-photo of an Onew-look-alike gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;y! (you kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; crazy i am for the Shinee dude! lol) the title says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/want_to_have_a_virtual_date_with_yoo_seung_ho/"&gt;Want to have a virtual date with Yoo S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/want_to_have_a_virtual_date_with_yoo_seung_ho/"&gt;eung Ho?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  I was like, "So who's Yoo Seung Ho, and why do a lot of people want to date him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's actually an Actor/Model who's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. 16 years old? wtf? i read his profile on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Wikipedia and i was shocked that he's actually a 1993-er! He's just a year olde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;r than me! w00ts! That just heats things up a bit more xD He has such an adoring smile like Onew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[from SHINEE] and KiKwang [AJ, from BEAST]! :] I just love dudes with pretty sm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;iles~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways, I read the short article. It was one heck of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;n eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;candy! It had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; a great concept~ Quadruple times better than the sims dating game,s cuz here you can get to hold hands with the dude as if you were on a real date-- everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;elt like a movie ^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been playing for an hour already, and i got rejected 2 times! First i got 51%, 2nd try at 73% and at my 3rd try i got.... 90%! WAHAHAHAHA! ~ The ending was so sweet, when Seung Ho confessed to me [ well, kinda]. Romantic-est thing ever! It felt so real! xD ahaha! This game just made my day! I'm literally blushing right now [, which is weird LOL]. Ahaha! -- exclude the fact i didnt understand a word he said, except  "Ahn nyong" which literally means "hello" in english. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www7.ozgeneration.com/oz_gamezone2/stardate.asp"&gt;PLAY THE GAME HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;[TIPS:]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[UPDATED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, there are two choices before playing the game. the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;k one&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;blue one&lt;/span&gt;~ Just choose the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BLUE START&lt;/span&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sv05Wpi01wI/AAAAAAAAALM/IbImFnilo6E/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sv05Wpi01wI/AAAAAAAAALM/IbImFnilo6E/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403538189186291458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;[thanks to c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.bilddagboken.se/" rel="nofollow"&gt;herrysmudge]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;to play the excl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;usive game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;To the people that wants to play th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;e Exclusive version (pink start). First off, you have to upload a picture of yourself (ok not really have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; to, but when they show his cellphone he will us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;e the picture as his wallpaper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; a must to fangirls!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Now you need to write your family name, It have to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;e in korean. Since many cant write in, please copy this and paste it in the first column (use ctrl+v): 님&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And paste this into the second column: 다라&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;In the third column, you'll need to write a kore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;an phonen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;umb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;r. Korean use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;010 first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Write the phonenumber randomly, they won't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And then you'll need to write your e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;you can also write a random email there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hope this helps! You can use the number, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ame and email many times as you want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1.) missions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mission 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pick a dress = cute style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unlock the code = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;817&lt;/span&gt; [his birthdate]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M3: &lt;/span&gt;Riding on his back. Press the spacebar again &amp;amp; again as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast as you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pick his outfit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Style # 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M5:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Peep on him while changing. LOL. Try doing it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eneve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r he turns around&lt;/span&gt;, cuz if he catches you, your points will deduct.Drag your mouse up &amp;amp; down. Drag down to hide then drag up to peep. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Choosing the phone. i still dont get this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M7: &lt;/span&gt;A weird dude approaches you then a question will appear. [i dun understand korean] but you should choose the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one on the righ&lt;/span&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M8: &lt;/span&gt;Try stopping at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very end&lt;/span&gt;, but try not kissing him. LOL. He shows this very very cute reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;M9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Take an un-blurry photo of him. But if your photo turns out blurry, then just close the pop out box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2.) hidden items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hidden Item #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The shaver. You know, the purple one when you see on your right when you're taking that bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HI2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Click the perfume. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HI3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;his phone. Keep clicking it when you see it left on the car seat after he gets out of the car. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[thanks, commenter]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;-- i think thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;s is only exclusive for koreans if u click the pink start.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HI4:&lt;/span&gt; Click at Seung Ho's body after getting raved down by water by the dude with the red motorcycle, then you'll get to rub his face with a hanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HI5:&lt;/span&gt; The price tag on his back while he approaches the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HI6:&lt;/span&gt; pen clam on the half shell &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[thanks sodany]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3.) Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gift 1:&lt;/span&gt; the soap/shampoo/showe gel you see on the right when you're taking a dip on the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;G2: &lt;/span&gt;perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;G3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;G4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the ticket/coupon that the man at the clothing store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;G5:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The cellphone that the salesman dude shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i think i got some Hidden Items &amp;amp; Gifts messed up a bit. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Sometimes, you might wonder why the game vid frozes~ Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;e reaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; be because your internet connection is laggy. Just try waiting for a few seconds or minutes and the game will proceed normally. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! This is one heck of an exciting birthday! First, i get to stare at SeungHo's smile for more than 10 minutes, then i get to peep at him (that sounded so awkward) and Third, i got confessed to~ Well, not literally, but still! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;PS: please leave me and my down-right fantasy alone. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;PPS: i dont uderstand korean. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;, it's kinda useless if you ask me w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;at those symbols meant. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE (11-16-09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNAPSHOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwEbMLL92hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0CASbEEFBKo/s1600/45656456.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 178px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwEevKFxlkI/AAAAAAAAANc/IytQUA8aHTY/s200/Untitled-11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404634823332566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SwEevKFxlkI/AAAAAAAAANc/IytQUA8aHTY/s1600/Untitled-11.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-2201865626172439038?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/2201865626172439038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dated-yoo-seung-ho-on-my-15th.html#comment-form' title='130 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2201865626172439038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2201865626172439038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dated-yoo-seung-ho-on-my-15th.html' title='I dated Yoo Seung Ho on my 15th birthday!'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Svv0vf7GOdI/AAAAAAAAALE/v9kvwg0lZwc/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>130</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-7442233798094777321</id><published>2009-11-08T12:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:57:46.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBLAQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEAST/B2ST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Baby Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11-08-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just HAD to post this on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;This is a 47 sec clip of BEAST/B2ST, [mainly &lt;a href="http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter-sweet.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YoSeob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;], dancing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzimPOyVPzw"&gt;MBLAQ's "Oh Yeah"&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's really interesting to see them together~~ Moreover, if their dancing on each other's songs. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute Seob-Seob here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X94y-IxBGzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X94y-IxBGzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Update(3:14pm):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i just found another clip --&gt; now here's Mir, dancing to BEAST's "Bad Girl". How topsy-turvy can these guys get? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mir groovin' to "bad girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpWziJ12bmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpWziJ12bmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Here are extras :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZOCxbPcdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/p-KV4T-Gx90/s1600-h/mbc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZOCxbPcdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/p-KV4T-Gx90/s320/mbc7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401590612611789266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZODN7ailI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fHBrtrlZuOs/s1600-h/1257599333_ys2-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZODN7ailI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fHBrtrlZuOs/s320/1257599333_ys2-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401590620262926930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZODAkB2bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/36usHUvbUMw/s1600-h/47115846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZODAkB2bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/36usHUvbUMw/s320/47115846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401590616675178930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZOCSFwv5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ClahZfhdsQI/s1600-h/1257613770_DSC_4134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZOCSFwv5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ClahZfhdsQI/s320/1257613770_DSC_4134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401590604200198034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-7442233798094777321?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/7442233798094777321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7442233798094777321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7442233798094777321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='Baby Love'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvZOCxbPcdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/p-KV4T-Gx90/s72-c/mbc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-2752988496804589202</id><published>2009-11-06T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:45:13.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Denial, Anger &amp; Dispute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10-06-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have poured my emotions to what was asked. Every drop of sweat that cascaded on my face were as hot as lavas. I ground my teeth with a sheer amount of pressure. Every stroke my fingers made were of cautiousness. My heart was pounding-- you can hear it a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions were at blur. The blood that rushed onto my veins were as swift as a leopard's crouch. The thumping of my heart went faster--and faster! As if it was a serial killer being chased down by the authorities. Then--- it stopped. No beat. No site. No, nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed down, and opened my eyes once more. Ahh... everything went back to normal-- until the veins in my head started to throb once more. What's happening?! What's this feeling?! Can somebody HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything blacked out-- I realized, what I actually felt was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Denial&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dispute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anticipating too much. I was expecting something big-- I was being selfish in one way or another. It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll get goosebumps when I read this tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-2752988496804589202?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/2752988496804589202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/denial-anger-dispute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2752988496804589202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2752988496804589202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/11/denial-anger-dispute.html' title='Denial, Anger &amp; Dispute'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-3917936944727410076</id><published>2009-10-31T13:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:44:06.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEAST/B2ST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Bitter-Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10-31-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the Second Time, my dream had successfully played around with me! This time, it made me think it was surely reality-- making my wake-up feel like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;twice as hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than my &lt;a href="http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-come-true.html"&gt;GD dream&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo Seob&lt;/span&gt; from, the recently-debuted kpop group, &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/library/BEAST_%28B2ST%29"&gt;BEAST/B2ST&lt;/a&gt;?  Well anyway, he's the friggen talented dude who does the most adorkable things in their group, making me fall heals over head with him (?) Nya~ maybe? He went blonde, making him stand out much when their group is performing. He has a smooth voice and he dances very gracefully. [No, i dont mean ballet-graceful, it's more of the light yet powerful movement when he dances!] He didnt immediately take my attention at first, since his looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weren't all that&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my first glance of him kinda reminded me of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown-to-valentine.html"&gt;"leaf"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; [hmm... his style was my type though :] but eventually... yeah. LOL. The dude has MAD CUTE facial expressions, making their performances extra fun [well, since their song is already fun, to begin with]! Seob is actually 19 years old as of this time, but when i first saw him, he looked 5 years younger. Oh joyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHECK IT: [he's the blond dude]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmW43oNGWO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmW43oNGWO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;xXXxXXxXXx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvVq08rZeyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/y4J40DfMBeU/s1600-h/i5dr3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvVq08rZeyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/y4J40DfMBeU/s320/i5dr3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401340785974672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough of the intro, let's get to the point! So last night when I was sleeping, after watching 2ne1 TV and eating pizza at 1:00am I had a dream that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[BEAST]&lt;/span&gt; went here-- at our house. By then, my dream convinced me that it was now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt;! So I told myself, "The GD issue was once  just a dream, now this is the real deal. w00ts!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the whole team went to our house, but guess what, Seob dyed his hair back to black [not just any normal black-- but emo black!] , and sported a new hairstyle, which was cool but not as cool as him blond one. Instead of flashing a smile and greeting them, i went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akkkkk!"&lt;/span&gt;  and started pointing at Seob's hair making him reply with a risen brow. I know, what I did was very rude. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... well, i kinda forgot what precisely happened after that, but I dragged YoSeob to Lolo's room and told him we should take photos. I slipped my cellphone out of my pocket and we both posed~ It was a pretty good photo~ Next was i was planning on how to post the photos on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/allkpop.com"&gt;allkpop.com&lt;/a&gt; and tell them that BEAST was here. I still teased Yo-seob about his hair. But he said he liked it that way more. hmmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both faced the mirror, I noticed that he was kinda smaller than i am. About an inch maybe. lol. In my dream, we were both comfortable with each other and didn't act all formal. --Ehem. In real life, he's actually 4 years my Senior- I really didn't remember what happened next. LOL but then, I had to bring him to my brother's room, where he will sleep in. The next thing i knew, his arms were wide open, asking for a hug. *Since we felt close, i hugged him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LMAOOO &lt;/span&gt;*it may sound flirty, but it sadly just happened in my dream. He hugged me really tightly so i went, "Ugh~ Seob Seob, you're squishing me..." Then i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;WOKE UP&lt;/span&gt;, took the pillow from my head and started hitting the bed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;once again, waking Deedee up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole "fastasy-world" made my day, yet it ruined it the same way when my eyes opened. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, his hug felt VERY familiar... i just dont remember where or to who's hug it is similar to~ until now, i've been wracking my head about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;That was the second ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;me an ido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;l hugged me in a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;[it all felt bitter-sweet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For now, i'll feed you with my YoSeob collected of GIFs &amp;amp; Images. :]&lt;/span&gt; ok, just a few :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s400.photobucket.com/albums/pp84/ciael_x/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bitbys4short.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i400.photobucket.com/albums/pp84/ciael_x/bitbys4short.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s400.photobucket.com/albums/pp84/ciael_x/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bitbys2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i400.photobucket.com/albums/pp84/ciael_x/bitbys2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvVq0qpOPkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/X7Uei7jzyss/s1600-h/1257313367_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvVq0qpOPkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/X7Uei7jzyss/s320/1257313367_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401340781133708866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvVrw85lsCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LvNHFLJ3uUQ/s1600-h/yoseob9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvVrw85lsCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LvNHFLJ3uUQ/s320/yoseob9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401341816826343458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ooh~ i just realized that this is actuall my last post for the month! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-3917936944727410076?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/3917936944727410076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3917936944727410076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3917936944727410076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter-Sweet'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SvVq08rZeyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/y4J40DfMBeU/s72-c/i5dr3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-524652411024363525</id><published>2009-10-30T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:13:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life Through A Stranger's Pen &amp; Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;10-29-09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;I once had a blog on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://www.blogger.com/livejournal.com"&gt;livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;, but i deactivated myself from it. A few minutes ago, i remembered to visit that site [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://www.blogger.com/ciael.livejournal.com"&gt;ciael.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;]. I noticed i only had one post there entitled: "Living Life Through a Stranger's Pen and Paper." -- and the most coincidental thing is, i've written it exactly a year ago which was October 29, 2009. lol. Nice, huh? Most of the things written there didnt have much sense in it, making me go ROFLMAOOO. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/TCiK82UMy_I/AAAAAAAAARE/DcxoOwjwlYI/s1600/44f7f8b5d6ecf4747117160fed7666fb1256375349_full.jpg" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/TCiK82UMy_I/AAAAAAAAARE/DcxoOwjwlYI/s320/44f7f8b5d6ecf4747117160fed7666fb1256375349_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487788923927972850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, i though it was somewhat an interesting topic t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;-talk about.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;As written from my LJ site:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What if you were actually living your own life through a strangers pen and paper? Well, let's put it this way, You're writing your own story, what if in real life that story is actually happening to a particular person, who would fit the character, from the other side of the world (or from a different universe?). Those manga and anime you watch and read, those plots that make your heart drop-dead, have the thought of it coming true came in (your) mind? Can you say everything that happens in inevitable when the thought of life being written in a piece of crumpled paper is scribbled in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unknown somebody is actually writing what will happen to you tomorrow. On top of that, holding your future. The stranger can actually end your life now by just writing a few practical words like "He died the day after." Scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very own love story? You envy a particular story's character who has roles of being somebody's lover, especially when it's about  highschool puppylove. Sometimes you end up asking yourself, "I can i experience being loved just like a Edward and Bella (from twilight)?" Well, don't worry, it's just currently in process, either by the person from another dimension or from the other corner of the world (if the world has a corner.) or maybe it's currently in-hand by the person right next to you. You just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Life written by a so-called nobody. Our destiny, held by a stranger's palm. Would that though even be possible? Who knows...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="ljtags"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm~ Let's revise!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What if...."-- &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a pledged fictional writer. All of the stories I have personally written came from my bare imagination-- not in any way is it connected to real-life stories I once heard or experienced. But what if... just what if-- everything I jotted down on my crumpled-up paper molded itself to something real.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every stroke I make defines the future of a stranger-- No, not just a mere stranger, but some kind of graffiti made in perfect details~ Every detail familiarized, from as small as a grain of salt to as big as a 6-foot box.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;It makes me wonder, should i be cautious of whatever stroke i make with my bare hands?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What if..." I am the character. All the things i'm going and went through were thought of by the hands of another. I've been waiting for my lovestory, but i guess it hasnt been written yet. Obvious?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the frustration i've gone through and every hatred and tiredness that clung of my back were by a made-up sentence by someone nam&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What if..." I am the writer of the book of life. Maybe not in this universe, maybe on another. Every millisecond being vigilant to whatever may happen.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every stroke I make defines the future of a stranger-- No, not just a  mere stranger, but some kind of graffiti made in perfect details~ Every  detail familiarized, from as small as a grain of salt to as big as a  6-foot box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-524652411024363525?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/524652411024363525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-life-through-strangers-pen-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/524652411024363525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/524652411024363525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-life-through-strangers-pen-paper.html' title='Living Life Through A Stranger&apos;s Pen &amp; Paper'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/TCiK82UMy_I/AAAAAAAAARE/DcxoOwjwlYI/s72-c/44f7f8b5d6ecf4747117160fed7666fb1256375349_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-8505551762638536719</id><published>2009-10-24T13:29:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:43:43.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEAST/B2ST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Freedom: featuring ;; Orange Planet &amp; Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;10-24-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Exams just ended yesterday! Thank God! I've been studying for days and days but for some reason, it felt really good to be able to jot down answers on your test paper without any lags. xD haha. Anyways, my semester break starts today! Yipppy! I've got 11 days WITHOUT school! --weekends included--*omg! im so excited*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with-- it's already 1:30pm and yet, i still havent taken my morning shower! w00ts! This is my first step to teenage rebel hood! i'm so proud of myself... ROFLMAOOO~ you know i was kidding.Well let's continue. Since i have almost 2 weeks school-less, i planned on filling in my schedules to get myself busy during the time-- and anti-boredom activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I got myself an audition for a manga dub! I really want to get the part i auditioned for, since i think it's very interesting and challenging. And besides, it's "&lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/dengeki_daisy/"&gt;Dengeki Daisy Manga&lt;/a&gt;" i'm auditioning for~ one of the best and most unique mangas of all time. It never fails to leave me in awe in every chapter i read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If i dont get passed the audition and i'll apply as a manga colorer for the same project! I cant let this project pass! Even if i get the easiest role--- manga coloring. xPP i like hogging things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Third:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I've gotten myself busy stalking newly debuted korean groups like "&lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/rain_reveals_his_new_boy_band_mblaq/"&gt;MBLAQ&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/beast_changes_name_meaning/P100/"&gt;B2AST&lt;/a&gt;". Ive also been stalking Gdragon who debuted as a solo artist early this month~ With a new &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_k0GsfWrNh0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;MV (Butterfly)&lt;/a&gt; that was released Yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of butterfly! I really loved the MV's animation and story flow. It's really nice-- and i think there's a hidden meaning behind it xP The song is pretty cool too. I love the melody and i love GD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_k0GsfWrNh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_k0GsfWrNh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Forth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; After month without reading a full manga~ my breaks gonna be 50 % Manga! Manga! Freaken MANGA! lol. I'm planning on reading "&lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/he_s_dedicated_to_roses/"&gt;He's Dedicated To Roses&lt;/a&gt;" Which unfortunately took Naruto's "most-read manga" spot on mangafox, ahead with 200,000 views! O.O Yes,  i was shocked too! &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/naruto/"&gt;Naruto&lt;/a&gt; has been numero uno in mangafox since--- well, since i first came to that site! Which was a year ago-- and now a romance shoujo manga took its spot! Surprising really. I've read tons of good romance mangas but none of them even reached Naruto's spot-- So i wondered, how good is this manga? x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another manga that caught my eye is &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Orange_Planet/"&gt;"Orange Planet"&lt;/a&gt;. I first saw a manga dub about it. I thought it was really interesting and it quite reminded me of UFO Baby. I'm currently reading it-- as of today. I've been sitting in front of the PC the whole day-- Well, orange planet is scheduled for my whole vacation! But man! I think it's the most exciting manga i've ever read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Orange_Planet/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OR&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ANG&lt;/span&gt;E P&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt;ET&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I dont want to bother telling you the whole summary detail---rather, i'll say some of my opinions&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I wont criticize, since it's basically my typ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;e of manga. I say, the art is somewhat average-- since the style is that of 2006- type. *Well, you know, the mangaka style differs by generation*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MAIN CHARACTERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Rui:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl. lead character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eisuke:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;older guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Tarou:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her childhood friend. &lt;-- the one i'm rooting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;The story is full of twists that shoot from out of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;e blue-- and it leaves me hanging every chapter, making me want to read more! It has a love triangle concept-- which is very interesting, because both of the guys are very well deserving for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;the girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Also, the story is really really funny! Some characters bluntly speaks the obvious, makin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;g a dramatic situation less serious! Well the thing is, the guy i'm rooting for doesnt look quite fortunate for Rui. Which is very sad. =___= The annoying thing is that she only has to choose one of the two guys, yet she she tends not to-- So she ends up loving both of them, which is bad cuz it's two-timing. --She loves Eisuke, yet she wants to forget about him. She wants to care for Tarou more, cuz he's the guy that show more love to her than anyone, yet she cant. God! It's so complicated-- and yet that's just how i like my tea served. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ended really sweetly. ^^ Though Rui didnt end up with the Tarou, he still didnt give up! man! He's my type. :D The plot was really nice, though you may say that the story is quite cliche, it still somehow stands out from other mangas with the same genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Check out snapshots here! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QAxJP0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-duxZdoJBqs/s1600-h/gcbcgbcg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QAxJP0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-duxZdoJBqs/s320/gcbcgbcg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396075689743564610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QSLsjjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yB5SqkfV2aY/s1600-h/32154687456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QSLsjjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yB5SqkfV2aY/s320/32154687456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396075694418333234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2RB3NzcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cfl1JCt9aGA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2RB3NzcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cfl1JCt9aGA/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396075707217333698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QuYVTpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/36dYMZXvM1c/s1600-h/sdfdsfsd5345354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QuYVTpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/36dYMZXvM1c/s320/sdfdsfsd5345354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396075701987528338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QwukpPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UU_SlzxUvsU/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QwukpPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UU_SlzxUvsU/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396075702617679090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes, yes. Those long hair dudes are guys. Xept the obvious girl ofcourse. ^^ ahah! Bishounens were always my type. [pretty boys]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XxENDxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-8505551762638536719?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/8505551762638536719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-featuring-orange-planet-butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8505551762638536719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8505551762638536719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-featuring-orange-planet-butterfly.html' title='Freedom: featuring ;; Orange Planet &amp; Butterfly'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SuK2QAxJP0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-duxZdoJBqs/s72-c/gcbcgbcg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-291225556366801765</id><published>2009-10-17T16:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:19:35.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>A Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 17 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, friday (10-16-09), Deedee and i watched the first episode of Strong Heart (an all new korean show that just aired this october). The first episode featured a lot of popular korean artists (whom unfortunately i dont recognize nyehe~) Gdragon and Seungri were also there to represent Bigbang. The whole episode was so fun to watch-- everyone of them had their own entertaining stories. The series ended for almost an hour maybe-- but every second of the vid were sheer entertainment. We finished watching it at about 10:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK HERE: [also, just check for the continuation of the vid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8GQOMLSyCg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8GQOMLSyCg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not my point. lol. I got too much excitement from the vid, that i ended up literally dreaming about GD (ok, i sound like an obsessed freak, i know). But dreaming about him, was totally a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream come true&lt;/span&gt;!  How i wish not wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, when i wake up, i'll either forget my whole dream or just remember half of it. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; im blogging about this so i could reminisce the memories in the future. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt sure how it started, but suddenly, GD was here! lol. I called him Jiyong (his first name). Seems like he was having an international concert tour and suddenly ended up getting lost in the Phils and there i found him. We both talked in english ofcourse. I didnt remember half of the story, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a pic of him vertically sleeping on a fluffy white bed, wearing a black outfit he once wore at a live show i watched long ago~ I laughed a lot since he was laying there so straight and stiff. He suddenly threw himself on my bed while laughing so hard. I sat on the lower part of the bed. We continued to talk  And then, in the middle of our conversation (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a convo which i unfortunately do not remember&lt;/span&gt;) i said i have to call my sis so she could take a photo of both of us~~ he made a "wha?" look on his face, so i said "Never mind, we can just do that later :]]". Then for some reason, our topic got a little dramatic. Believe it or not, he started sobbing (ok, it was just a dream), I layed down on the bed, my head aligned with his legs. Oh c'mon! i didnt want to suddenly get beside him! let's just stay in the comfort zone~hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on with the story--&gt; While he was sobbing, i tried to reach out and pat his shoulders for comfort, but when i was about to reach for his shoulders, he suddenly pulled me up and... we hugged! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;WE  FRIGGEN HUGGED&lt;/span&gt;, Darling! Wahahah~ But actually in my dream, it wasnt much of a big deal. (STFU! not much of a big deal??) Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not much of a big deal&lt;/span&gt;. lol  My reaction was like "wtf?", and there, he realized that my goal wasnt suppose to hug him, so he went "uhh~ ermm... sorry?" And there he let go. I got up, and we both laughed again. He was fun to be with &lt;33. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i told him that i'm gonna take a shower and he could just go around wherever he wants. I entered the bathroom, i was about to strip my clothes off until.... I heard 3 little lizard who were planning on how they were going eat me. They had their mouths widely open, showing their tiny sharp fangs and pointy tongues,  while doing their lizard-version of the evil laugh. Dude, dont laugh! it was terrifying! TE-RRI-FYING! I hurriedly run out of the bathroom, looking for dad to tell him about the lizards-- but he ignored me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across Deedee and she told me how GD called my parents "mom and dad" because i failed to introduce him to them. She also told me that she saw the blond GD 3 block away. Oh. Wait! 3 BLOCKS AWAY!??? Oh no! I started to look for him, but i ended up going back to my room. I opened the door with the lights dimmed and there was something spotlighting my cellphone on my desk. I came grab the phone~ There i saw a message from Jiyong-- but before i can get to the third sentence of the message, I--- woke up! I FRIGGIN' WOKE UP! T^T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i wasnt sure if it was really a dream, since i was wearing the same clothes i was wearing in my dream-- A green loose shirt and short pink shorts--. i wasnt able to continue reading the message~ I was about to get up and even check my CP!  Wahhhh! I was hitting the bed causing Deedee to wake up. ]: it was just a dream all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESSON LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;T^T Next time, i wont wish that i'd dream about Gdragon-- So it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;"I WISH I'D MEET GD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-291225556366801765?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/291225556366801765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/291225556366801765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/291225556366801765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-come-true.html' title='A Dream Come True'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-109125545302912248</id><published>2009-10-07T20:22:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:38:06.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>Dude, ghosts are REAL! roflmao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10-07-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Raymund Laride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how old are you again? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyLuNjqRHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1UI25d6nsb4/s1600-h/10072009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyLuNjqRHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1UI25d6nsb4/s320/10072009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389836480085116018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was Biboy's birthday last Oct 3, but his celebration is on the 7th. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Day started off quite normal. We had our first subject (which was chemistry at 8:00am) after the morning ceremony. We were about 2 hours away from the end of class but we were abruptly interrupted by Sir. Valdez, saying that we should proceed to the Oval Field at that moment (there was this activity).  Thank God! We were about to have our quiz right after Ma'am Camangeg's lecture. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The activity started out quite fine. Well, we just sat at a corner, not giving a damn to what's happening... We had our lunch and so we prepared for a Values quiz for our first afternoon subject. About 10 mins class-time, our class prez announced that our teacher wont be attending the class. So, we were dismissed. Hurrah! No more next subject!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Biboy invited us to go to their place for a mini-celebration. We were very anxious to go, but we just had to clean our classroom first. Yeah, like waxing the floor and stuff-- at about 2:00pm, We went pass the school guards, exiting in a secret escape route. (Not much of a secret, cuz anyone who wants to get pass the guards secretly goes their.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I ran short in money. lol. So i agreed that we'd just go and hitch-hike to random people passing through the highway. At about 3 mins of waiting, a pick-up car stopped right in front of us, and so we hurriedly jumped up the cargo area (or whatever you call it). He dropped us off at the Gas station and we rode a tricycle to Biboy's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We saw Wawa and Kyle wearing black formal outfits (fit for a prom.) Oh the thugs and their thuggish ways) . haha Weird people! Anyways, i was with Deb,Claire, Sarah, Melds, Pinky and Yzha. Von, Kyle and Marchu was also their, ofcourse including Biboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyQYjQ8ItI/AAAAAAAAAI8/a4zo5mtyrLc/s1600-h/10072009%28044%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyQYjQ8ItI/AAAAAAAAAI8/a4zo5mtyrLc/s320/10072009%28044%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389841605513192146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really surprised when she saw her Dad at Biboy's place. Uh Oh!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Busted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! haha//  Anyways, we met their sister who was about 1 and a half years old. The Last time we've seen her is when Biboy's bro brought her to school, and that was about a year ago-- and now she's already walking! Haha. She's a really cute kid. She looks just like Biboy when he was young. And guess what~ the celebration wasnt actually for his bday at all! It was their purok's fiesta! Lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3pm, we didnt know what else to do. Biboy took out 2 sets of cards and we played-- uhh whats it called? hmm... i think involved the number 3! Forgot what's it called. haha. The one who looses, will get her/his face covered with powder. tsk! tsk! Everyone except Marchu and Kyle got pwned! Makes me think if Ghosts were real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyOG25UG4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/OvehRnIDCf4/s1600-h/10072009%28056%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyOG25UG4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/OvehRnIDCf4/s320/10072009%28056%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389839102521908098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyOXBovEcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6SbATgOtn1E/s1600-h/10072009%28061%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyOXBovEcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6SbATgOtn1E/s320/10072009%28061%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389839380283068866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyPFrgMGKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WrIBJkcUVxw/s1600-h/10072009%28070%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyPFrgMGKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WrIBJkcUVxw/s320/10072009%28070%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389840181795494050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyOwsGWU_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/MNjZdQr5f6I/s1600-h/10072009%28060%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyOwsGWU_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/MNjZdQr5f6I/s320/10072009%28060%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389839821178295282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyQKcWP-DI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-Hzve1vsa_I/s1600-h/10072009%28065%29.jpg"&gt;]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Right after, we went to Melds place that was about 3 blocks away. We invaded Kuya Samson's room! And we even took photos! Ugh! Can u feel the evilness, ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;bey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyRVo-_0WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1ZBWddLmTno/s1600-h/10072009%28073%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyRVo-_0WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1ZBWddLmTno/s320/10072009%28073%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389842655020568930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is Deb, in kuya Samson's room! w00ts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XxXxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyQKcWP-DI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-Hzve1vsa_I/s1600-h/10072009%28065%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsyQKcWP-DI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-Hzve1vsa_I/s320/10072009%28065%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389841363138246706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great day! 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Let's talk about the REAL DEAL--- and i mean, not only the hottest guy in school but the MOST AWESOME-est guy in the universe (According to urs trully, that is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been a big big fan of BIGBANG since... i dunno.. long as i can remember? Ok not really, maybe at about early of 2008 or something. But I've been inLOVE  with GD since i fist laid eyes on him :] Mwahaha. I was always asking myself what his flaw is... He's got a decent face and he looks perfect in a bajillion angles! He's a great Singer, Rapper, Beatboxer and the most awesome dancer!-- makes me think if he still has bones, really! -- Hmm.. Well he had this uneven front teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sss-tjrAYEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tdkOTwp2ynQ/s1600-h/GDragonGD.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sss-tjrAYEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tdkOTwp2ynQ/s320/GDragonGD.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389470331469586498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;guess what~ All his flaws (ok, for me he only has 1 flaw), anyhow, all of them vanished when he launched his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ry first solo album [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HeartBreaker&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on his 21st Bday at Aug 18th! Yeah boyy~ :] But the most shocking is, He went blond, FRIGGEN GOLD BLOND babey! And he looks a gazillion times as hot! He's also got his all new style xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;His all-new all-out album features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. 소년이여 ( A Bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y)&lt;br /&gt;2. Heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; title song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Breathe&lt;br /&gt;4. Butterfly (feat. Jin Jung)&lt;br /&gt;5. Hello (feat. Sandara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6. Gossip man (feat. Kim Gun Mo)&lt;br /&gt;7. Korean Dream (feat. TaeYang)&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s up (feat. Teddy , CL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9. She’s Gone (feat. KUSH)&lt;br /&gt;10. Hollow&lt;br /&gt;11. 1년 정거장 (Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 1 year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been stalking him and 2ne1 on Youtbe for days and dayzzzz! :] I've been also pretty much got addicted to his music vids and RL-tapings and cuts from GD-TV. Really! You wouldnt be able to find someone as awesome as "the dragon"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;HEARTBREAKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/g-dragon%20heartbreaker/Yumingrace/G%20Dragon/090904gdmini1.gif?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i374.photobucket.com/albums/oo190/Yumingrace/G%20Dragon/090904gdmini1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GD dances so powerfully and very energetic. Really nice! And his back-up dancers are good too. His outfits are soooo awesome! He's like my role model in fashion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOXEVd-Z7NE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOXEVd-Z7NE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/g-dragon%20breathe" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i374.photobucket.com/albums/oo190/Yumingrace/G%20Dragon/GDragonBreathe1.gif" alt="G Dragon Breathe Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ahahaha~ He's very very cute in this vid. It's a good song. :] I think his makeup here is wayy better than the one he had on "heartbreaker"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was just wondering who's the girl with him there? hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; His hair is all bouncy and everything ^^ hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UrgFqLTZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UrgFqLTZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;-------------------X--------------------&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SstD3ZNOgAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VEOgf6Wen-E/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SstD3ZNOgAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VEOgf6Wen-E/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389475998017159170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;the reason why photoshop is loved &lt;3&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-3505230194432179075?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/3505230194432179075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-and-me-hardcore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3505230194432179075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/3505230194432179075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-and-me-hardcore.html' title='You and Me Hardcore!'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SstA2fNsXUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D77GwOpVVzQ/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-1386111151850962461</id><published>2009-10-05T21:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:34:16.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Bum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>iAdore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Guess what! Kim Bum is here! w00ts! w00ts! He arrived about Sept 30 '09 and he'll be staying here for a few days.He's got this commercial with Maja Salvador.  Oh c'mon! How lucky can she get?I can't believe that Kim Bum is actually HERE! Ackk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Ssnzxv1-N2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LRpPDVsRyew/s1600-h/kim_bum_by_nawcho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Ssnzxv1-N2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LRpPDVsRyew/s320/kim_bum_by_nawcho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106465107490658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ahhhahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DO U KNOU HOW HAPPI A AM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lol. ok ok~ I wasnt really that crazy for Bum but somehow, when he arrived here all skinny and HOT! I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Cha-Ching! JackPot!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hah! I wasnt able to watch his interviews at ABS-CBN's SNN, Entertainment Live!, The Buzz nor Ruffa and Ai. So, i ended up stalking all his inteviews High Defenition Videos or just a crappish quality as long as i hear him say "Salamat Po" and "Maganda". Lookie here! It's already 9:30pm and i havent even studied yet-- not even a touch on my binder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-o9fqYZqmYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-o9fqYZqmYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-1386111151850962461?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/1386111151850962461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/iadore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/1386111151850962461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/1386111151850962461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/iadore.html' title='iAdore'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Ssnzxv1-N2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LRpPDVsRyew/s72-c/kim_bum_by_nawcho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-7230025315830956361</id><published>2009-10-03T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:42:21.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunchyroll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>updating life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(OCTOBER 3, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been on much lately. I wasnt able to update this blog for months. I'm really doubting whether i could still maintain a blog or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, there arent really people who read this, but i just love keeping memories .:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire started going out with Dancy Dela Tina.&lt;br /&gt;Click started going out with Juli An.&lt;br /&gt;Deb has gone out with Lawrence. -- Then broke up.&lt;br /&gt;Another death of a cr friend followed.&lt;br /&gt;I had a grade of 75 at Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Flores is courting Deb.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Erold tries his Luck with Pinky.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence now tries his luck on Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;The EFOT is trying their lucks on me! Stupid people! Always teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted on the school paper *who gets the last laugh now?* mwahahah&lt;br /&gt;I had my haircut&lt;br /&gt;I do leopard nails&lt;br /&gt;GDRAGON went blond O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsdnaGeBMRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qQgnBKAWUHY/s1600-h/kiss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsdnaGeBMRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qQgnBKAWUHY/s320/kiss.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388389177282867474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More things had happened. I just wasnt able to jot them down. *sigh* There goes my memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Still here, left single. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-7230025315830956361?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/7230025315830956361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/updating-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7230025315830956361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7230025315830956361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/updating-life.html' title='updating life..'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SsdnaGeBMRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qQgnBKAWUHY/s72-c/kiss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-362705622040997948</id><published>2009-10-03T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:26:01.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>infatuation, love and obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect guy much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In every school, there's atleast one hotty-hot-highschool-heartthrob ~ Well, in our school, we have one (actually 2). I'm not gonna mention his name now, but he's like the most gorgeous person I have ever seen in personal in all of my 14 years in life (no, honesty~ i swear!). He has alluring eyes, hot-looking lips and an awesome nose, white skin tone and not to mention a great dancer, a good singer and he can play drums, guitars and can beatbox! (too good to be true, right?) You can't ask for more! (Well, ok... his current hairstyle is pretty lame -as of 01-02-2009-). Let's hide the guys name as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Soda".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, here's the catch. I've first seen him when I was 12, elementary school- 6th grade, it was on January-Feb 2007 something. At that time, I'm not really interested in guys in a whatsoever way. We had this over-night seminar thing. I entered the door and my eyes gazed a room full of people. My friend tapped me from the back and said, "Look Trish, ang gwapo!". I turned around, facing a bunch of people forming a circle. They're all from the same school and my eyes somehow drove itself to a certain guy. Yeashh, and i mean "Soda". I then took second glances, then a lot of glances more until the 'glance' turned into a 'stare'. But the worst happened... I got caught by the small girl beside him staring. ugh~ soooo embarassing! lol. I tried not to look at him the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I learned that he's studying at SKPSC and thats actually the school that I'm planning to enter on the school year openings. Gahhhh! can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Every session, we were all grouped differently. Somehow, of all people, I haven't teamed up with 'him' yet after 4 session. It was then 1:00am and we were all called by the speaker for another grouping for the next day's activity. Luckily, I WAS GROUPED UP WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;!!! But I honestly didn't go all crazy for that little thing. Our group was assigned to dance and my position is just right beside him! Looks like luck's on my side... but i seem to have shove luck away. I did the stupidest thing a girl could ever do!.... I ended up sleeping, and when I woke up, the dance was already finished. gaaahhh! Well, you can't blame me... I wasnt able to sleep the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There school ended up closing... So, I wasnt able to enroll there. Ahhh... the campus was planning to do a wipe-out on the entire high school so they're starting on the closing of the up-coming freshmen that's why I ended up studying at Notre Dame of Tacurong for Girls (now known as "Sienna")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our next meeting&lt;/span&gt;...--(August-September 2007) it was the cause of the same organization. -The program started early (9:00am). The venue of the Sports &amp;amp; Music Fest. is in their school. gaaah! Since we had an exam that saturday, I wasnt able to attend early... so me and some of my NDTG companions arrived at about 6:00pm that time. We parteeiiid all night long! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda and his group had this dance number on the middle of the program... god! that guy can move! lol. I noticed a lot of girls stairing at him-- literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here I am, transfered to SKPSC as they once again open their school for us... too bad Soda's just gonna stay there for only a year. crap!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; he has a girlfriend!&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, I never ever thought that I'd get to talk to him. lol. --But the unbelievable happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and so the obsession started like *snappp*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woohoo... Who woulda thought that he's actually the president of one of my clubs. ugh. amazing I know. I get to stare at him when he's infront acting like I'm seriously listening but actually carried to the day-dream world and no one could even notice. (naughty, naughty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Keep-in-minds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;first club meeting: &lt;/span&gt;I sat infront together with a few of my classmates. I was new so I acted all cool and serious as if I have no interest. Anyways, we were at the part when the president introduces himself. So, my hot-guy here went infront (like standing infront of me.) and started to right something on the board until he turned around to face us when... I had a pretty nice view of... (yeah, suspense) gaahhh.. let's go straight-to-the-point... his fly was open. I then bowed my head, I just cant help but to smirk, and Deb (my closest pal) started to giggle with Claire. Someone from the back suddenly said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Uhm... excuse me, before you continue, uhh... you're fly is..hehe" . &lt;/span&gt; He immediatly turned around and threw himself at a corner then everyone started laughing, including me. Well, it cant be helped :D. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;OHMIGAD whattah perv&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;We were once again trapped in our school building since it was raining pretty hard. We just finished cooking for our Home Ec. class and it seems like the senior guys planned on being drenched by the rain. Totally, I was a very very boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Deb were both staring blankly on the window until... Soda went across with his wet clothes clinging onto his body, wearing a white sleeve-less shirt with his hair all soaked like a model of a magazine cover. Yes, both of us looked like tarsiers with our eyes wide-open. Deb and I started staring at each other utill we ended up screaming like fangirl-crazy. I was like "Did you see that?". haha. We then called Sarah and said what our eyes have seen and she was like "Where?!" haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dashed out of the room to the school's entrance. We were standing by the door acting as if we were annoyed of the rain and that we want to go home. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;was there, playing chase-me with his pals. I took glances until I noticed that some of the guys were looking at us. I turned around and saw Sarah smiling ang directly staring at Soda which was unfortunately noticed by some of his classmates. Oh my gosh! RUN! I dragged Sarah inside along with Deb. hah! We went back inside and we realized that what we did was the same as a guy peeping at a girl's locked room! Such big Pervs. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SavR6sOHtdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KRN_iBNXRIM/s1600-h/art+03-02-09+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SavR6sOHtdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KRN_iBNXRIM/s400/art+03-02-09+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308567392019264978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;birthday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ahh... So on my 14th birthday, I invited Soda and some other guys to my birthday with the excuse that he's our club president. (no malicious matter included.. well ok, maybe a bit.lol). So, as always, It was a swimming party at our newly done pool at our farm. Every girl was anticipating his topless-hot-body but too bad..(eww.. pervy gal much?). that didnt happen. Hah! I was laughing my face off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were about to go after the rain. They called me out and so i went. I was talking to them really casually. I sat at the pool's stairs. I asked an Onee-san "Eww... why are there lots of hair on a guy's leg?". Then Soda came in asking "what's up?". So i said "Guy's have ugly legs." then out of nowhere, I pulled one of his leg hairs and he twitched (cute!) then we both laughed. (and my laugh had a cinch of kilig factor.lol.) After I while, he gave me this tiny yellow toy and called it "Boy Idiot" and said I should take care of it. (Hell yeah, I would!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Discovery&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; So, due to this club, we had another overnight gig. It was a camp learning about love and other practical teenage curiosities. There was this part when the guys were separated with the girls. We were inside the room and they were outside. We had a part when we went on a reflection and the lights are off, with the kuyas singing a reflection song until they let us open our eyes and the guys were all there with their flowers, giving it to girls. I recieved 3, one from some kuya, my brother and Soda! of course i 'acted' normal and said a "thanks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Do and Done: &lt;/span&gt;*Hello, It's currently October 2nd 2009. I havent updated much anymore. Well, there were more encounters of me with Soda. Like the time when he snuggled me on the head and the numerous "Hi's and Hellos". I realized that it was all mere infatuation. Though you can never removed the fact that he's still the most good-looking guy i've laid my eyes on. It was something really temporary, though sometimes the "kilig" factor still runs up the spine. ^^ haha~ It was a very temporary kind of feel, but it was really really exiting that I've met someone like him and he made me feel like a psychopath fan-girl-- can't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME SIGNS OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-362705622040997948?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/362705622040997948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/infatuation-love-and-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/362705622040997948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/362705622040997948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/10/infatuation-love-and-obsession.html' title='infatuation, love and obsession'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SavR6sOHtdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KRN_iBNXRIM/s72-c/art+03-02-09+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-7640265583580780042</id><published>2009-06-03T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:37:15.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Life: Seeing the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Miss Cel has been my teacher since i entered Jean Piaget System inc.  It's been 3 years since i graduated from that school. I can still remember the time when she was the one handling our Civics subject. There was once an activity at school where she introduced herself, she said she aspires to be a mother and a good wife-- and that was when she wasnt married yet. Somehow, the line stayed in my head for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, she took grasp of her dream on becoming a wife. A year ago (2008), The news spread around that she was pregnant of her first baby! Remembering the line she said, i realized that her goals in life are coming true, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, when she had her check up, they've discovered that she had a cyst inside her ovary together with the baby. She might be a possible candidate for cancer. She underwent operation while the baby is still inside. She succesfully gave birth to a baby boy. But the worst happened. Somehow, cancer cells from the cyst leaked out, speading slowly all over he body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, they've discovered that she is already in the 4th stage of her sickness and it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting myself in her shoes, Seeing my end. The people around me, the world about to vanish... The woste part is, I know it's coming and it's fast approaching, yet i cant run away from it. No matter how force i put unto my feet, Still i cannot move. I took grasp of my dream yet, the next minute, it crumbled into peices, No, i am the one who is crumbling and will soon fade. Should i just loose hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxXxXxXxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she got back from Polomolok, we visited her in the hospital together with my past classmates and schoolmates. What we saw shocked us, She was really thin, and her stomach was really big, you can see how weak she is. She can hardly speak. We were with my mom that time, and we offered Miss Cel our prayers. Her husband was embracing her. My mom asked what she'd want, and my teacher whispered back with a smile "I want to be saved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxXxXxXxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, my mom woke me up early and told me that she passed away. Should i feel relieved for can no longer feel any pain or should i grieve over it. A loved one, a person who changed the ruite of my life is no longer in the same world as i am, but now in a world where eternal happiness exists. It's very complicated. Her husband was still very thankful that she left him a part of her: Thirdy Sioco, their first born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-7640265583580780042?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/7640265583580780042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-seeing-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7640265583580780042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7640265583580780042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-seeing-end.html' title='Life: Seeing the end'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-360639372246956331</id><published>2009-04-23T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:37:37.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunchyroll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Done your part?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend about a week ago. Let's see... i think it was the 19th of April. One of my crunchyroll pal, Zen-kun, passed away. His cousin PMed me using his account.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Se_tZUWT1SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SGC6PqW45SU/s1600-h/here.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Se_tZUWT1SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SGC6PqW45SU/s320/here.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327737903417382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about quarter to 8:00am. The whether was pretty cold, though it was summer. Then I went straight to the computer and checked crunchyroll. I found 1 new message in my inbox. Well, before you open the whole message, you'll first only a part of it. At first, I thought it was some kind of warning that he'll delete buddies or something... So I didnt think it was some kind of big deal or anything-- and besides, I'm not the type who reads private mails, yet I felt an urged to check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. It says that Zen died in the hospital due to a life-threatening decease he had. I says that the message was sent by his cousin. My heart was thumping really really hard. I thought it was some kind of prank, so I replied:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "That wasnt funny. If it's just some kind of prank, please take it back!"&lt;/span&gt;. Then the messenger replied: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Im sorry, but it's not a joke."&lt;/span&gt; Mom was there inside the room, I felt like I was suffocating. Emotions were flowing through my veins so quickly. He didnt mention any of his problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to our room and I prayed. Then tears suddenly fell from my eyes... It was expected of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and checked out Zen's account, his close friends in CR were crying. It was obvious. The atmosphere went very very gloomy. I was really concerned about his girlfriend... She lost her lover. It was said that he died when he was hospitalized. He slept and never woke up. I PMed his gf and told her that I'll pray for his soul and she should stay strong. I hope that helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxXxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen and I arent really close. I was the one who added him-- about Feb of 2009, i think. He's 18 years old and he's a senior in highschool. He was suppose to graduate this June. In our first chat, we talked about what he'll take in college. He said something about literature courses. Somehow, the thought gave me an idea. "Literature courses, huh? No bad..." He loves to write poems and stories. One time, he sent me this poem that was dedicated to his previous girlfriend. It was really nice, though kinda short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next conversations weren't really much after that, since I became inactive and I didn't have time to chat. There were things I'd want to talk to him about-- Things I want to thank. Yet I lost the opportunity to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I dragged Deedee along with me to buy flowers and offer them on our altar for Zen. I bought 2 white roses, one pink and 6 red. The next day, they were all in full bloom, It looked really nice, especially the pink one. It was a big rose and they looked really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I had a reflection that night--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die when they've already did their part. Like my sister, Alexa, She died within 4 days of breathing nature's air. Within that time, she already did her role in life. Her part was to save mom. Zen's 18, Within 18 years he already did his part. And now he went back home to heaven. Nice, huh? Death isn't something to grieve about, it's something we should be hopeful of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-360639372246956331?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/360639372246956331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/04/done-your-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/360639372246956331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/360639372246956331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/04/done-your-part.html' title='Done your part?'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Se_tZUWT1SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SGC6PqW45SU/s72-c/here.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-720432978287146587</id><published>2009-03-23T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:38:19.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>OMG- water cannons! RUNN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;HAYSKUL DAY (highshool day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;march 22, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up at about 6:00am with my clothes hanged up on a hanger. We had "yellow" as our class' unicolor. It looked pretty nice and I had my clothes ready about 3 days ago. xD *gotta look dashing*-- to the extent that i actually bought a new shirt, since I dont have anything yellow. Anyways, I came to school with the usual uniform *boorrriiinng*. Well, today's our highschoolday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and John Rei and Salve are both representing our class for the search. whoohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Activity: Part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started drastically lame// with no electricity and all. *sigh* so the student-council pres had to yell for everybody to hear. So, we had games first. I acted sick since parlor games are the last thing i'd like do! I'm just not in to it, really. I think its more fun to watch than to be watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera also broke-down in a wrong timing. I was recording their game and it suddenly had a memory-card-error-crapness-- i was only able to take 10 pics and those were before the activity started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nest game was "The ship is sinking". It was the usual and I dont even think it's fun. --the third game was a catching game. Gawd~! A pair has to catch a plastic cellophane filled with water. Believe me, one wrong move and you'll end up being drenched... There were 7 pairs all in all-- 3 pairs are from our class. In the first round 4 pairs lost.. but the outrageous happened. A bunch of guys took the water-in-a-cellophane and started throwing them to the audience (us). Everyone stated running (but i stayed on my seat to keep my cool.lol). Good thing it didnt hit me. But there were victims~ lol. The SC (student council) Pres. doesnt look good at any way. uh oh~ as so as our adviser (Mr. Valdez).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Activity: Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for Mr. and Ms. highschool day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the first part ended, a "go" signal given by the governor, Claire and I immediately changed from our usual uniforms to our "hot" and "spicy" (yellow) free-style.&lt;br /&gt;We had everything ready for our representatives on our lunch break (to the degree that i removed ALL my accessories for her). Not to mention making me run errands, to the extent that I actually went home to get my hat, the hair curler and straightener and a heck of a pair of silver high-heels. I arrived back at school after 30mins of leaving and unfortunately there was no electricity. So, we ended up not using the hair straightener nor the curler (too much for my frustration...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program went by normally, but like I said, there's no electricity. *sigh* the sound system went to waste! But look who's playing the drums... It's mr.desperate, SODA. *wink*. lol. Heck! He was wearing this lame lime-colored girly hat with a pink flower *talk about big turn off*. lol. Anyway, on with the program. Every class' representatives went ramping on the stage, showing off their summer, uniform and semi-formal wears. hah~! and look at that, Sailve and JR aren't bad at all. ~_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the awarding, Salve got the "Best Summer" attire (which we randomly mixed and matched). An then... the surprising happened! JR almost took every award (best summer attire, best in uniform and best in production number). Yeah, yeah. I was shocked! Well, it's not that i'm not rooting for him or anything~ but it was surprising... Very suprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole program wrapped up at about passed 5:00pm-- everything went smoothly. (exept for the water canon balls though). ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-720432978287146587?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/720432978287146587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-water-cannons-runn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/720432978287146587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/720432978287146587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-water-cannons-runn.html' title='OMG- water cannons! RUNN!!'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-7564320092905517228</id><published>2009-03-16T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:38:51.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Coolness Counts! featuring: Ouji Romantica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Only Overly-Self-Conscious Girl in The Family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i care what i wear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh mukang tae naman oh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb47Zwh9haI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nbQwdLv7GYM/s1600-h/duo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb47Zwh9haI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nbQwdLv7GYM/s400/duo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313749924053878178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;OHMIGASH! i should atleast look bonggaciously hot whenever i'm not in my usual school uniform!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;introducing....ME! So, that photo was taken 03-15-09. The dress on the left is Ella's, on the center is Deedee's and on the right is mines. But look who's wearing it all.. haha. Well, they all are my size! So why wonder? lol (ok honestly, I have the same size as Ella and Deedee, the only difference is my height.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I read this manga called &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/page/manga/series/1155/ouji_romantica/"&gt;"Ouji Romantica"&lt;/a&gt; (specifically: ch2). It isn't as good as the other mangas that I've read, but somehow, it gave me the urge to right something down about it. Ok, it really gave me teary eyes when it was about to end but the storyline's pretty lame.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb5Ak2yiUeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A97ZI2O5auQ/s1600-h/ouji_romantica_v01_story2_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb5Ak2yiUeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A97ZI2O5auQ/s320/ouji_romantica_v01_story2_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313755612270711266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb5AkGqw6WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-XqpOrjh6pc/s1600-h/ouji_romantica_v01_story2_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb5AkGqw6WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-XqpOrjh6pc/s320/ouji_romantica_v01_story2_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313755599353211234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one line gave me, somewhat, a "go-signal". Well, as you all know, I want attention and eyes. But when the eyes go on looking at me from head to toe, i go like "this head doesn't suit this body". Dressing up depends on my mood. Sometimes, it's too trendy, sexy with all the blings and glams but sometimes it ends up simple, more like plain. But this manga somehow gave me a newer idea on the field of coolness-- go best on everything! Studies, sports, trend, looks and conduct! -- but i cant do that. Well, it doesn't hurt to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb5ATefSN6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/GLUNedrcSVc/s1600-h/ouji_romantica_v01_story2_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-7564320092905517228?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/7564320092905517228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/coolness-counts-featuring-ouji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7564320092905517228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7564320092905517228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/coolness-counts-featuring-ouji.html' title='Coolness Counts! featuring: Ouji Romantica'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/Sb47Zwh9haI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nbQwdLv7GYM/s72-c/duo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-5955862740344835020</id><published>2009-03-13T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:39:23.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>breakup: in the midst of dieing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(03-13-09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SbopwfDo9nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wO8z5NzcnEk/s1600-h/life.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SbopwfDo9nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wO8z5NzcnEk/s400/life.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312604623384147570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One of my closest friend broke up with her hub after a 2-week long relationship.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too much for a friday-the-13th badluck surprise huh? &lt;/span&gt;The day started cold and dark (literally). It was raining since morning and the highway to school at 7:30 was like the dawn of 5:45. School started as normal, but I went on cleaning the classroom of ours the first hour. Too much out-of-the-blue-things went on happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's call Claire's boo as "Click" (another abominable name from yours trully, hurrah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click* isn't that of a good-looking guy, but he sure is an Ideal-boyfriend type. (i'm so not a pro when it comes to these things, but I sure can tell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started courting for more that two months. Then, they started going out since Feb27,2009. But her reason was because she was pressured by most of us (friends). She never had a bf and surely, she still doesnt know how to handle it. Click is the type of guy who's protective and very sincere (but he's "torpe"). He makes desperate sacrifices for desperate actions. But he's a hopeless-romantic, so-to-say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the point. THEY BROKE UP! I was a hellah big shock for us who knew. They had a "Talk" this morning (03-13-09) and so, we left them. But after 3 mins, they parted and Claire went on running to us, with her eyes all red, covering her face with her hankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked to her about the issue. Deb and I then decided to go to Click* to explain everything and not let him think that everything was just a game. (Truthfully, it was serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the canteen and looked for him, but he wasn't there. We went to the highschool building to there room, and so we found him with his eyes all sore and his nose all red.And so, we went to the canteen. (God! whats with the atmosphere?! With the cold gush of wind and the Grey sky and the weirdest thing is, there was this teary background music from the canteen stereo.) I felt like crying as well. He even lied to us that he just caught some dirt in his eyes. Duhh, a normal person won't be fooled that easily. Ugh... In the end, we didn't know what to tell him but we tried to explain and insisted him that he shouldn't give up and that this isn't just the right time. He kept telling us to go eat, but we declined all the way and said that maybe if we'll leave him, he might jump off the building or try to get hit by a truck on purpose. haha. We made him laugh though. It was great to at least see him smile. We went back to Claire, and she had her smile back thanks to Angelou and everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some things end up broken, but all you need to do is try to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it'll be back to normal as long as all the pieces are in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-5955862740344835020?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/5955862740344835020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakup-in-midst-of-dieing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5955862740344835020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/5955862740344835020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakup-in-midst-of-dieing.html' title='breakup: in the midst of dieing'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SbopwfDo9nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wO8z5NzcnEk/s72-c/life.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-7138998340932553643</id><published>2009-03-10T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:40:12.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>Mishaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(march 10-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day started quite well as usual--along with usual getups and mishaps. Deb, Claire and I went on blabbering about random stuffs the whole hour. Actually, we didn't have class on our first 2 subjects (Tech. Writing &amp;amp; Social Studies) so, we thought that we wouldn't have class on English (Well, the fact that sometime our teacher doesnt actually attend the class). We went to the carinderia where we usually eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya, Alfred (Angelou's boo at that time) called us from afar, saying: we should get back to class, cuz our teacher was there. We thought it was some kind of joke but we did went back to our class anyway--until the man-eating incident happened-- We just happen to loose a "40 ITEM QUIZ"!! Gahhh! My tears were on the edges of my eyes! I just lost a quiz, not to mention, it was the just about subject-grammar agreement. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-7138998340932553643?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/7138998340932553643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/mishaps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7138998340932553643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/7138998340932553643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/03/mishaps.html' title='Mishaps'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-4234333532107447666</id><published>2009-02-28T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:40:54.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'>Pink and Blue smeared White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;February 26 2009 was the all-awaited Junior-Senior promenade (all though, of course freshmen and sophomores dont count.). It was a culture to wear pure-white gowns for the ladies and our traditional barong tagalog for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pshhh... don't you think it sucks to where a white gown on a prom night? Not to mention your partner wears a barong (the last thing you'll need is a cup of coffee and let the guy lay in the middle inside a coffin). I guest may either think he went to wedding. Lame, huh? --- Well, that's what i thought at first at least. When the day came, my classmates and I were waiting at the Gym's entrance as the promenaders started to enter one by one wearing nicely styled gowns (boys dont count, they all look the same. lol)  Others looked like children and some looked like they were the bride's mom, but there were some of my favorables ofcourse... like Ate Jhed's and Ate Faith's gowns that were both perfectly tailored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys looked funny though, not to mention the thugs. They had there shirts tucked in and were walking straight with their chin up. haha--- except &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and his pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking hard what design should I do for my next year's prom. Yeah, my classmates were laughing at me, saying it's still too early to think about that. But there's nothing wrong on thinking ahead, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then assembled outside for their grand entrance some were late and were running on their gowns with the windy effect. haha. like a run-away bride of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, we entered the gym when the rain started pouring, inside were decorated with pink and blue balloons... it was nice and chiq honestly--- not what I expected. Seems as if I looked down. lol. -- then something embarrassing happened... guess? I almost tripped in front. whoa. they were laughing... i saw. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh... I went home at about 4:30pm with Deb, Claire and Gio. It was getting late and it seemed as if the rain might pour again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't wait for the main-event of my 4 yeared highschool life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-4234333532107447666?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/4234333532107447666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-and-blue-smeared-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/4234333532107447666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/4234333532107447666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-and-blue-smeared-white.html' title='Pink and Blue smeared White'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-2187681592876648565</id><published>2009-02-15T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:31:55.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SZbVLrltTcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3g5NAPGmBqs/s1600-h/Picture+011+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SZbVLrltTcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3g5NAPGmBqs/s400/Picture+011+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660007931497922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Who’s your lucky valentine?”&lt;/span&gt; It’s been the whole week’s talked-about-topic: Valentines.Whoooff. Honestly, I really had a bad week before 2009's Valentines day. (not to mention it's a "Friday the 13th" the day before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the catch; since last year (december2008), i've been teased by those 3rd year thug-ish guys to the alleged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 3th hottest guy at school //slash// chick boy (that's what they say, but he isn't my type. TOTALLY NOT!). It gets really annoying and really nerve wracking. Let's hide the guy's name by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Leaf" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(another weird name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(feb 09 2009)&lt;/span&gt; Being tortured by teases from upperclassman thugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Teusday: (feb 10, 2009)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went selling coconuts for our home ec. class and one of Leaf's classmate (who's a friend of mine) took one of my laminated photos hanging on my I.D. I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s suppose to stop her but I had a coconut on my right hand and a big bolo on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the last school bell rung, we went out of the school building unfortunately, those thu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gs were slacking off out in the study area (which is located outside the building). "Pat oh, si Leaf!!" They kept calling my name over and over again and ofcourse, like any other annoyed person would do, I continued walking with my pride up and not looking back until... "...look who this is..." I took a glance and I was like "OMFGROFLMAOBBQWHF?!!". Yes, my picture is being held by the hand of the infamous Leaf. I went to them, banging my feet on the floor and went jumping like crazy and tried to take the picture but at the end..... lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was pouring my anger (due to total upcoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; humiliation and blackmails that I might receive) to them by text massage. The conversation went like hell. "I'll give it back if you agree to be my valentine on the 14th." I was left with my jaws dropped open. "Yeah sure if you get hit by a truck" (no better comebacks, how lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(feb 11 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ooh baby, it's rainin' the whole day! And at the end, I wasnt able to take back anything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Thurday: (feb 12 2009)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;uhh.. so we had this valentines day escapade or whatever the student council calls it but all i could say is that it's the worst day of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They separated the boys from the girls and they made up draw numbers from a box then whichever number corresponds with a certain guy will be the pair for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whole activity. I picked up lucky-guy-#100. (no, clue who that is). My heart was pounding really hard on what was about to happen. Wheeeepphh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SZbVkDiXTLI/AAAAAAAAADY/5fosXn7yvMY/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SZbVkDiXTLI/AAAAAAAAADY/5fosXn7yvMY/s400/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660426676784306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;first surprise game: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-kambal tuko-&lt;/span&gt; it like a 'twister' game but all you have to do is to follow what the host says.It's by pair. for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;numbers 1-10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-the girl's ear on the guys shoulder. at that position, the guy carries the girl- something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;second surprise game:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-tomato dance-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;numbers 80-100&lt;/span&gt;. i was like screaming my head off! It's a game wherein you have to balance the tomato with your faces while dancing. Ugh! good thing I didn't find guy #100 so, i went running like crazy down the stage's stairs. lol. All those screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s and heart-throbbing crazy-ness all went to waste... awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday  (feb 13 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dum-dum-dum-duuum! it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt; ya'll! And honestly, I could say that it's a day with a heck of happenings and shocking revelations. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-gasp- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st:&lt;/span&gt; I gave all the guys in our class red balloons as an early valentines gift from the ever-so-loving  ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2st:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I didnt get my photo...again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd:&lt;/span&gt; Some girl from our cla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;ss said she likes me. (still confirming if its the homo-kind-of-like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went on calling one of the 3rd year thugs gay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *weird nicknames like "Super gay" or "Wonder homo!" "Boy Shokla" Boy Bakling" and whatever superhero lameness we got up on our sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;*  Wahahaha.. That was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th: &lt;/span&gt;Shocks! two of my classmates are going out! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jephunie ♥ Wilmar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of my classmates, who I thought was gay, said he likes me likes-me. I was like OH-EHM-GEEE! I think i counld'nt face him straight in the eyes on monday. grrr.. that'll be a complete insecurity factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6th: &lt;/span&gt;We set-up one high-up guy with a friend.(kuya magonxa and claire) Lol. Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;ssion accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But Claire didn't say yes though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7the:&lt;/span&gt; a bunch of third years (juniors) went hitch-hiking with us on our car. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday (feb 14 2009)&lt;/span&gt;I woke up and took a glance on my cellphone, which was full on HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY messages. Deb, Claire and I were planning to go on a single-ladies' date. lol. But we were quite on the edge. Deb had to go back to school for their english group Oedipus practice and I went to mama Marvie's place for the Valentines with my brother &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sisters. Good thing everything went back to status-right before lunch time. My sister had this Sleepover at our place and a lot of her friends arrived to stay over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "city-tour" went by pretty fun. Deb arrived at our house at about 1:30 and we called up Claire to come. Our first plan was to go dip on the pool but we decided to go mall-hopping on foot instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destination Uno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimsan: &lt;/span&gt;Gooohh! It was totally crowded. Let's say I couldnt breathe. lol. We went to the clothing area to slack off and do craazzzy stuff like trying on clothes and take a picture with it secretly inside the dressing room and say it's part of our trended closet. --lol. PLAN FAILURE! too many people man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEAN'S: &lt;/span&gt;We ate merienda at Sean's snack hauz in front of the cathedral. --Forgot it was a saturday and there was this funeral mass--and everything went awwwwkward. (O_0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NDTC centrum&lt;/span&gt;: The new one! we went to gift shoppes adoring stuff that aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;affordable. lol But it was good. Almost all the shoppes were closed though. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ShangShang: &lt;/span&gt;Next stop's the chinese store across the highway. We were convincing Deb to buy a new cellphone case-- god! her CP looks old and rugged-- no kidding. Well, while she was picking what color or whatever, I went to the makeup and hairstyle area and was able to find this cheap temporary hair coloring wax-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;violet!&lt;/span&gt; Hah! I went home bragging it to my sisters. lol.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIT MART: &lt;/span&gt;waahh! Last stop and my slendah legs are aching! Oh yeah, and Deb wasnt able to buy her case. lol. Well anyway, I bought a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;CANDY MAG 2007&lt;/span&gt; issue. lol. and i read it the whole day. We went up to the shoe area and were trying everything on. The sales lady's face was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call-the-police. &lt;/span&gt;lol. But everything went cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long trip. We took a dip in the pool like let-loose ducks for only an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That was one hott valentines day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-- but the days before it was pretty lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SZbZMIgX5NI/AAAAAAAAADg/Lpl47glL4Yo/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Bye bye!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-2187681592876648565?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/2187681592876648565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown-to-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2187681592876648565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2187681592876648565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown-to-valentine.html' title='Countdown to Valentine'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SZbVLrltTcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3g5NAPGmBqs/s72-c/Picture+011+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-2132351350726580365</id><published>2009-01-15T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:41:35.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Love; not a good reason for suicidal attempts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Don't Kill Yourself Just Because You Have A Broken Heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SW7wcANJLfI/AAAAAAAAADA/qayG1PKvin4/s1600-h/broken_heart-1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SW7wcANJLfI/AAAAAAAAADA/qayG1PKvin4/s400/broken_heart-1823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291430976089042418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. so why the heck have i chosen this as a blog topic? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... let's see... I have this friend who's, of course, falling head over heals in love with her boyfriend (more like ex-).No one declared a permanent break-up thought, but the guy just said some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-so-hurtful stuff. like rejecting her in front of his parents and hers and blaming her for the threat of him-not-going-to-college. I was like "Wow!" " the last time i checked, you two were all lovey-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt;" ugh! Some kind of guy huh? well, how ironic!!! Guy's are just too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pityless&lt;/span&gt;, no?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, frankly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never experience having a guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buuutttt&lt;/span&gt;, i am aware that loosing someone you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; love really hurts like crazy, but surely it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; of a good reason to commit a suicidal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;at attempt&lt;/span&gt;, yes? That's what I've kept telling!!! Young love is just a puppy-love-kind-of-emotion. Merely infatuation. --yes, yes and i mean 'temporary'. Gets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a bf so people might say that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand... but it's the same love, right? Forget and move on... There's a lot of guys there, babe! Just waiting for their turn... A guy from the other side of the world or he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be just right beside you can possibly your 'destined one'. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mean anything about 1 over 100000000000 angled probability status. Chances are, you might end up falling in love all over again may it be with the same person or the other way around. ;P and who said first loves are the best ones? We're all young and beautiful, currents are the best!!! Dont look back... look ahead! xD lolzerz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-2132351350726580365?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/2132351350726580365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-not-good-reason-for-suicidal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2132351350726580365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/2132351350726580365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-not-good-reason-for-suicidal.html' title='Love; not a good reason for suicidal attempts'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SW7wcANJLfI/AAAAAAAAADA/qayG1PKvin4/s72-c/broken_heart-1823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742114228478388515.post-8588485996090907159</id><published>2009-01-13T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:19:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some kind of online diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't really care whether a lot of people reads this lame blog or there's none at all. I don't give a damn even if i hear useless comments or whatsoever. I made this blog for only a few lame-er reasons (1) boredom (2) expressing thoughts (3) memories. oh and btw, how i write here depends on my mood. Sometimes, it may sound like i'm lecturing someone or sometimes i just go over-the-edge-crazy, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Let's cut the slack!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;[getting].[to].[know]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo! this is probably the first entry i made in this blog (well, obviously, no duhh). Anyways, i dunno if its really a good idea to create a blog when it's a week before exams, aye? I know. i know, i'm awesome! lol. ooh yeah! btw, let's go start. (pls excuse my low english. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;uuhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;huhh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;babeyy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;let's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;hear&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;intro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SW25DJTFlvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s8luduVLp3g/s1600-h/patrisj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SW25DJTFlvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s8luduVLp3g/s400/patrisj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291088600916924146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patricia Ysabelle T Griño's the name! born on the 12th of Nov. 1994! (yeah, don't bother asking for my age! try doing math) I'm practically some lame-ful student of an awesome prestigious school called SKSPC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunn wanna say something about my attitude cuz it constantly changes anyway, so let's not bother, k? I got lotsa friends... yeah yeah~ i can get along with a lot of people when you get to know me. First empressions, well let's say... all of em are down-right-negatives.. GAHHHH for pete's sake! xD yes, yes, people say that i have that "im-the-queen-of-the-world" look in every first glances. but they end up calling me "their-personal-slave".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-sigh-. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i'm very very concieted. yeah yeah, All Hail Patricia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people say that I'm pretty much dense and too trustworthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(lol. not in a braggy way..) and I end up being played with and get tricked. But heyy, i go with the flow and end up playing pretend.. yeah, and i mean acting dumb. Yes, yes, i am actually aware of stupid statements that people say so you dunn have to go here and say "..its because you're too easy to get". well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*lawls* imma just end up grinning with an unfaithful grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;OHMIGASH! look! the pretty girl doesn't have a bf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well "ohmigash" back at ya~! honestly, I'm the only one left in our elementary batch WITH OUT a so-called "guy". ahahaha... yeah yeah~ my vergin heart. lawls//" studies first!" that's what dad says. And dad's words are all absolute. uhuh! too good, aren't i? But i'm really hoping to fall inlove in the near/or further future and find mr. Right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ahaii too cliche-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;MORE ABOUT ME ON FUTURE BLOG ENTRIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, check other blogs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742114228478388515-8588485996090907159?l=lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/feeds/8588485996090907159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-kind-of-online-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8588485996090907159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742114228478388515/posts/default/8588485996090907159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-on-edge.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-kind-of-online-diary.html' title='some kind of online diary...'/><author><name>Ciael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00794461168606177215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SxPBBjm31yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BE6X5UDTNFo/S220/IMG_6136+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQqUTj4dEfM/SW25DJTFlvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s8luduVLp3g/s72-c/patrisj.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
