<?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-6652494151751467585</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:26:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of Charm. :))</title><subtitle type='html'>My own personal online journal. Save mother Earth, make a blog rather than writing in a diary. :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-2630259986349245232</id><published>2010-10-15T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:01:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for a second,</title><content type='html'>can I pretend that I don't care?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I even bother but I can't help but get anxious. You're in a sleepover with three girls. I mean, three gorgeous girls. Gorgeous to the point that I can't even dare to stand next to them or I'll drown in my own insecurities. Okay, sorry. I don't doubt you or your self-control... but being with them for a night... I could picture a lot of images in my mind right now. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Guess I'll just watch some movies and distract myself. If he's having fun there... I would too, in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I can't seem to understand why he's having fun without me. Uhm. I mean, so much fun than if we're together. Is it really that boring when we're together? Am I the only one having fun then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TOLD MYSELF I'LL DISTRACT ME. OKAY. I AM DOING IT NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I'm currently finding a way to watch the latest episode of Glee. I downloaded it last night but it wont play in either DivX or Windows Media Player. Great. Really great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wasn't really good for me. I forgot my violet pen, which is what I'm using for the reviewer so there's no continuity there anymore. Then, I forgot my lunch box at school, which is totally cool by the way. I got a very passive score in PE. I studied so hard but look what I got. 85. Gosh, it does suck to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. That's life. If today wasn't good, then maybe tomorrow is. I am thinking positive right now. :) Guess I just have to be really optimistic and be in a good mood so I won't mess things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I read Abby's post a while ago about people who have big eyes. Lol. And my friends said I have bigger eyes compared to Abby's. Guess I shouldn't be regretful of my eyes anymore. Azielle and Gilliane told me the other day that girls with big eyes are more beautiful. Especially if they have long and thick lashes. Guess what? I have those too. :D Actually, Gill told me that a while ago too. Now, Sir Glenn told Mendel that the big eyes are the most expressive eyes among all. So they're beautiful. That made me smile. At least, some people appreciate big-eyes people like us. :) That made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm currently watching You Don't Mess With The Zohan now. And maybe Bedtime Stories later. Adam Sandler much? :))) He's just too funny to resist. Bedtime Stories was fun. The kids were adorable! And I had a lot of fun watching it. The movie was funny and great and... oh well, just watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but these days, I've been pretty crabby. Even to my little brother. I thought of a lot of negative things and I'm being emo, I guess. But why? I just don't understand. I could hear the quiet sobs of my brother and it torments me. What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to figure it out. This isn't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-2630259986349245232?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2630259986349245232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-for-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2630259986349245232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2630259986349245232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-for-second.html' title='Just for a second,'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5925965275778117748</id><published>2010-10-13T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:09:03.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't be serious.</title><content type='html'>That friggin' toothbrush is killing me. Isn't there someone else it can torture? Srsly. Why me? I still have to do this assignment in Filipino and study for a seatwork tomorrow, and for quizzes in AP and Math. But thanks to that... thing, I can't do them yet. I'm stuck here in front of the stove trying to make it bend, but it wont let me. How stubborn could a toothbrush get?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Hellcats and Glee on the TV, hell, I really can't finish the things I need to do. Hahaha. Good luck to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered Aldwin and my classmates. They made him blow a balloon with powder inside. They advised him not to inhale it, or he will inhale the powder. And so he didn't. Then the balloon popped. It sprayed not only powder on Katrina and CJ tho. There were saliva. :)))) Obviously, Aldwin's saliva. I was like... "What is air?!" Because I really can't breathe. They were making me laugh so hard I can barely say a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're teasing Katrina a while ago. Since the saliva sprayed all on to her and to my chair, she sort of kissed Aldwin indirectly. First all-over kiss. :)))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh. What next? We've got ourselves a new bitch. And I mean, HBIC. Like totally irritating-to-death-how-dare-you-say-that-HBIC. Who knew Regina Sparks had a sister in DLA? I wish we had been warned. Lawd. There must be a sign... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't aggravate. Deadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At least, we would know. Ugh. Can't stand to be near that bitch again. Freaks the living shit out of me, srsly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Enough with that... Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm currently defining some terms that you don't usually encounter in your daily life or even in your Filipino books. Why is Florante and Laura so hard to understand? Last year, I was able to comprehend Ibong Adarna... but why am I having difficulties with this story? Is it really &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; deep? Well, yeah, it is. But still. I shouldn't feel so bored and uninterested with this. Or maybe it really is. Whtevs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we went to Computer class, I was currently singing Jeepney Love Story. It was good. The lyrics and tone were. You should listen to it. Or do you want me to sing it for you? Brace yourself! Make sure you have your umbrella with you. Okay, you ready? Ehem. Ehem. &lt;i&gt;"Ayoko nang pumara kahit san mapunta. Ayoko nang pumara kung ikaw ang kasama. Ayoko nang pumara, ayoko nang pumara, ayoko na. Aaaaah! Ayoko nang pumara kahit san pa lumiko. Ayoko nang pumara sana di na huminto. Ayoko nang pumara. Ayoko nang pumara. Basta't ikaw ang kasama."&lt;/i&gt; Okay. Sorry for that. I ain't sure about the lyrics, huh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently watching Glee right now. And I am freakin' hungry. Oh, that's an understatement. It should be starving. I just ate fried chicken and fried rice for dinner and some chips and softdrinks a while ago, but hell, I'm still starving. I dunno what's wrong with me again these days. But all I know is that I tend to get hungry easily. Is that a bad thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Glee's finish. I might as well go. Today wasn't boring, mind you. :) Thanks to my friends and to the funny Fleming people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5925965275778117748?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5925965275778117748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-cant-be-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5925965275778117748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5925965275778117748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-cant-be-serious.html' title='You can&apos;t be serious.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4469414403923577383</id><published>2010-10-10T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:03:46.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10. 10. 10.</title><content type='html'>God, I missed blogging here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I abandoned blogging. I never did. I had two blogs, this, and Tumblr. But since Tumblr is getting too crowded, in a way that almost everyone from our school has one... I guess it's time to get back here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I left blogspot is because people from our school dicovered it and started blogging. You should go see my affiliates. But then again, they heard about Tumblr and it's not good blogging too much stuff there anymore. Too much stuff = personal thoughts from my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least if I spill my thoughts here, I wouldn't worry if someone read it. Cause evidently, nobody does. :)) But if there really is someone reading this, whoever you are, may God bless you. If you're not a Catholic or anything close tho, I'm sorry but still, thank you. If I'm starting to flood your mind with my rants and my reactions about everything under the sun... well, I'm sorry. I don't have any journal because I'm lazy laek that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway. Here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's the tenth day of the tenth month in the tenth year. 1o much? And guess what? It's our monthsary today. I really want this day to be amazing since it's you know, all ten. And I'll be waiting for 10:10:10 tonight for me to make a wish since I missed the morning version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't know what to do. I've been thinking of possible ways to make this day worthwhile like cooking a real viand for the first time or doing the chores or trying my luck in baking but... we don't have anything to bake here, our viand's already been cooked, and the chores are all done. What am I going to do now? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this brilliant idea got into my head. How about going on a date? But... I don't know how the hell I can talk to him and where will we go? What will we do? If we'll watch something, what will we watch that he hasn't watched yet? Ugh. Why am I a sucker for these things? I just want to be with him, in any way possible. But with my parents being strict like yeah and I still haven't thought of a good excuse to be away in a Sunday and the worst, I haven't talked to him yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he busy today? Is he doing absolutely nothing like I am? But he's not online. Maybe he's somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. I've been talking about him the whole time. But there's nothing to talk about more than that. My day, just like yesterday, is lame as ever. I'm stuck here at home in front of a computer basically problematic on what to do with my life. How worse could this still be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they said today was doomsday. *buzzer for wrong answer* They're wrong again. Life still goes on. Another doomsday to confirm, 2012. Though I hardly believe the world is ending at Dec. 21, 2012. Hardly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, do you have old toothbrushes? :) Lol. What a lame question. But srsly, we need it for a project. The ones without rubber and probably cheap. We need OLD and I really mean old and used toothbrushes for that project. We're gonna turn them into bracelets. So, if you happen to have one, do you mind giving them to me? We need them tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sht. I still have to remind my groupmates about it. Better go ahead and write on their walls, or maybe make some calls before it gets too late. So, I'll be back to finish this, k? K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. Hahaha. I don't know what I can add to this. So I guess that's all for now. If I have things to add, then I'll update this later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't promise you guys that I'll post everyday or every other day. But I swear to you, you'd be filled with thoughts of mine. That I know for sure. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-4469414403923577383?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4469414403923577383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-10-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4469414403923577383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4469414403923577383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-10-10.html' title='10. 10. 10.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8592945444632639853</id><published>2010-05-17T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:06:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine, fresh, fierce. We got it on lock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Now Playing: California Gurls - Katy Perry feat. Snoop Dogg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening folks! :) Today is Tita Baby's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7 wondering why I woke up so early. So I went to sleep and woke up at 8:47, I guess. I'm not so sure about the time. All I know is that in a couple of minutes, it's going to be 9:00am. What's with that time? I am supposed to get ready and wait for my Tita so that we could go to my school and get CJ's books and buy his PE uniform. But because I used the computer and enjoyed using Tumblr and Facebook, as usual, I was late. :))) I think it was already 9:30 or 9:40 when I turned it off to take a bath. After preparing, my brother and I went to my other Tita's house to get something from Ate Abbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to school. I got his 4 books and 2 notebooks and the brown bag from DLA. Nice, I still got my green bag and maybe, I'll have two now. &lt;i&gt;Wow, collection?&lt;/i&gt; Then we bought a PE uniform for him. I even saw Erikha and Ira there. :D Anyway, the one we bought for him were the smallest size but still, they look big on him. I bet it feels baggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM Molino after. I bought some stuff in Watsons, ate ice cream and went to a phone technician. Now my phone's fixed! \:D/ I'm planning to put songs in it again, and never use the phone memory for texts again. Yeah, lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and slept for about 3 or 4 hours, longest ever for the whole summer. Cause I just slept in the afternoon twice. :)))) Chatted with my mom, and went to my Tita to greet her a Happy Birthday. Got invited to dinner, and went. Drinked milk, showered and now currently chatting with my dad. That's how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll end this one now. Good night guys! Thanks for reading! :-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8592945444632639853?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8592945444632639853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/fine-fresh-fierce-we-got-it-on-lock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8592945444632639853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8592945444632639853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/fine-fresh-fierce-we-got-it-on-lock.html' title='Fine, fresh, fierce. We got it on lock.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1204471840577715495</id><published>2010-05-14T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:09:01.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I never find and I'm left behind?</title><content type='html'>Today is such a boring day. And I still have drafts to fill. :| Sorry for being too busy for you Blogger. I really miss typing long posts but I don't have things to say... so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lyrics are some kind of true. HAHA. I am really left behind with all this blogging thing. I'm so sorry Blogger. Maybe I'll be back... tomorrow or later, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1204471840577715495?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1204471840577715495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if-i-never-find-and-im-left-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1204471840577715495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1204471840577715495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if-i-never-find-and-im-left-behind.html' title='What if I never find and I&apos;m left behind?'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6835037630096492668</id><published>2010-05-11T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:07:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even a thousand miles can't keep us apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause my heart is wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELECTION DAY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ninoy is leading... HAHAHA. Draft lang to eh, I forgot what I was doing that day. Except that my dad made me look like a Comelec personnel cause I'm always updatin' him with the leading presidents and vice presidents. :)))))) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I going to say here? Probably just end this fuggin' draft again. Hmm. So congratulations to Noynoy and Jejomar for winning those two highest positions and I hope they are the change we are waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6835037630096492668?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6835037630096492668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/even-thousand-miles-cant-keep-us-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6835037630096492668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6835037630096492668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/even-thousand-miles-cant-keep-us-apart.html' title='Even a thousand miles can&apos;t keep us apart.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8889814860710238487</id><published>2010-05-09T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:46:27.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna be with you.</title><content type='html'>I woke up and told myself we should go to church. But church masses are over. And it's late morning already. Bummer. :| I greeted my grandma Happy Mother's Day then called my mom. She was still asleep and I kind of woke her up. Me and CJ greeted her both and said goodbye. I know she's tired and the longer I talk to her, the more she wakes up. She might not be able to sleep again. Then I called my grandmother in Isabela, Inno. I greeted her and asked her how're things and everything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the mothers out there, I want to greet you a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER's DAY&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for all the love, care, appreciation, affection and support you have given your children. Thank you for always being their for your children whenever they need you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Happy Mother's Day again. How many times have I greeted you? :))) I just really want to thank you for everything, I mean everything, really, you've done to me. All the sacrifices and stuff. I know being away from me and my brother is hard for both of you primarily because you're not here to see us grow up and to guide us as we grow up. But regardless, we are still thankful. Thank you for being lovable, caring, supportive and for always being there for me whenever I need you. Especially when it comes to clothes to wear. :D Whenever I need you, you're just a call away. And sorry for all the things I've done that hurt you. Sorry for being so hard-headed everytime. I know you hate it when I'm so stubborn but you still deal with me anyway. And sorry for disobeying you at times. I really hope you enjoy your day and God bless always. I love you mom. No matter what happens, I will still do. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother accidentally played a HSM3 song in my iTunes while I was getting something to eat from the fridge when I woke up. Maybe he just clicked it accidentally and started dancing. Well the song was, A Night To Remember. Then I decided to listen to all of them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, the song Can I Have This Dance still has an effect on me. Like, I really feel in love whenever I hear it. So yeah. :)) So I thought of watching that particular part in YouTube. I even watched the I Want It All part. Ashley is really awesome. And whenever it's her part/song, it's always grand and fabulous. If I compare all of her numbers, I still like the part when she sang Fabulous in their country club for HSM2. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, enough with the HSM talk. I know a lot of people hate it but I don't. I just love the songs even if the story is a bit predictable. Deal with it. I'm not a big fan anyway. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exactly just one hour, he'll be celebrating his fifteenth bithday and the Filipinos 18 and above will vote the candidates they think will be bringing the change we've all been wanting and wishing for a long time. I saw this in Plurk and the credits all go to the person who plurked it. It said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Vote &lt;u&gt;WISELY&lt;/u&gt;. Ilang taon na yang tumaktakbo hindi pa rin nananalo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I agree. Kasi kung nanalo na si Wisely, panigurado hindi tayo 1st/2nd sa mga corrupt contries in the world at nababawasan na ang mga mahihirap at nag-aabroad dahil sa kawalan ng trabaho. Okay, so Taglish na yung post ko. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the election talk. I, myself, get tired of talking and hearing all about candidates wherever I go. I always here a campain song for a candidate even at home. So I am really tired of it. But of course, people need to think it over for a lot of times because of course, their decisions, I mean votes, would change our country. Either positively, or negatively. Only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What else? I watched Alvin and the Chipmunks The Squeakquel today. It was very cuuuuuute! It kind of drove me away from all the pressure here inside the house. That's what I like with animated films and cartoons. I know I will never be too old for them. I guess no matter how old I am, I would always find myself watching them. They don't just entertain and make the viewers - either kids or adults - laugh. They also teach us lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins, aunts and uncles came over to our house today. We don't have a party or something. They just visited us. :) So the first ones to come were Tito Romy, Tita Tina, Kuya Romeo and Kuya Ches. They brought us fruits from Tagaytay. And they're sooooooo delicious! It's obviously because they're from Tagaytay and we all know the climate is cold there and it's good for fruits. :D So yeah, they would really be delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few chitchats and ate some of the fruits. They brought pineapple and jackfruit. And we also ate the watermelon from the fridge. We weren't able to consume it all yesterday. Then they left and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more hours after that, Tito Rolly, Tita Cora and Ate Abbie came. They rode on the newly-bought jeepney of Ate Abbie and Kuya Jeff. Then Ate Marissa, Kuya Russel and Sean came too. So we just talked and talked and talked. We also laughed a lot. Well, my brother and Sean's kiddie fight for a chair was funny. It wasn't just that. We laughed on a lot of things. :))) You know, they're all just fun-to-be-with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw and talked to Ate Djoanna too. I think she's going back to Baclaran or something. She kind of joked me with her questions. She was asking me when is his birthday. Like she doesn't even know it! :DD She even asked me about IT. Well, it's a secret that I choose not to tell. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm kind of sleepy already. Lol. So since I'm not voting and I still couldn't help with the voting process cause I'm underage, all I could do is to tell everyone to weigh their options not by who is the most famous but with who they think could do something, change something and develop our country to a better one. The one who proved his/her propaganda and did something that really helped our country. The one you're sure could handle the responsibility for the position they're running at. In short, VOTE WISELY. And this time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;let it win&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:"&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/6652494151751467585-8889814860710238487?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8889814860710238487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-wanna-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8889814860710238487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8889814860710238487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-wanna-be-with-you.html' title='I just wanna be with you.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5009044875467972465</id><published>2010-05-07T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:26:05.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen boy, my first love story. ♥</title><content type='html'>Now Playing: Oh My Gosh - Usher ft. Will.I.Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a playlist in my iTunes containing only that song and I just keep on repeating it. I just want to listen to it again and again and again. The song is really cute, even the lyrics are fab. &lt;i&gt;You got me like oh my gosh, so in love, I found you finally.&lt;/i&gt; Yeah, I'm singing it. And I added another song. It's Gee by SNSD. Love the video. I just heard the song and watched the mv yesterday and I almost memorize some of the parts. Especially the endings. :)) But of course, I couldn't understand most of it because it's Korean. All I know is that the girls are mannequins and the boutique's owner who is a man is about to close his shop. After he left, the girls turned into human and they're telling they're love story. And at the end of the video, they leave the boutique because they didn't turn into mannequins again. I'm not sure if this is really the meaning of the video but that's how I interpret it. Watch it yourself so you would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;feature=fvst" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Genie - SNSD. The other DC members performed it during the Outreach Program. I'm supposed to be a part of them but I quitted. So yeah, the steps were the same as the video only they were much more graceful compared to us. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening by the way. So today is extremely fun! I tell you. Though I really feel sad about one thing. But anyway, let's look on the brighter side of this day. &lt;b&gt;My brother passed the entrance exam&lt;/b&gt; and was already enrolled. The only thing I should worry about is our uniforms, books, requirements and my locker. So I would be coming to school for two different days. On 17 and 20/21. HMMM? Next next week would be pretty hectic. I'm also thinking of joining my brother in his first day on June 9. It's still a tentative date according to the lady from the Registrar's office. We'll probably have our first day on June 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening, not actually watching Wowowee when we got home from school. I think it was Mariel who said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Mahirap maging nanay."&lt;/span&gt; and then I added, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Mas mahirap ang walang nanay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:))) So yeah, I just wanted to share that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had so much fun with CJ, Ate Abbie and Kuya Macky. It wasn't a serious drive from home to school to SM and back home. It was kind of a joyride. I laughed a lot and ate a lot. I really enjoyed my burger steak (from Jollibee). It's actually my first time to eat it. And it was totally delish! I think the mushroom sauce was responsible for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else? I think I'm sleepy... or not. XD But I want to turn off my laptop anyway. While it's on, I couldn't sleep. I've been sleeping very late, or too early, like 12-2am for a couple of days in a row now. And I always woke up early those days. So I really need a long good night sleep. So I better end it right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! *wave*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5009044875467972465?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5009044875467972465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/listen-boy-my-first-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5009044875467972465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5009044875467972465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/listen-boy-my-first-love-story.html' title='Listen boy, my first love story. ♥'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8286592816158076871</id><published>2010-05-06T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:29:26.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about stupidity.</title><content type='html'>Ow-kay. I'm not in the good mood so expect my words to be, you know, a bit unpleasant or something. But I still want to blog. This is the place I can totally express what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's supposed to be a good one but... :| I don't know if it's right to share this but I just don't have anyone to share this with. I couldn't tell this to the people here in the house but I don't have any other people near to talk to. So... it leaves me with no option, but my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;So there's someone who's calling the house and I don't know who it is. Then someone called me in my phone and I was able to talk with that person. The problem is, he wouldn't tell me if he was that caller or not. He was like mumbling something and I totally have no idea what that meant. My grandma asked me who I was talking with. I told her it was a schoolmate of mine. And my sentence ended with a, "Kulit kasi." Maybe he thought I was referring to me cause he said, "Sakit naman nun." OHYEAH. I don't know if I'm still typing the exact words... But that's what the statements mean. And I was asking him if he was the prank caller and he was mumbling again. Now, I'm irritated. Because a couple of days ago, he called and I really wanted to talk to him but he wasn't even saying something. He was whispering. And I got a bit pissed because I really want to talk to him again but he's like that and we weren't even able to talk properly. So I raised my voice and I was really pissed off now. I told him what the mumbling means, if it was a yes or a no. But he still didn't answer. So I told him "Bahala ka na nga." and turned the call off. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it's my fault. And ending the call even made it worst. :(( How stupid of me to do that. :| x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good evening to all of you guys who are having a good time and enjoy it. I don't want to ruin your night with my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to school lately and I was already enrolled. My brother is scheduled to take his entrance exam tomorrow and I hope he passes. Good night everyone. I don't know what else to say. Sorry for this lame and emotional post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to sleep so I went online again. And guess what? He said sorry - even though I'm the one who turned the call off... :| - and it even made me more guilty and I said sorry too for being too &lt;i&gt;mataray&lt;/i&gt;. So it's peace already. :D And he was the prank caller. :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8286592816158076871?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8286592816158076871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/talk-about-stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8286592816158076871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8286592816158076871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/talk-about-stupidity.html' title='Talk about stupidity.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3184470364792407044</id><published>2010-05-05T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:21:30.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want to be alone tonight in this planet they call earth.</title><content type='html'>DRAFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight guys. Dozing off... ZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to edit this tomorrow. For sure, tomorrow would be a very busy day. And with my phone being antique and all. Well, not that old actually. But it has no cam and it's not colored. Technically, it's not my phone but my grandma's. I traded with her cause she doesn't use it and apparently, I really need to use my phone but unfortunately, it's broken. So yeah. You get the picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Edited. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Step Up 2 The Streets last night. Just like the first one, it was great too. I really admire the way they move. :D I wish I could dance like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHSHT. I just mentioned dancing. Why does every topic remind me of him? :| Okay, next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched last night. And my parents' internet connection was fixed and we could chat again. They told me to enroll myself today and to process my brother's entrance examination. So he's scheduled tomorrow. Wish him the best of luck. I hope he passes. *crossfingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should I say? HMMMM. I was really bored yesterday so I didn't do anything that I could put here. I was just playing Hotel City then going offline and going online again. And the cycle goes on and on. Well of course I eat and watch and sleep. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Good night. I am boring you already. Enough of this sheet. Thanks for reading, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-3184470364792407044?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3184470364792407044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-want-to-be-alone-tonight-in-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3184470364792407044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3184470364792407044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-want-to-be-alone-tonight-in-this.html' title='Don&apos;t want to be alone tonight in this planet they call earth.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-811415450279026070</id><published>2010-05-04T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:45:01.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a bucket full of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups of Hope&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of Tenderness&lt;br /&gt;5 cups of Love&lt;br /&gt;4 cups of Faith&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. of Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;1 barrel of Laughter&lt;br /&gt;6 tbsp. of Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;2 certain Person&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procedure:&lt;/b&gt; Take Love &amp;amp; Loyalty, mix it, good with Faith; blend with Tenderness and Forgiveness, Kindness and Understanding. Add Friendship and Hope. Sprinkle with laughter. Bake it in sunshine and serve to two Deserving Persons.&lt;br /&gt;(via Tumblr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days left before the due date of our water bill. :)) I found myself dumbstruck that I broadcasted that. Oh, silly me. Good evening btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a copycat. I'm pretty sure That got it from me. IDC. Well, as long as I know that I'm the original, it doesn't matter anymore. I don't wanna make a big deal out of the whole COOL statement. We're cool, aren't we? ;) And it's just a few words to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this recipe. I salute the one who made that. REALLY! That's the reason I want to be a chef someday. Hahaha. I want to be a lawyer, a flight stewardess (now this one's impossible), interior designer, now a chef? I'll figure out what I really want maybe when I get older. Like, when I'm graduating. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I supposed to say? Oh. I remembered something. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. :"&gt; And he made my day. It was just a few glances but... those mean a lot to me. I saw him wearing a gray graphical shirt. Or was it a statement shirt? I wasn't sure. I wasn't looking at the shirt, for crying out loud! I was looking at his face. And. I. Melted. :"&gt; They were practicing this dance. And their song was Whatcha Say. AWWW. And they're steps were kind of taken from the video from So You Think You Can Dance. I guess. I'm not really sure but the steps that I saw were identical, I mean, they're the same. Maybe it's a remix, anyway. They love to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I was able to stop my legs from running to him. YUCK. WHAT THE HELL AM I TYPING HERE?! :o I swear I didn't mean to put that. Lol. Okay. Next topic. I might type something I will regret in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We inquired for my brother. I think he's going to study in my school too. Not sure. With my parents, things could change even for a day. ;) But I am definitely going to that school, no doubt. No plans of transferring at all! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy. Now that I saw him, I'm starting to miss him much more... :| And it sucks. I just want to see him so bad it might kill me. Well, I was exaggerating at that part. I wouldn't kill myself. I'm not that violent. x)) I hope they perform that dance to us when we have classes. I would be very happy if they'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period. Potamasakitsiya. Like, PMS, weirdo. Bendita mode. I love my brother in that video. Wanna see it? Check my FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I feel... melted. =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-811415450279026070?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/811415450279026070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/ingredients-3-cups-of-hope-2-cups-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/811415450279026070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/811415450279026070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/ingredients-3-cups-of-hope-2-cups-of.html' title='I&apos;ve got a bucket full of love.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4445159538029450886</id><published>2010-05-02T22:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:53:14.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's so many ways to love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I caught the disease called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smallestisis&lt;/span&gt;. The smallest font size, the better. :)) Whatever. I just don't know what's enchanting with this font size. And readers could copy and paste this to their word and tweak a little with the font size then they'll be reading this easily. But it's just cute for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD EVENING PPL! I am so into this smalletisis disease. I hope it's not contagious. :)  So what's up for this day? I forgot to update my May 01 - Labor Day post and I was about to continue making the draft today. But I failed. :( So I just posted this smalletisis thing. Wahaha. I just so love this font size. I hope you don't have any problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pimple in my forehead, it's in my scalp actually. :)))) Good thing it's covered with my not-so-long hair. XD OMG this just sounds funny. Don't you think? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I JUST WANT TO GET AWAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using ALL CAPS! Yey! -- I was saying that but really I'm like "Yeaaah. I just dunno what to say." Lol. I'm lost for words. All I could think about is Him.Him.Him. Scratch that. ;) Bakamatuwasiyamasyadopagnakitanyato. :)) As if he even reads my blog. I don't even know if he knows I have one. But truth be told, I miss him so much. No need frost it more with sweeter and deeper words. It sounds perfect when it's plain and straightforward. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lovelovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my old URL in friendster tuloy. I guess it's still my URL in my main account. -- lovelovelove26 I'm sure it's something like that or close. But anyway, I'm not active in FS anymore. Maybe I've been inactive for a year already? I just don't find it entertaining anymore. My new fave sites are FB, Twitter, Tumblr, Fspring. Plurk is not my fave anymore too. It's a bit boring there kasi. YUCK. Conyo. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you something. I had a great time doing this in Scribbler. I'm about to spell it SCRIBBLR. Parang Tumblr lang eh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S-BAa1F9YyI/AAAAAAAAACk/wdN3RxlNJFA/s1600/scribbler.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S-BAa1F9YyI/AAAAAAAAACk/wdN3RxlNJFA/s320/scribbler.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467440777300632354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next disease I'll be catching is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;vowelitis&lt;/span&gt;. :)) I ain't gonna use vowels with mah words. Guess what kind of language is this.. SLEYNG. Kidding. That should be slang, man. XD Anyway, if you want/love to doodle but don't want to do it on a piece of paper, y'know, save mother earth blablabla, why don't you do it there? Here's the link. Click &lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/scribblertoo" target="_blank"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/" target="_blank"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. There you go! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe that's all for today. Tumblr is rea-ly slooooooooow. o_o :|&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/6652494151751467585-4445159538029450886?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4445159538029450886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-caught-disease-called-smallestisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4445159538029450886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4445159538029450886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-caught-disease-called-smallestisis.html' title='There&apos;s so many ways to love you'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S-BAa1F9YyI/AAAAAAAAACk/wdN3RxlNJFA/s72-c/scribbler.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-7186605347351097191</id><published>2010-05-01T13:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:02:43.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know love isn't painless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's worth the risk, worth the fight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon. HAHA. I am sooooo inactive! x_x My blog is sooo boring already. I am so sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Labor Day people!&lt;/span&gt; Pay tribute to people who work hard just to earn money and be able to eat delish foods. While we, the fortunate ones, just sit back, relax and waste the money our parents worked hard for. Just had to say this. Cause I'm actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hmm? What can I say? I forgot to update this post yesterday evening so I'm posting what happened today. I couldn't remember last night's events. Or I don't want to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a meanie. &lt;b&gt;Don't ask why!&lt;/b&gt; ;) Anyway, I watched 2 awesome movies today. I Am Legend and Catch &amp;amp; Release. As usual, they're movies from the last few years and I'm late again. XD I Am Legend was great. But it was scary too. What if that happens now at our time? It's very difficult and people that are infected could kill their loved ones. And for sure they won't know it. SPOILER AHEAD. T'was great that the doctor was successful with his cure. But the way he knew it was not right. He should've discovered it earlier. His plan was successful afterall. His sacrifice proved that he is really noble. And maybe those monsters would be restored to normal after the cure being discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch &amp;amp; Release was a love story again. Maybe it could be considered as a chick flick. :)) Anyway, it's about a girl who lost his fiance the day before their wedding. And she discovers things that the man has been keeping from her. The ending: She falls in love with his fiance's friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about &lt;s&gt;rotating brownout&lt;/s&gt;. Ugh. I so hate it! This morning, I woke up and the power were off. I woke up with drenched in sweat like I've been running around our subdivision for like 100 times?! That made my day. And yes, I am being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened that night? OH! I watched The Back-Up Plan too. :) It was funny and all that. Lol. Jennifer Lopez's movies are really a must-watch. :-bd Two thumbs up! And the ending was funny too. I'm like, "O_O Another baby?" =)))) Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMM? Now I'm lost for words. I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll watch another movie.. The Longest Yard maybe? I don't know. But since I'm watching online, I sure have a lot of movies to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night for now people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#latepost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-7186605347351097191?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7186605347351097191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-i-know-love-isnt-painless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7186605347351097191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7186605347351097191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-i-know-love-isnt-painless.html' title='Now I know love isn&apos;t painless'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1487325992979770106</id><published>2010-04-19T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:32:47.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should've seen the signs.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon Blog. I was inactive again. I was so tired from the trip last Saturday that it took me the whole Sunday recharging. But I am back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Batangas, baby. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 4:00am, &lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt; and ate breakfast. I took a hot bath and dressed up. It was a surprise that I didn't felt cold though I'm only wearing shirt and shorts. I was thinking that the whole ride would be bumpy and hot. Because my uncle's van has no aircon. He said it was broken. And it's summer, sure it would be one hell of a trip going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was right. I took the backseat, near the luggage and had the window beside me widely opened. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sooooooo hot&lt;/span&gt;! But yes, it was so windy too. When we're zooming, it's windy. But when it's traffic, it's irritatingly hot and the smoke comes into your face... Especially at me, I'm at the back and there are cars on the other side of the road. :| So that's much of it. But I was able to sleep a bit, thank goodness, and escape that scenario for some minutes. I wasn't sure how long I slept. Honestly, I find it hard to doze off. I just close my eyes, but I still wasn't sleeping. I am aware of everything. But after I don't know how long, I would just wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the destination after three hours. It was totally freakin' hot there. We chose to rest in Tita's house. There was a kubo there, and it's not as hot as the other houses there. It was so irritating because you get sweaty all at once. You don't want to sweat all over your shirt... Considering the smell and everything, and take note, you will meet your relatives. You couldn't risk smelling bad to them. :)))) So I brought a lot of shirts so I could change when I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a delicious lunch. Then headed to Tiyo Ruben. Stayed there for a while, then left for Kanluran. That's where my Dad grew up. I mean, he grew up in those places too. But they live in Kanluran. They have a two-story house in the middle of a vast land owned by my grandmother. We stayed there, cleaned up, chit-chatted and stuff. Ate Abbie and I also went to Kuya Anjo's old house, now owned by Wendell's parents. They said they had no electricity, no TV and their water was free. They get it by pumping. Their house was a kubo, not that big but it could accomodate all of them. There was a couple of stairs directing to their room. And when you get there, there's a bit of a space where you could find a cabinet - or was it a table? - where they're books are kept. Below, there is a place where they cook, and a dining table, then that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I go there, I stand dumbstruck in front of their houses. I wonder how they manage to live without cellphones, computers, telephones and TVs. It would be a very boring day. Imagine, we already have all those stuffs, but we still get bored. How about them?! I couldn't last a day like that. But they play and go out, maybe that's what they do everyday to lessen their boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my lolo's older sister, Lola Letty. She's with her husband, son, and grandchildren. My brother played with them while me and Ate Abbie enjoy the duyan. :D I always loved sitting at those things. It's windy, and it's relaxing. I always wished we have those at home, but no, we don't have trees where they are placed. So I always spend my time at those whenever I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Kalsada. That's how the called it. And it's obvious why. They live beside the main road. So it's fun there. Everything's around and a lot of people live there, compared to the Kanluran, it's all quiet and people's houses are away from each other. We went to Tita's house and ate dinner. After a few chitchats, we went home. It was 6:00pm then. It was traffic in Lipa City all the way to the expressway. o_o I mean, really traffic. It was, I think, 9:00pm when we reached SLEX. The trip there was rather fast - primarily because I slept and when I woke up, we're already at Filinvest. ;) We reached home 10:30 something, and I changed clothes fast and ran to the TV. I was able to catch the half of PBB's 1st Nomination Night. XD Tricia was nominated together with the other boys. Oh btw, &lt;b&gt;VOTE WISELY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. After the show, I fell asleep. I was so tired to eat  anything, even a midnight snack. And I woke up the next day very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had a nice time for sure. He had a lot of friends and he  played and played and played all day. That's why when we left, he fell  asleep at once. He had a very long sleep, but I still have the longest.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday was a bit lame, I mean really lame. :))) I was tired, I only went online in the afternoon and slept at night. When I woke up now, I'm energized. I am freakin' back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll update this later for today's events, if I still could. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1487325992979770106?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1487325992979770106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-shouldve-seen-signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1487325992979770106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1487325992979770106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-shouldve-seen-signs.html' title='I should&apos;ve seen the signs.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4928837069291515498</id><published>2010-04-16T12:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:13:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When broken hearts rise up and say love is a lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I will stand to be love's reply. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good aftie Blog. :) I am supposed to pack my things for later's trip but what I'm doing right now is blogging. Well, I'm a born procrastinator. I guess we all are, except for those people who really know their priorities - the right ones. Good for them, they know what they should be putting first, and they know what should be done last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's life. I couldn't say that I'm not looking forward to our trip, but I am a bit excited. There isn't much to see in Batangas because I saw the houses of my relatives and we aren't really going to some place where I would be amazed and everything. We're only gonna see some land, trees and stuff. Then our relatives there. I should be thrilled to see them now, but I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, I am not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; excited to see them. Maybe because I already saw some of them, and they're not that close with me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But atleast, I could still feel some excitement. I just have to be positive. And I always enjoy my stay there. There are times when I don't really want to go home yet though it's time for us to go. And maybe I might experience that again because we would go back home on the same day. Y'know, balikan. :)) Ate Abbie even called our trip there a field trip. Cause we're all in the same car and we'll have fun for sure, even on the road. We always do. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am very sure of this. It will be &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; hot. :| I am deliberating if I should wear shorts or half-pants so that it wouldn't be that hot, well, I'm still weighing my options. My legs aren't that presentable... I might as well just hide it. Lol. =)) And I might turn more dark... which is not a good thing. I just hope we'll not be sulked in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough trip talk. I'm boring you, aren't I? Sorry for that. What am I supposed to tell you now? My days are all the same. Here's my routine. There are some changes on some days but they're not that big and the things I did on the previous day are just repeated on the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Take a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Go online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my boring summer. :| Let's just hope tomorrow wouldn't be boring so that there would be some changes. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end it here. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-4928837069291515498?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4928837069291515498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-broken-hearts-re_98.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4928837069291515498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4928837069291515498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-broken-hearts-re_98.html' title='When broken hearts rise up and say love is a lie'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4048563408366938158</id><published>2010-04-15T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:30:24.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting here turning minutes into hours.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon Blog. Sorry for being inactive &lt;i&gt;again.&lt;/i&gt; :| Darn it. I couldn't complete a month of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up for me? Well, my brother asked me to color the first page of his coloring book. He sort of gave me a hard time coloring Barney because he kept on telling me that this and that are the colors for him. I knew better than to follow his suggestions. Cause if I do, it would be your first time to see a rainbow colored Barney. Ever. :))))))) He even asked me to browse the pages of his book and tell him what they are doing and stuff. So I turned it to a story. I kind of made it an impossible one but he didn't mind and he believed me. So much for being a kid, eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I so love my new theme. Simple but cute. Two thumbs up to it's maker! \m/ Actually I also found an awesome skin but I chose this one. It's Windows-inspired. With a start button and everything. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything more to write here. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current LSS: Airplanes - B.O.B. feat. Hayley Williams. :3&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-4048563408366938158?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4048563408366938158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/sitting-here-turning-minutes-into-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4048563408366938158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4048563408366938158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/sitting-here-turning-minutes-into-hours.html' title='Sitting here turning minutes into hours.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8577129563555239503</id><published>2010-04-10T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:53:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the best thing I never knew I needed.</title><content type='html'>Well, having a great day today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I said on my last post, I woke up with sweat and I bet if you read it, you know why. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up and making sure that there's no sweat left, I ate breakfast, watched TV, and ate lunch. Afterwards, I took a bath and went online. One of the days when my routines are just repeated over and over. Nothing's really new. Except for Wowowee's new co-hosts and set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:| I was never a fan of Wowowee. But I wouldn't deny that I watch it. My grandma and brother loves the show and I have no choice but to watch it. o_o I read some kind of reaction of a Tumblr user in the same site given. It was really true. I really believe it. And you know, how could all of them manage the show with eight co-hosts? Well, it's not my problem anymore is it? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I'm listening to some songs right now. And my iTunes is pretty crowded. I think I might erase some songs that I don't listen to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently loving Justin Bieber's songs such as U Smile, That Should Be Me, Never Let You Go, Favorite Girl and Baby. :&gt; Hmmm. Just thought I could share it to y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my newest LSS is a song from The Princess And The Frog, Never Knew I Needed by Ne-Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I haven't created something from the last two days. :) Sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I'll be skipping the other days as well. I don't have anything to put in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8577129563555239503?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8577129563555239503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-best-thing-i-never-knew-i-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8577129563555239503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8577129563555239503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-best-thing-i-never-knew-i-needed.html' title='You&apos;re the best thing I never knew I needed.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5859631158635674162</id><published>2010-04-09T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:54:19.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you just runs too deep.</title><content type='html'>YEY! They said the power wasn't cut off yet. What a motivation. &lt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon Blog. :) Had a nice day. I woke up in the usual time, ate breakfast, took a bath and used the computer. I decided to change into a bigger t-shirt. I just thought of wearing it. And it was kind of cool because it was big. :)) Anyway, I used the computer afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother kept on persuading me to watch The Princess and The Frog again. Well, I gave in and allowed him to watch again. After that, I watched Gossip Girl. Well, I finally understood the story. :) Serena Van Der Woodsen is the lead, I guess. Then the others follow. But I really HATE Georgina Sparks. I mean it. She's ruining Serena's newly founded life. She's changed but she's giving Serena one hell of a time. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough with the GG talk. :))) *You know you love me, XOXO, Gossip Girl* I've got that one memorized. Well, I'm really intrigued of who GG is. I guess she's the narrator. Kidding. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saki's team went to our court and introduced themselves. I didn't watch them, but I could hear their speeches. They gave sample ballots and darn it. Villar's on their party. Screw Villar. I really don't like him. :| Bitter much? LOL. Sorry fer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went to bed to sleep. But I heard some noises and I think, it belongs to some rats. So I decided to sleep on the upper bed. :))) I got scared. x_x Well, anyway, I was able to sleep there but in the morning, about 6am, my brother was crying and telling me that I should not sleep there. So I moved to my room and slept there, with no aircon or fan. I woke up the next morning full of sweat. :| But atleast, I was able to sleep for about 2 hours more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends my post. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5859631158635674162?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5859631158635674162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-you-just-runs-too-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5859631158635674162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5859631158635674162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-you-just-runs-too-deep.html' title='Missing you just runs too deep.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1320299955665870005</id><published>2010-04-08T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:34:32.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownout Days Part 3</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon Blog. Another brownout day. Srsly, when is the brownout mania going to end? o_o It's getting in my nerves. It might be better if it's windy or something but it isn't. I hope you get the picture. Sweat, boredom... yeaaah. What a great combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the power off already. And blimey, I'm sweating so much. It's like I've just taken a bath. :| So I stoo up and ate breakfast. It was okay. I had pancakes for breakfast and they're delicious, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea that time. I tried reading Hamlet, Prince Of Denmark by William Shakespeare. I could still understand it, for the time being. And it surprised me that I did. I wasn't really expecting that I would be able to comprehend what the characters were telling its viewers because they're deep, and some of the words have a different meaning now that they did before. But I survived, and I'm trying to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out in the garage, wishing for fresh air to blow on me. I had an idea of taking some pictures. Good thing my hair wasn't messy. And it looked like it was combed. But to tell you the truth, it wasn't combed yet. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some chips. And had fun with my brother. :)) Then the power went back. I ate my lunch and went online. After a couple of minutes, I watched TV. You know, just to kill the time. I'm really bored in the cyberworld. And I decided that the TV was my last chance to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Wowowee. Then took a bath when it's the second commercial for Magkano Ang Iyong Dangal. I finished taking a bath when the credits of the same show was shown. Too long for a bath? Well, it's normal, for me. x)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched Maria De Jesus. She was being married to Juan Miguel. They look so good together. Is it just me or Marichuy was really blooming at that time? I wanted to look like her, stunning and very happy, when I get married, which would be a lot of years from now. :) I don't want to get married just after school. I still want to earn money, enjoy my being a woman, get into a serious relationship. And when I'm sure of it and the man would be proposing, I might say yes and get married. XD By then, maybe we could afford to get married in Portofino. If it isn't in a bad condition yet. Lol. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed hard when I watched Banana Split. I loved the Ang Itlog portion. Pooh was absolutely funny. That portion made my day. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Precious Hearts Romances presents Love Me Again when my grandma decided to go to Mercury Drugstore. She said they'll be going to the market next. So I joined them cause I will buy some CDs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Valentines Day, Dear John and The Princess and the Frog for my little brother. He actually requested it. Well, technically, his first request was Mr. Bean. But there was no CD of him so he asked for Tom And Jerry. But there wasn't any too. So he settled with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched his CD and chatted with our parents after. I watched Valentines Day and slept after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of today's post. Thanks for reading everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1320299955665870005?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1320299955665870005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/brownout-days-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1320299955665870005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1320299955665870005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/brownout-days-part-3.html' title='Brownout Days Part 3'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-2001195706154067801</id><published>2010-04-07T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:17:57.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownout Days Part 2</title><content type='html'>Due to my sleep last night, I woke up late. Yeah. I had a bit of a long sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening Blog. :D Lemme tell you one of the brownout days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ate breakfast, I was about to go to my computer and be online but the power went out AGAIN. :| Wrong timing, really. I wasn't able to update my sites in the morning, which is very frustrating. I wanted to reach 91 karma already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power went back, and I watched Harry Potter 1-4. My brother enjoyed watching it and I even found his mouth dropped a couple of times. Though he doesn't seem to understand some of the parts of the story, atleast he had fun watching it. It also surprised me that he understood some parts of the story, considering that he's just a three-year-old who couldn't understand English that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried to watch Harry Potter 5 Chinese Version. And I just relied with the wrong-grammar, hard-to-understand, subtitle. :)))) But I was still able to get it partly because I have watched it before and also because it's pretty clear in their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after those movies, it's time to sleep again. :))) Too fast huh? Then, I deliberated a bit whether to sleep or not. I lay on my bed thinking about things. The piano lessons, my grades, and all the other stuffs. After being aware that it's late, I slept. Or maybe tried to sleep. XD But I ended up sleeping after some minutes, I guess. Not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of this day's post. Thanks again, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-2001195706154067801?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2001195706154067801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/brownout-days-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2001195706154067801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2001195706154067801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/brownout-days-part-2.html' title='Brownout Days Part 2'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5469430588968342183</id><published>2010-04-06T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:18:18.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownout Days Part 1</title><content type='html'>Good evening blog. I was using the computer and currently reading stuffs about Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy when... the power went out. Yeah, it was very irritating. It's too hot, I've got nothing to do. Why do they have to cut the power at this time? :o I mean, it's noontime afterall. 1:00pm something. It's definitely HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to the garage and it's kinda windy. Just a bit. When the power was back, I watched Avatar and 2012. Yeah, I know it's a bit late but it's okay. The movies were great. Avatar was awesome and the story plot was good. The effects were splendid and the fight scenes were awesome. :) I swear. Pandora sure is a great place to live in. If you're a Na'vi. Because humans couldn't breathe there, I guess. You will need a special equipment in order to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already watched 2012 actually. In my cousin's house. But the problem is, we're to noisy and moving around. We kept getting food, we talk and we laugh. That's the reason why I didn't fully understand the story. We reacted on stuffs that are really scary. The water, the explosions, even the time when the places were sucked by the earth. Yeah, I mean, they're all going down. Literally. :| I just hope that doesn't happen to us. And I'll be one of the persons that could go in the Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the effects were great too. They really seemed real. It would've been more awesome when it's 3D. :))) It would be like you're standing in the place where it's happening and you can see the water approaching your place face-to-face. I remember seeing T. Johna and his husband about to watch 2012 in SM Molino when Mariel and I just finished watching New Moon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked again my sites in the computer and went off. I was soooooo sleepy. I rarely had a long sleep because of the movies I watch and I really need to doze off that time. By the time I reached my bed, I instantly fell to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of today. Thanks for reading. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5469430588968342183?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5469430588968342183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/brownout-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5469430588968342183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5469430588968342183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/brownout-days.html' title='Brownout Days Part 1'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-9089643525547779786</id><published>2010-04-05T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:22:58.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all the things we've been through.</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter Monday blog! So yeah, Holy Week's finished, and I'm back to blogging. :D Honestly, I should've posted yesterday. The problem is, I forgot it. Yeaaah. Boo me. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what's changed? Nothing. My blog still has the same theme and format. Well, I decided not to change formats anymore. Y'know, I want my posts to have a personality, different from the others. Enough with the personality talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was fab. I mean it. Easter Sundays are really awesome! :D We heard mass in the morning then went to Portofino. My cousin is getting married in December and she has to find a church and reception area now. She said those kind of preparations should be done a year before the wedding so that the venues are still vacant in the wedding day you chose. But since it's eight months and a couple of days before the wedding, or the day that they want to get married, it's in a bit of a rush now. So, back to the Portofino thing. Well, it was amazing. I mean, very splendid and dumbstruckingly beautiful. But the problem is, it's too pricey. My cousin only wants the church but they said it has to be a package. The venue should also be in it. I'm not making much sense here, am I? :)))) Sorry for my revolted or unclear statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reception venue amounts to 140, 000. And take note, the catering services are not yet included in that one. The church expenses could tentatively be summed up to 30, 000php. Yes, it is indeed wonderful, more of dream-like, but the price! They need to be practical. So we headed to Paradiso and inquired there next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue has different types. You could choose Bronze, Silver, Gold and Platinum. Those types talk about the food to be served. The prices of those are less than 140, 000 all in all plus a free accomodation. :) So it means, it's a lot more cheap in here compared to the first option. Hmmm, what do you think? For me, I'd go with Paradiso. Plus, there's a pool and I could ask my parents if we could go to an overnight swimming after the wedding. XD I'm really into this teach-me-how-to-swim-please thing. I really wanna learn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ate recalled the first time I went to some sort of swimming. I was sitting in the pool's stairs then, I don't have any idea how or why but I drowned. My father, who is drinking with his friends noticed that I was underwater, and he is so aware that I can't swim. I'm still a small girl that time. Maybe 5 or 6 years old? He only made 3 - I am serious about this - steps to the pool, saved me, and he never left his eye on me after that. :)))) I really don't know how I drowned and why did I go to the water in the first place. All I know is that I drowned. And I don't have any memories of it after the whole thing. That made me think of learning how to swim now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sto. Nino De Molino Church Office. Or I mean, my aunt and cousin did. :) They're reserving a date. But the office is closed and they'll be back on Tuesday. So yeah, I hope the date isn't taken yet. She really wants that date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, after that, we went to their house, had some spaghetti and watched Mr. Bean Animated Series and Tom And Jerry Kids. Brings back childhood memories. Well, we're both children-at-heart. And my brother CJ, though I'm certain he couldn't understand what the stories are, enjoyed watching too. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my social-networking sites and watched TV. Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest was very awesooooooome! Srsly. I'm doing a research about it's story plot and series and I swear I would find DVDs of those movies. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Nothing much for today. Imma eat my lunch huh? G'bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-9089643525547779786?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9089643525547779786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-all-things-weve-been-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/9089643525547779786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/9089643525547779786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-all-things-weve-been-through.html' title='After all the things we&apos;ve been through.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5065025773193420598</id><published>2010-03-30T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:21:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martes Santo. Magnilay tayo.</title><content type='html'>Since it's the holy week, and I'm a Catholic, I need to celebrate it. Not because I was forced to but I want to. And we Catholics celebrate this kinds of stuff. So in order to fully do so, I might not be able to blog anything for the whole week. I'm sorry guys. I'll be back in Easter Sunday, maybe. I'm not really sure. But I'll be back when I'm not busy anymore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations to all the graduates of 2009-2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5065025773193420598?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5065025773193420598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/martes-santo-magnilay-tayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5065025773193420598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5065025773193420598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/martes-santo-magnilay-tayo.html' title='Martes Santo. Magnilay tayo.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1230525328542961437</id><published>2010-03-28T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:19:00.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving me the courage and the strength I feel...</title><content type='html'>...Please believe that it's true. Babe, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like plugging the movie. :)) Lol. Watch it on April 3. Am I right? :D Not so sure about the date though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March 27, 2010 Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming Day!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun this day. We went to Paradiso Terrestre to have a Farewell Swimming Party with my classmates and with T. Johna. Our adviser came with his son but I don't know his name. :( He's so cute and he's english speaking. So yeah. I guess there were 19 of us, students, who came. And there was Kat J.'s ate who is being linked to Paolo. :DD We enjoyed the swimming, especially me. Even though I still don't know how to swim, I had such a great time. :) We played tag in the pool and we almost never left it. No wonder I have a darker complexion now. But I miss my white skin already. I've been covered in sunblock that day but I still went a bit dark. But that's life. And maybe it'll come back again. I'm referring to the skin. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of rice but only a viand. So at first, I ate what I brought together with my friends and we also had some rice. Joshua consumed almost all of it because he said he didn't have breakfast. When Sarmie's dad came over to bring a viand we could all share, we ran out of rice. I hope you get the picture. It's always wrong timing. But anyway, we still had some cakes and bread so we ate those instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there's a lot of people in the place that day. We weren't able to enjoy the pools that much. I enjoyed swimming at the edge of the deep pool, by the way. Just one wrong move and I'll fall and drown. :)) Good thing I survived it. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part for me was the &lt;i&gt;tulakan&lt;/i&gt; portion. Though I was only pushed into the pool once, and I enjoyed it too, I wish I was pushed a couple of times more. But not in the deep side, huh. I wouldn't be able to stand it. :( Well, anyway, we tried to push Renzo into the pool. And take note, there are about 5 or 4 of us. But he's just so strong for all of us, and we're all girls, so we weren't able to succeed. I tried to push him on my own but he didn't fall. He was supposed to fall but he controlled it. He had the best position but... I just wasn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny the parts of that day were still fresh in my memory 'till now. I  really loved that day. It's one of the most unforgettable and extremely fun day of my summer. \\m// I love you Dalton! I would miss you all guys! :* &gt;:D&lt; And it was made more memorable by T. Johna's prescence. It made us more complete. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else from that day? I wasn't supposed to attend that swimming thing cause my mom doesn't allow me to. But thanks to my granny, my mom changed her mind. My granny talked to them and told them that they should give me more freedom since I'm a big girl. That's the first time I ever heard her describe me that way. I love you grandma. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I opened my computer and went online at once. I talked to my mom and dad via Skype and rested. I was so tired that I slept early and woke up late the next day. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for that day. Thanks for reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1230525328542961437?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1230525328542961437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/giving-me-courage-and-strength-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1230525328542961437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1230525328542961437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/giving-me-courage-and-strength-i-feel.html' title='Giving me the courage and the strength I feel...'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5360157716323323907</id><published>2010-03-26T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:51:35.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You start to wonder why you're here not there.</title><content type='html'>FAREWELL PARTY was fun. It doesn't have the sad aura some classes of mine before had. I didn't cry. Oh I really wouldn't. With my classmates telling jokes here and there, it was really fun. And we still have a few years together before we all go our separate ways so there's no need to cry &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;. I mean, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting to a lighter topic, I had a slice of pizza, some leche flan made by Maan's mother, tiramisu courtesy of Abby and some soft drinks. That made me full already. Whenever I eat pizza, I always felt full after munching just a slice. Especially when it's from Pizza Cab, I don't know what's in it that really makes me full. :-bd But I really like their pizza from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played some games, and my most favorite one was the &lt;b&gt;Isubo Mo Ang Saging Ko&lt;/b&gt;. =))))) It made me laugh very hard. I played one game, btw. Paper Dance. Lol. Common, wasn't it? And after that, they gave the minor and major awards. We had no intermission numbers so we just proceeded with them. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we walked instead of riding a trike upto 7eleven. Lol. My feet hurt, but I know I could do it. I'm wearing a pair of sandals while they are wearing sneakers. I had a hard time of course, but I made it. :)) And there were some men dressed as construction workers, maybe they're one of the men doing something near the municipal hall of Bacoor. They asked us if were from DLA. His exact words were &lt;i&gt;"Taga Divine Lights kayo?"&lt;/i&gt; I said, &lt;i&gt;"Opo." "Anong year?"&lt;/i&gt; I replied, &lt;i&gt;"First year po."&lt;/i&gt; Then they got scared and we ran as fast as we could to get rid of them. We got scared you know. =)))) And we were like laughing but scared at the same time because we just walked away like that improperly. HAHAHA. I could never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were supposed to ride a trike that would bring us to Phase 11. That's where Maan's house is located. Hmmm. But as we approach a tricycle, someone's asleep inside it. A woman asked us, &lt;i&gt;"Sasakay kayo?"&lt;/i&gt; And we nodded and said yes. She pointed to a red tricycle, saying &lt;i&gt;"Doon kayo sumakay."&lt;/i&gt; And flashed us a smile. We laughed at our carelessness. :))))) Yeah, I kinda enjoyed that part. And another thing. I thought I saw an old batchmate riding a jeep. But nevermind, he might not be that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Maan's home, her mother was still cleaning their house. Maan was doing some errands while we're waiting for her in their living room. After that, we proceeded with the movie, Coming Soon. It was scary, I'm telling you. And I'm very proud to have survived it. I wasn't hiding behind a throwpillow THAT much anymore. I did scream and yeah. HAHA. It was really scary. Anyway, I'm improving. I hope I could watch more scary movies with my friends. I always have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that scary movie, we watched God of Study. Omo, headset and Dadie's hubby were soooooooooooooooooooo handsome. I mean it. Maan kept pausing at the right positions of her fictional boyfriend, headset. That's what we call him. He was always wearing a headset that looks like a skullcandy. :) They're cute. Anyway, Kathrine said, &lt;i&gt;"Ang bilis ng kamay ni Maan pagdating kay headset eh."&lt;/i&gt; The stalker was sooooooo beautiful but unfortunately the love interest of both headset and Dadie's hubby was an ugly girl. All of us were intimidated at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I say something under-the-belt towards that girl, Let's change the topic. We enjoyed watching episodes 1, 2, and 5. Too bad episode 3 was not working. :( While watching, we had rounds of more leche flan and we even had some squidballs - but Maan told us before they were cooked that they're fishballs. Oh yeah. She asked us when we're eating, &lt;i&gt;"Jourdese o Mirro?"&lt;/i&gt; - Then his father bought RC for us to drink and that's it. Maan asked if I could interpret a music video of Enigma. I don't know if my spelling is right. I wasn't able to interpret it and I wasn't able to watch it fully. We had to ask Maan's mother her permission to allow Maan to go to our swimming tomorrow. Now it's me that needs to be helped. I need to convince my mother to allow me tomorrow. :( She didn't allow me in Water Camp but we moved the location to Paradiso Terrestre. I hope she'll allow me this time. I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight. I told my dad everything I had to tell him and he is to pass them to my mom since she's on her work. They're helding Airsoft in the seas of Abu Dhabi. I don't know where exactly but that's why she had her shift earlier. I was expecting that I could talk to her today and ask their permission together, but I guess my dad has to do the job. My dad knows how much I want to go and I hope he could convince my mom. All I could do now is to pray that she'll call and they'll be talking about it. I'll just be waiting for their reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crossfingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my post/s. Good night folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5360157716323323907?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5360157716323323907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-start-to-wonder-why-youre-here-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5360157716323323907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5360157716323323907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-start-to-wonder-why-youre-here-not.html' title='You start to wonder why you&apos;re here not there.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-7171992326030131566</id><published>2010-03-24T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:58:49.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to think that it was cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Now Playing: Like A Boy - Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;March 24, 2010 Entry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Lol. This was one of the funny day ever. We had a video conference with my parents. My lola, CJ, Ate Marivic and I were all at my room just to talk to my mom and dad. They told us to buy some ice cream because I told them I was craving for one. My brother butted in telling them he wants one too. :D So yeah. I even bought some CD's to watch. I had plans to do so yesterday but I wasn't able to because I only had the energy when it was already dark. So I decided not to go anymore. :)) Well, I had bought all those already and that's it. We talked more then I watched the CD's I bought. Loved 'em all! :-bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else? I'm supposed to go to school tomorrow and help decorating our classroom for the farewell but because I watched Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief and it ended at 1:00am... I have watched other movies before it. So I woke up late the next morning, which was very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me, I'm going to tell you about how my Thursday was in this post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Now Playing: About You Now - Miranda Cosgrove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;March 25, 2010.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late because I stayed up until 1:00am. I wasn't able to go and help decorating the classroom. :( But I read and finished Abby's book today. :D I am supposed to give it back to her tomorrow - Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my day? I still can't get over the movies I watched yesterday. &lt;b&gt;Paano Na Kaya&lt;/b&gt;; which talks about rebound relationships and friendships being risked for love, &lt;b&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/b&gt;; Oh we all know what this story is about. But for the sake of those people who wanted a brief description for me, here you go. Alice, now 19 follows a rabbit to a hole transporting her to Wonderland, a place she has visited from her childhood. But at that time, she still doesn't remember it and thinks it was a dream. So yeah, her adventure to save the kingdom from the Red Queen follows. She needs to slay a jabberwock that guards the Red Queen's castle/kingdom. :), &lt;b&gt;Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief&lt;/b&gt;; is a story about the son of Poseidon being accused of stealing Zeus' lightning bolt but the truth is he didn't really steal it. Gods quarrel and Percy was hunted. He needs to make a move and tell the gods he was innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Was that a spoiler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that ends my wonderful day. :) It would be farewell tomorrow. Good bye Dalton. I would miss all of you. And I really mean every single one of you. ;) Thank you so much for all the memories you shared with me. And for making my first year in high school a splendid one. I hope to see you guys next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-7171992326030131566?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7171992326030131566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-used-to-think-that-it-was-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7171992326030131566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7171992326030131566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-used-to-think-that-it-was-cool.html' title='I used to think that it was cool.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8609738526377152673</id><published>2010-03-23T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:59:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you come here much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I swear I've seen your face before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Good evening Blog. So I'm blogging again. I'm active, yeaaah! \m/ I guess I should keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://lovegenevie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;Ate Katie&lt;/a&gt; for brightening up my day and inspiring me to keep blogging. It's nice to know that you guys read my blog. I was thinking no one does. :D Oh, wanna see their awesoooome blogs? Click on their names, dude. It'll bring you there. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, since I'm sleepy, I'll just update this tomorrow. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, here's the &lt;u&gt;edited&lt;/u&gt; part now. ;)) Take note guys: I edited this March 24, 2010. I'm using PAST TENSES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty boring day. I just read My Story. Oh my. I'm still stuck at that book. And I need to return it to Abby by Friday. I AM DOOMED. :/ If I couldn't return that to her, when could I? :O I really need to finish the last part tomorrow. Really. I wish I could finish it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him again. Oh god I've missed him sooo much. Well, yeah. If you know him, please do me a favor to shut up and don't tell ANYONE about it. :) If you don't, please don't ask who he is. Cause you know, I'm trying to keep a secret here. But the others know it already. See, I failed in keeping it so I don't need another person to know and just make the list longer. x_x But anyway, yeah. I enjoyed talking to me. I felt... better. I felt lighter and happier of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TOPIC. Haha. I might be boring you by blabbering about someone you might or might not know at all. So yeah, let's move to another topic. I have plans that day to buy some CDs to watch and buy an ice cream for myself. You know, it's time that I get a treat from all those exams I took. No one's been giving me a reward so I'm giving myself one. Hmm, does that count? XD Well, anyway, that's life. If they're not going to give it to you, you should do it yourself. I remember I quote I received via SMS from Gelyn. It was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love me. Kumain na ba me? Ingat me ah? God bless me. :) I miss me sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lol. And for me that was the best thing to do. :)))) Since then, I learned to give myself a treat after doing something I think is an achievement. I remember treating myself a Krushers after being able to zipline, tree drop and having a canopy ride. So yeah... that's pretty much of it. ;D I just thought I should share this to you. Another random fact about me. I acknowledge and honor myself. But not to the point that I praise myself. Just like a little kid, when you've been good to your parents, you deserve a treat. And since I'm not a small girl now, and my parents aren't here to see what I'm doing, I figured out that nothing would do it aside from me, myself. Oh yeah. I hope you get the picture. I've been repeating phrases already. =)) Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Well, I heard some music from my phone before sleeping. I thought things over while laying in my bed before dozing off. And I thought about random things. I wasn't really deciding on what to happen next with my dream - should I call it a dream? I was still awake! - or whatever word fits best. The events in my mind just happened, much to my surprise. There were &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt; moments but there were weird and unexpected ones too. A lot of people got involved. My family, relatives, classmates, and even the teachers. The locations were my home, school, mall, even sidewalks... Thank goodness the sidewalks were clean. The ones that look like streets from Korea as shown in BOF. :&gt; So that was most of it. I don't remember my actual dream after I fell asleep. I wasn't really sure if I dreamt that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I should end this. It's a bit long already. Thanks for reading everyone! Have a good night sleep. :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Osep? HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8609738526377152673?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8609738526377152673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-come-here-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8609738526377152673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8609738526377152673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-come-here-much.html' title='Do you come here much?'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-7700027772059685831</id><published>2010-03-22T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:27:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll burst through your windows.</title><content type='html'>Headache. Arrg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening Blog. I dunno how I ended up with my blog entry title for tonight. It just popped in my mind. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Playing:&lt;/b&gt; Still In Love With You - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next:&lt;/b&gt; Who I Am - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I played songs in my phone using the Artists folder. So there you go. :) To tell you the truth, I'm really not a fan of the JBros. I just love the message of their songs. But that doesn't make me a fan of them. Well, the other songs they've sung that I liked were Can't Have You and Fly With Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzougi3qjZ1qa2vdgo1_r1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saw that one in Tumblr. And I really loved it. :D I wish my besties and I have a contract like this. And look at this part... the one one bold. Yeah, it just fits! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If there is a breach of contract, the injured part has a discretion on the kind of punishment or torture to be imposed on the other party. But reasonable means to remedy the breach is highly encouraged. &lt;b&gt;(Ex. Talking it out)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, anyway, I could try printing this in a computer shop so that we could sign it. We'll just have to add 3 more blanks. That means there would be 5 parties. And yeah, that's it. Ready to give to my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a bit of fun, maybe? And boring as well. I decided to watch Music and Lyrics and The Forbidden Kingdom again. Because my little brother is so noisy that I missed some of their lines and I had to watch it again alone so that I couldn't miss anything. That's how I watch movies. I want to understand it thoroughly. If I couldn't, I would watch it again. :)) Well, anyway, while I was watching, my ate turned up at my room and told me someone was looking for me outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera came out and said she needed to pee. Like yeah. And it was quite a surprise. Vera, turning up at my household telling me she needs to pee at such a short notice. :))) But I let her in and directed her to the CR. And I had a bit of a chat with her and Yelgy outside where the wind blew my hair while I'm trying to fix it. Great, isn't it? But I had fun talking to them. I mean, &lt;i&gt;iba pa rin kasi pag ka-age bracket mo lang ang kausap mo&lt;/i&gt;. You don't really have to hide anything from them and you can talk about anything under the sun without having misunderstandings because you see things in the same angle. So yeah. After some chitchat, Yelgy complained that she's so hungry. I am about to invite them to eat at our house but I remembered that I consumed all of our viand - well all of us consumed it. I just ate a lot compared to them - and nothing was left. There was nothing left from the rice too. So I told them that honestly and I waved goodbye as they head to some place where they could eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to watch the movie on the part that I've slept in. *Before Yelgy and Vera came to my crib, I fell asleep with the movie playing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I have to say? It's very hard to think when you're suffering from a headache. And it's not just the kind of ache where you could still shake your head for a "No." It hurts like hell, you know. I'm screaming in my head, "D*mn. Why does it hurt THIS much? :O" But then, no matter how much I complain in my head, nothing would happen. Good thing my cousin bought me some Biogesic tablets so I could drink 'em down and feel better after a few seconds/minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a massage in the head courtesy of Ate Abbie, we headed home. I'm really not in the mood to go home. I wanna fall asleep at that moment but my cousin's jeepney that brought us home was so shaky that my blood was awaken. And yeah, I opened the computer to blog and update my sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight. I'm feeling sleepy again. And I'm feeling a bit better, thanks to Ira for making me laught. :) My sickbuddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! Enjoy your summer! ;)&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/6652494151751467585-7700027772059685831?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7700027772059685831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-burst-through-your-windows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7700027772059685831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7700027772059685831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-burst-through-your-windows.html' title='I&apos;ll burst through your windows.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1328942809946724517</id><published>2010-03-21T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:52:53.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that you're living with the vampires...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You better get yourself a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening Blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't that good. And yes, tonight isn't that good either. Hmmm. BV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late so we heard mass at 5:30pm. My brother is so naughty inside the church to the point that it was so embarassing. I really think he shouldn't attend masses muna. He needs to keep quiet. And he doesn't listen to any of us. He just keeps on doing naughty things. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Harry Potter 1-4 lately. I still can't get over it even now. I've watched it for the third time, I guess, but I still love Harry Potter. But I love the books more!!! ♥ I also watched Little Mermaid II out of curiosity. It wasn't a bad movie, I tell ya. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else for today? Oh yeah. After mass, we went to Joe Kuan and ordered siomai. Oh, god I've missed the siomai in school. Much more delicious than any siomai I have ate the past few weeks. :/ After that, I went online and saw something in FB. Fck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of the hell thing. Well, this old &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manliligaw&lt;/span&gt; - I really hate calling him this. He's such a pervert. Good thing he hasn't done anything to me before. Or else... I'll rip his head out of him. - So he said he's in love with me again. Like I'm going to believe him! He's probably just making fun of me. And for crying out loud, he's not in school anymore. He got expelled, and at that time when it was his last day in school, we said good bye to him and he seemed good. Maybe he dreads the idea of leaving DLA. But, I shouldn't have really thought of him as good that time. Cause now, he's in his silly games again. Darn it. Why does it have to be me, of all persons?! He was saying stuffs like, "I saw your pictures in Facebook and your the prettiest girl..." I forgot the other parts. :| O_O Like I'm gonna believe those. But I made it clear that I can't return the same feelings for him and he shouldn't expect anything from me. I don't want him telling other people I made him fall for me which is really wrong. I never wished for him to fall for me ever! :| Super BV. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what. He was like, "Lagi naman akong basted eh. Hehe/Haha." Was it HEHE or HAHA? Well, I don't care anymore. Sht. Paawa effect ang loko loko. HAHAHA. He think I would give in to that one? I said nothing in reply anymore. Fck. I would avoid him na lang. I've warned him na naman eh. To talk to him would mean something. And I'm not comfortable talking to him too. Never was I comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that's the end of this piece of sheet. :)) Good night people. Have sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1328942809946724517?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1328942809946724517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-that-youre-living-with-vampires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1328942809946724517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1328942809946724517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-that-youre-living-with-vampires.html' title='Now that you&apos;re living with the vampires...'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-71324751877436780</id><published>2010-03-20T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:27:53.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever we will stay, like a pyramid.</title><content type='html'>Good evening Blog. I'm currently watching Music And Lyrics, but I paused it just to blog. :)) Well, anyway, lemme tell you about this supposed-to-be-normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing The Usuals every boring day. I was watching TV, reading a book, surfing the net. But not at the same time, huh? :)) So yeah, I was doing those things when Tita Amy and her daughter, Chesca went for a visit to our home. :D That made my day a not-so-boring-after-all one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like &lt;i&gt;nagyayaya&lt;/i&gt;. They said we should go to Ate Abbie's house. I know why she wants to. She came to Cavite to ask Ate Abbie if she bought the shoes Kuya Clark was asking for. Unfortunately, Ate Abbie haven't heard about those shoes neither have she seen them there in Japan. So Tita Amy asked for some teddy bears for Chesca instead. My brother, knowing how obvoiusly competitive he is, didn't allow himself to be stepped aside of the picture. So he asked for some teddy bears too. Chesca got some cute ones but later at night, Ate Abbie texted me that she needs to get the bears back, even my brother's. Well, that's fine with me. CJ got a not-so-cute one. :) He could exchange it to a cuter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we chatted with my parents via Skype at Ate Abbie's laptop. Their voice was choppy but the  camera was clear, I mean, it's like I'm looking through a mirror. Our camera was never like that, not even close! :| Anyway, someone said CJ was mad to my parents when in reality, he's not really mad. I was like, "What the heck is this person talking about?! :o" But yeah, THAT person ruined it already. CJ was being &lt;i&gt;matampuhin&lt;/i&gt; and he's acting like he's mad and all that. THAT freaky person said the reason was because my parents won't come home this summer. As if that was her business. Would she care?! Fck. Yeah. I was agitated. My parents wanted to talk to CJ. That's the reason why they talked to us. But look at what she's done. She really ruined it. Thank you very much (insertnamehere). BV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we left and went home. I borrowed some DVD's to watch here at home. Y'know. MOVIE MARATHON! \m/ :-bd I am currently watching Music and Lyrics. So far so good. Lol. I recommend it to those who haven't watched it yet. Drew Barrymore rocks! And Hugh Grant, with his POP! Goes My Heart dances rocks too. =))))) What's the name of the character Cora? She likes to dance. Lqtm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, LQTM (Laughing Quietly To Myself) is the new LOL. :-bd Saw that one in Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next movie to watch is The Forbidden Kingdom. Do you think it's wonderful or maybe awesome? Or it's just average? Oh I hope it's good. I just picked it out randomly. The title haunted me kasi. I wish I made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for tonight. I still have to watch this movie. Good night! :-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-71324751877436780?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/71324751877436780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/forever-we-will-stay-like-pyramid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/71324751877436780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/71324751877436780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/forever-we-will-stay-like-pyramid.html' title='Forever we will stay, like a pyramid.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1306095836485920756</id><published>2010-03-19T10:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:10:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquakes can't shake us. Cyclone's can't break us. ♥</title><content type='html'>Off to go to my Tito's house. Imma read a book when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang kwenta mga drafts ko dito. Hindi ko na sila naedit. But I'll still post 'em. Sayang. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run devil run run devil run run. Run devil devil run run. &gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M SO FREAKIN' BACK, BLOGGER. :-bd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my prolonged absence in blogging, I'm finally back! Well, I've hibernated myself from this site only because I was sooooo busy with the school stuffs. With the school year ending &lt;u&gt;March 16, 2010&lt;/u&gt;, and the requirements still unfinished, I really need to concentrate on those stuffs first. I don't want to have a problem on April with my clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back, though I'm sure no one's reading my blog posts. IKR? :)) So yeah, learned a few abbreviations and I think I'm equipped with more words now. :D So let's start bloggin' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m currently reading the 3-part story of David Pelzer compiled in a book entitled &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Story&lt;/span&gt;. It is consist of the books &lt;b&gt;A Child Called 'It', The Lost Boy, and A Man Named Dave&lt;/b&gt;. I've finished the first installment and currently browsing on the pages of The Lost Boy. I haven't really understood why it's labeled that way. But I'll know it in the future. I just have to read some more. But thanks to the internet and my parents - we're using Skype now - so it's really hard to read because they're speaking and I get distracted with their voice that I couldn't understand anything. I always end up going back to the part where I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's it. So much for bein' an easily-distracted bookworm. So let's move in to some stuffs for last night, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone in the house yesterday. My lola, brother and ate went to my Uncle's house to babysit my cousin because he was left all alone there. Since he couldn't tend himself, they went there to do the job. And it wasn't so boring at home. I was chitchatting with my Plurk friends and surely I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Proofs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I should be heading to my Uncle's house just as promised but I still couldn't leave the PC.&lt;br /&gt;2. I should be eating since it's lunchtime but because of the same reason, I almost skipped lunch. :))&lt;br /&gt;3. I ended up talking with my father in Skype that made me delay my eating time more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Lol. But thanks to them, I wasn't bored though I'm alone in here. It sucks knowing that you're the &lt;s&gt;only person in the house&lt;/s&gt;, you know. You don't have anyone to talk to. And that just makes me more bored. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still hooked up with &lt;u&gt;Ke$ha's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Run Devil Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. It's just so cute! I love the lyrics and the tune. I hope there's a music video of it soon. Imma check it out if there is. ♥ What's next for me to share? Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ate and I went to SM Molino to buy some groceries yesterday. We left home at 4pm something and had trouble finding a spacey jeep. I don't really feel like squeezing my butt in some nearly-full jeepneys around. Upon reaching SM, my now short hair is like dried and scattered in my face. I had a hard time trying to comb it with my hand. Well, that part was funny. I was fixing my hair while strolling inside Watsons to buy some Body Salt. I even thought of going to the rack where combs are so that I could borrow one. =))) But I didn't cause I'm afraid that wasn't allowed. I left the store with a Body Salt and a new blue nail polish. Yeah. Imma change this fuchsia pink tips of mine to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;frozen light blue&lt;/span&gt; the day before our farewell. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Hypermarket. I was supposed to find the white Crissa tee with gold prints in it. It was the parter of a black something I bought last time I went there. I don't know what to call it. But it's like a big bolero. Yeah. I hope you got the picture. But really, it took time for me to find it. Much to my disappointment, it wasn't there anymore. :| But I was able to find another white Crissa tee now with the same print but with a different shade. It's shiny, just like the gold one, but it has different colors now. I bought it and was glad because the cloth wasn't that thin just like the one I was looking for. That was my problem last time. I'm afraid people would see my skin through it so I had second thoughts of buying it. I bought the black bolero instead. But when I went home and rummaged my closet for a white tea that would look good on it, I realized that there's nothing there. So I had to buy that white shirt even though it's kinda thin. But I ended up buying another with a thicker cloth. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am boring you, right? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I treated my brother by allowing him to watch some kiddo stuffs when we reached home. He watched Blues Clues, Spongebob Squarepants and more in DVD. He had a great time, I guess, but slept on the end part of the DVD. Too bad he wasn't able to see the ending of Spongebob Squarepants. ^^ He looks so tired so I let him sleep already. After I few minutes, I dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the end of my post for yesterday. Imma post later about THIS day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1306095836485920756?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1306095836485920756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/earthquakes-cant-shake-us-cyclones-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1306095836485920756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1306095836485920756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/earthquakes-cant-shake-us-cyclones-cant.html' title='Earthquakes can&apos;t shake us. Cyclone&apos;s can&apos;t break us. ♥'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4977219299006578150</id><published>2010-03-16T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:40:51.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You left a hole where my heart should be.</title><content type='html'>Had quite of a row with my parents. They said I changed a lot. He was saying a lot of things but I figured out that it was best to say nothing. Maybe that would make things better for both of us. Because he was scolding me and I'm supposed to listen. He isn't expecting any response from me either. I know he was telling me what he feels and that all I need is to listen. I responded when I felt the need to. My Dad said I was answering back these days, so I have to change my attitude, and I started that time. I wasn't saying anything against what he says but I'll put them in my head instead. I need to obey and not to answer back. Yeah. I was wrong. And I wouldn't defend myself on that matter because it would do me no good. I am wrong, so what's the need to come clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. I'm a bit down that day. But now we've fixed things up. :) And we're using Skype now. We could see and hear each other better. \m/ :-bd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-4977219299006578150?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4977219299006578150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-quite-of-row-with-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4977219299006578150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4977219299006578150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-quite-of-row-with-my-parents.html' title='You left a hole where my heart should be.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3763479096967141384</id><published>2010-03-10T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:39:03.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind is filled with you. *Again*</title><content type='html'>March 10. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today? Yeaaah. Let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Ito talaga ang dapat kong i-edit. Kaso... nakalimutan ko na ilalagay ko. *wallbash*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-3763479096967141384?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3763479096967141384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mind-is-filled-with-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3763479096967141384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3763479096967141384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mind-is-filled-with-you-again.html' title='My mind is filled with you. *Again*'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-7077541882209613538</id><published>2010-03-09T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:18:24.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed Paramore's concert. :(</title><content type='html'>If only Paramore came here during summer, I would've watched them. I really regret missing it. But what else can I do?! We have fuggin' exams tomorrow. So yeah, I'll just sulk here and munch the oh-so-delicious Choco Topps. This snack really makes me do the lick-the-chocolates-in-your-fingers act.. :D I remember my mom scolding me when I ate french fries in SM Molino before. She scolded me for licking the cheese off my fingers. She said I should've used a tissue to remove it. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF DRAFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-7077541882209613538?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7077541882209613538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-missed-paramores-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7077541882209613538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/7077541882209613538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-missed-paramores-concert.html' title='I missed Paramore&apos;s concert. :('/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-927017657280617262</id><published>2010-03-08T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:18:23.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And when it seems like sorrow never ends, someday it's gonna make sense.</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit this tomorrow when I get back from school, huh? Off to study in Science and Computer. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-927017657280617262?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/927017657280617262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-when-it-seems-like-sorrow-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/927017657280617262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/927017657280617262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-when-it-seems-like-sorrow-never.html' title='And when it seems like sorrow never ends, someday it&apos;s gonna make sense.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4297472010701724211</id><published>2010-03-06T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:24:52.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my head, I see you all over me.</title><content type='html'>Good morning Blog. :) Sorry for being too inactive these days. I'm just soooooo busy right here. Y'know, exams are coming closer - I mean, we're gonna take 'em next week - and we have a lot of projects and stuffs to submit to our teachers. But other than those things, I'm really gonna miss my Freshman year. I'm gonna miss all my classmates and teachers. Thanks for all the memories, either good or bad. Whatever it is, sure the hell I learned something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deliberating a while ago my post in Tumblr. The picture says "I'll wait." But what if I got tired of waiting and just move on? I couldn't think of the possibilities that might happen if I do but I can't get that thought out of my mind too. I'm all about anticipating again, or was it expecting? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have to be blissful today. :D I don't wanna ruin this pretty HOT day. Let's see. What have you missed those days? My last post was very epic already. :)) February 25, 2010. And to tell you honestly, you missed 8 memorable days of mine. I'll try to recall some of them and maybe share those with you. But I think I'll fail in that, maybe I'll try some other time. My photographic memory is failing today. So does my hearing abilities. =))) Look how crazy I am, telling you these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I still couldn't remember them, let me tell you last night and today. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our second to the last day of regular classes for first year. And I would really miss that. :( Especially the laughs I shared with my classmates. We finished Ibong Adarna and the ending was kind of "bitin" for me. Because the Adarna wasn't even mentioned in the last part. And they didn't tell us how many children Don Juan and Donya Maria got. And they didn't even tell us what happened to Berbanya under Don Pedro and Donya Leonora's hands. So yeah, it was a bit frustrating. I was expecting so much from the ending. But that's life. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had an activity in CLVE. Jared's funny. He's so straight to the point. And I was like, &lt;b&gt;"Yeah, that's SO right."&lt;/b&gt; But they didn't ask me anything, so that was boring. But I guess I couldn't answer anything rin naman. No one from Dalton attracts me the way he does. :"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yeah, cut it off, Charlotte. You're being way too over the top.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I talked to him, on the phone. He told me he was supposed to give me something. And that made me very curious. I wasn't sure of what I heard so I said, "Huh?" Then he said, "Wala." But of course I wouldn't let the topic drop, right? So I said, "May narinig ako eh, hindi lang ako sure." And blah blah blah. But still, he didn't tell me what that something was. He said paper, and I was like, "What's with the paper? Some doodles or drawings?" But I didn't say that out loud. Maybe he still doesn't know how I really wish I could get one of his drawings. :x I saw the doodles he made with his folder and they were soooo cute! Oh yeah, I'm sorry. Next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also finished The Core in Science. For the first time ever, I was excited to do Science. And really, the movie was absolutely fab! I swear. I was very fascinated and I still can't get over it. The ending was awesome too. The hacker was amazing. I wish I know someone who could do those stuffs that he does too. And Dr. Keyes and the pilot Ms. Childs were awesome. Imagine, the only girl in the team - and she was even the pilot - was saved but the others weren't. She rocks! \m/ And she and her love team, Jon look good together. My fave kilig part was when she grabbed his face and kissed him when the vessel restarted and they were able to leave the core and escape by a space between two tectonic plates near Hawaii. But when they reached the surface of the water, they instantly cooled and the power went off again. Good thing they were found by the marine crew using the whales' cry. And there you have it. :DD End of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm not yet doing something meaningful with my life. I was just checking on my social-networking sites and that's it. Maybe I'll update this one later for some things I've done this afternoon. G'bye! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-4297472010701724211?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4297472010701724211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-my-head-i-see-you-all-over-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4297472010701724211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4297472010701724211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-my-head-i-see-you-all-over-me.html' title='In my head, I see you all over me.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3814764172917792222</id><published>2010-02-27T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:28:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true we could make a brighter day, just you and me.</title><content type='html'>Another fuggin' draft fer tonight. I'm so tired and sleepy. So much for being too busy today. :))) My body couldn't handle it. So yeah, I'm off to rest and eat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Just saw this draft here. :))) I can't believe I had this. I wasn't even able to remember this one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-3814764172917792222?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3814764172917792222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-true-we-could-make-brighter-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3814764172917792222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3814764172917792222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-true-we-could-make-brighter-day.html' title='It&apos;s true we could make a brighter day, just you and me.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-176251695031238668</id><published>2010-02-25T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:01:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.</title><content type='html'>Draft. :)) I'm tired. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Edited. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay. Today's Sunday, but I'm gonna update my Thursday post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened last Thursday? Hmmmm. What I remember the most is the performances of my classmates for the 2nd Practical Test in PE. Good thing I didn't dance that day, I was already finished. But anyway, I'm not talking about my performance, but I'm here to share y'all &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one to dance was Paul and Joshua. I don't know what happened to Paul's dance because I wasn't able to watch it. They're supposed to be partners but what happened is that Sir said it wasn't allowed. So they had to separate. Maybe Paul still danced their practiced song. But Joshua tried on another song and danced it on-the-spot. I was shocked to realize that he wasn't even able to practice it. Yet the timing and all was correct. Sir was smiling at him and he got a grade of 90. Imagine, that's an impromptu dance. I couldn't do that myself. But he seems so confident, he just smiles at Sir Ryan while he dances. He doesn't even seem to feel nervous at all. If only I have the same level of confidence that he has, I might be able to dance excellently on-stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going back, Victoria danced next after Joshua. She had a practiced dance, I guess. Her song was Mad? Am I right? I'm not sure with the song, huh? But she had those steps that make me go, "Woah! Where did she get that?" She choreographed the song beautifully and I praise her for that. Unlike me, I find it very hard to choreograph anything. :D Then I asked Sir Ryan if we could get in, cause you know, we were outside the classroom, just peering in and everything. I asked Sir if we could go in since we've already finished. (I'm referring to Jemai and me.) He said we could, so I watched the other performances inside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one, I guess, is Mirro. MAYBE?! I'm really not sure huh. So yeah, Mirro danced a song of the Backstreet Boys. I forgot the title, but it has some steps with this rock hand \m/. And yes, I enjoyed his performance. With Micha outside screamin, "Pusit!" and all the rest laughing and saying "Pusit!" as well, it was a funny performance. But blimey, he dances well. Who's next after him? Kat J? I think so. So Kat J had a wonderful music, according to Sir. It was a remix, maybe she did the mixing herself, and the steps too. It was a beautiful performance. Only she wasn't in the right timing at some parts of the song. But still, she danced well and we liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinna followed after Kat J. And she had the &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt; performance, for me. She danced Tik Tok by Ke$ha and she did it very well, I tell you. She emphasized the watch in "on the clock" part. And she just smiled althroughout her whole dance. She had a grade of 95 and Sir really enjoyed her dance. Me too, I really enjoyed it. I really wanted to watch her again, too bad there weren't any video. But everyone's amazed with her, she could join Dance Club if she wants! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarmie danced too. Her music was Party in The USA. She looks so serious that it made me laugh. Sir was kidding her too. He said, "Sarmie, saan ka nakatingin? Nandito ako." And we were like laughing. =)) But all in all, her dance was good. Though there were those times she looked like she wasn't in the right timing. But she really is good in dancing. I wish we could audition together in the Dance Club next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathleen danced too. Her song was from Step Up 2. She said she still can't get over that movie. It was really awesome, I agree with her. Especially the part when they're on the train station and they made graffiti vandals on the escalator. :)))) It was really COOOL! I mean it. If you haven't watched it, go and watch or you'll miss it. Anyway, she danced well and her pants we're cool, according to Sir. Me, Sarmie and Cathleen could be trios in our audition. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I missed out someone? I hope not. Cause I couldn't remember anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg. We still have to do a scrapbook of all our pictures for our last compilation in PE. I hope we'll be able to finish it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today's post. Good eve? HAHA. Good eve, good morning, good afternoon everyone. Thanks fer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :-bd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-176251695031238668?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/176251695031238668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-times-its-just-lot-easier-not-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/176251695031238668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/176251695031238668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-times-its-just-lot-easier-not-to.html' title='Most times, it&apos;s just a lot easier not to let the world know what&apos;s wrong.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6763937513492079435</id><published>2010-02-24T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:44:58.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing we say is gonna save us from a fallout.</title><content type='html'>Good evening Blog. Yeah, I considered blogging today. Well, we don't have much to do. How much are missing? Not much, actually. There's no BIG thing within the past few days. They're all okay, but nothing major at all. So, I'm here to tell you all about &lt;i&gt;those days&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, February 22, 2010. No Classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you honestly, I don't know why the classes are canceled but they said it was pretty much of a holiday. Well, I have no idea what kind of holiday that was and I never asked anybody about it. Anyway, my groupmates in AP came over to document our interview with an OFW. We were able to do it, thanks to the help of everyone. Now we're just finding a way on how to burn the vid on a blank CD. Apparently, none of us knows how to do it. Maybe some do know, but they don't have the softwares and stuff to use. And that's life. HAHA. Shiela came over too. We practiced our supposed-to-be-a-partner-dance for our practical test in PE. Let me tell you on the succeeding paragraphs what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, February 23, 2010. Classes again. :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is a lame day. :D Lol. First, I wasn't able to see him. Second, I feel sooooooo sleepy that day, so much for staying up for too long. Oh well. I also had my practical test today. So yeah, it was a mess, I mean, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was a mess. :)) And I was really funny, I'm sure of it. Shiela and I were supposed to dance &lt;u&gt;together&lt;/u&gt; but what happened was I ended up dancing alone. We danced the start together, but she left me before the chorus part. I feel really guilty about it. I'm the one who made those funny steps. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our section planned a swimming get-together the day after our Farewell Party and I asked my parents if I could go, but they said no. And that wrecked my almost-okay day. So yeah, nuff said. I'm sure you get the picture. Imagine not being allowed to go to somewhere you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; like. I mean, I really like to go there, but I'm not allowed, so yeah. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, February 24, 2010. Guitar love. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit disappointed. Just a bit okay? :| Don't make a big deal out of it. Oh well. I was lying. I was not a &lt;u&gt;bit&lt;/u&gt; disappointed. I am REALLY disappointed. But, don't ask why please? I don't wanna talk about it. Thinking about it makes me dread it more and more over time. So... I'll try to distract myself, though I know that's very impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way my guitar sounds whenever I strum it. And yeah, that made my day. *ARRRRGH! I can't forget it. :o* So, nevermind. HAHA. I should be happy that I resolved things with my parents. Though they didn't allow me, I still love them. But I just really want to go to that awesome swimming party with my friends. It would be different with my family, and with my classmates. I'm certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently playing Taylor Swift's songs stored in my PSP. Anyway, I really want to be able to play every song of hers someday. I still have years to practice on them. And maybe, just maybe, I would play them excellently. I just hope so. By the way, I really wanna go to this piano lessons for summer, to make something productive out of it. Instead of going to these places, and taking those pictures - the things I usually do every summer - why not try learning how to play piano again? I used to have lessons with an organ, but I stopped. But now, I really want to learn, and I'm really willing to do it. That's why I wanna go to one. I just wish my parents would allow me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm overstating things too much. What do you think? &lt;s&gt;Redundancy.&lt;/s&gt; x))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know what else to put here. Good night, and thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6763937513492079435?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6763937513492079435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-we-say-is-gonna-save-us-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6763937513492079435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6763937513492079435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-we-say-is-gonna-save-us-from.html' title='Nothing we say is gonna save us from a fallout.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8702399569313619436</id><published>2010-02-21T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:45:04.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't let you go away if we ever meet again.</title><content type='html'>Good eve blog. This day was, better but still worse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun morning and afternoon with Yelgy. She went to our house and I helped her with her clearance. Then, we went to SM Molino and she treated me at KFC, Zagu, Tom's World and Quantum. I don't know what's up today, she is just so generous. I was persuading her all the time to stop spending too much but her only respond was, "Minsan lang ako mabait, lubusin mo na." And she wouldn't allow me to persuade her. But, nonetheless, I enjoyed her company. She even thought of trying to treat me a movie, but I was really complaining and you know. If only we've got more time, and I get to pay for my ticket, I would say yes. But she wouldn't let me too, and I haven't brought enough to be able to pay for one, so I just hesitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we went home, we dropped by Mariel's house. Too bad she's not around. Then, I showed Yelgy the shortcut. When we reached home, she sat next to a mango tree and chatted with me a bit, then I walked her to the tricycle station.. Whatever, &lt;i&gt;basta, sakayan ng tricycle.&lt;/i&gt; :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went home and rested. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else am I going to say? Ah, yes. I just really have to tell you this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy because we have the same taste when it comes to music. And he's so... nice. XD So yes, that's it. Too short, right? Well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess I'm too speechless tonight. Wish us luck for our group meeting tomorrow. I really hope we'll be able to finish our project in AP. I'll better charge my camera now, I have a feeling we're going to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Playing: If Ever We Meet Again - Timbaland feat. Katy Perry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; text-align: left;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it! I think this would be our song for our practical test in PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I'm so speechless tonight. What an unusual thing for me. Except when I started to blog. There were nights that my mind goes totally blank that I couldn't write anything. Even my sentences made no sense so I just stop what I'm doing and delete the draft and skip today and hope that maybe, tomorrow, I'll be able to post something substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good night. Thanks for reading. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8702399569313619436?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8702399569313619436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wont-let-you-go-away-if-we-ever-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8702399569313619436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8702399569313619436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wont-let-you-go-away-if-we-ever-meet.html' title='I won&apos;t let you go away if we ever meet again.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6753121408054274215</id><published>2010-02-19T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:16:44.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you've got boy is hard to find.</title><content type='html'>New format. Again.. :) Changed my blogskin, btw. And this is just an edit. I wasn't able to post anything substantial yesterday. And I was too tired to edit it lately in the morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept early yesterday. 12:00AM. Yeah, and what made me busy? Naaah, nothing. Just a bit of Facebook, Y!M and a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun last night. The earlier parts of it were boring and lame but the later part... it was the best. I laughed a lot. But I guess you don't have to know the details, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tie on the fave part of the day. The first was our activity in CLVE. It was very funny. All of us were really laughing. =)) The second was what happened last night, or morning, should I say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a midnight snack but after it, I was still hungry. I was craving for sweets, but my very nice little brother consumed the remaining stock for me. I was planning ask my Ate to buy me something to eat but I hesitated when she's at the door. Cause I'm afraid the stores are already closed. And she can't go to Mini Stop that time cause it's too dark and scary and everything. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just slept... craving. And hell yes, I would buy one when I wake up. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know what to add over here. Just let me sleep okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6753121408054274215?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6753121408054274215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6753121408054274215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6753121408054274215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh.html' title='What you&apos;ve got boy is hard to find.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6746055914290161455</id><published>2010-02-18T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:00:01.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bee, I'm a bee. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I can transform yaa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening blog. Haven't posted for some time, right? Well, I was really busy, and I mean it this time. :)) We're all suffering from projects and seatworks and stuffs. And it's making me go mad right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to tell you? Oh, yeah. We had a VERY funny but a bit gross debate in ELA. We all got +2's in the post test because T. Me-anne had a great time with our section. And that's a very good thing for us. We all need those pluses. Though it seems like we're losing it, Raia was able to go back on track. She's good, yes, we know it. :D Aldwin, for the first time ever, spoke a lot in ELA. He's got a lot on his mind and he defended the men very well. I wish he does that all the time, his recitations will be higher, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? We performed the Folk Dance we've been practicing for a few days. We only got a grade of 90, but for me that isn't bad anymore. We don't have the gracefulness, we aren't moving altogether and to top it all off, the boys aren't wearing any costume. They were just wearing their PE uniform. So yeah, Sir Ryan was really generous to our group that time. Thank God! I just hated my costume, a bit, because it kept exposing my strap. And yeah, I found it annoying. I kept on fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed watching the other groups. They were really great especially the organizer, Group 1. For the first time ever, I found *insertnamehere*'s jokes funny again. I swear. Blahblah, yes, I laughed at that part. But I don't remember the things I laughed at. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a lot, but I can't remember them anymore, which makes it disappointing. I could've shared with you some Knock Knock's I know. But, no way.. =)) It would sound corny if it's from me, for sure. Well, anyway.. highway. :D, I was happier in the afternoon. Very happy, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he waited for me... to give an answer on what he said. I was asking him, "Did you ask a question?" But merely the fact that he waited for me makes me blush and feel the sudden hotness already, so I made an excuse.. Since I should be heading to my locker that time, I told him I'll go there first. I tried to remember how to breathe properly, then went back there. I asked him what should say until I got what he means.. *skip, skip, skip* I won't say anything further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a quote, and it's my current status message in Y!M.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; know you're there. We don't have to rush things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not get what that means, but that doesn't matter. I just wish he could read that, but I still wish he would..... Okay, I won't talk about it here. Lol! =)) Sorry if I'm cutting my words. I just don't want to spit it out in public. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, okay. I'll try as best as I could not to mention anything at all. I kind of get irritated when someone's telling me something then they would change their minds and won't tell me what that is. And I'm actually doing it to you now, you might get irritated with me too. So I'm gonna stop it. I'll try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tomorrow's exams. Post test in ELA, quiz in Math. Wish I'll pass 'em. *crossfingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6746055914290161455?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6746055914290161455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-bee-im-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6746055914290161455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6746055914290161455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-bee-im-bee.html' title='I&apos;m a bee, I&apos;m a bee. :))'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-705863951803372081</id><published>2010-02-15T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:52:31.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this true? I wanna hear it one more time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's like the whole world stops to listen when you tell me you're in love, say it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love that song. Though it's been a year - I guess? - since it was first heard. Until now, I still really love the lyrics. ♥ Anyway, highway, Good evening Blog. And good evening to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was this day? It was very tiring, especially for my brain. We took an assessment test, they said it's an Asian Assessment something... and it really made my nose bleed. Lol, not literally, but it was hard, kind of easy at some parts, but majority, I don't really like long tests, at all. I don't feel comfortable after taking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I was remembering his voice when he called me. :"&gt; OMG, next topic? :)))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, lmao. I can't get over the topic above. And I hate it. I'm not supposed to write it on the blog, cause that's below the belt.. I mean, that's too much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What topic next? Had fun in Filipino. Laughed too much, actually. Even in the free times. My classmates are all children-at-heart. So, I hope you get the picture. XD They were playing, throwing this and that and stuff, eating during free times, and the like. That's what I love with our section. HAHA. And even if I'm not talking to anyone permanently, just by watching my classmates, I laugh and have fun. Sometimes, I get to chat shortly with Jourdese, Dadie, Kathrine, Maan and Micha, but only just for a while. The others too, just for a few words and all that then it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, this day has its drawbacks. We've got tons to do, reaction papers, research, print this, print that and all stuffs related to one-minute-do-this-and-that-then-print. That's the hardest part of being a high school student, especially when you're on the very last and most important quarter. They keep on asking you to buy this, bring this, print that, research on that. You know that kind of assignments? It really makes me go mad, especially when it's on researches. Sometimes, when I can't find what's asked to be found, I just photocopy other's works to have an assignment. Sssshhhhhh! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, laughed a lot in the service. Ate Djoanna's having so much fun. And I liked seeing her that way. She made me laugh. She was saying Eugene Domingo's lines in KimmyDora, "Go to hell! Get lost!" and more. I just forgot them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch Rubi. :)) Ang bidang kontrabida. Yeaah. Okay, goodnight folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelovelove! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-705863951803372081?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/705863951803372081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-true-i-wanna-hear-it-one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/705863951803372081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/705863951803372081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-true-i-wanna-hear-it-one-more.html' title='Is this true? I wanna hear it one more time.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-300298217784277684</id><published>2010-02-14T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:59:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choi!&lt;/b&gt; Today held two significant days in the calendar, Valentines Day and Chinese New Year. I wish we had tikoys here at home. I would really love one. :D Good thing, we have chocolates here at home. And like my usual habit during Valentines, I treat myself. I buy myself chocolates, roses and stuff. In that way, I receive sweet things. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna tell you what happened yesterday. ^^ Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday; February 13, 2010. Farewell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said we have a meeting in Dance Club this Saturday, so I attended. For attendance's sake, mehn. I wasn't really going to make something fruitful out of this meeting, but then... I regretted thinking that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir told us what some of the teachers told him after or maybe during our performance. I guess they didn't appreciate it, after all. Then, he told us about the result of this year's performances as a whole. He didn't just mention the positive remarks but even the negative ones. He told us those things frankly. He even told us he might not be the one to handle the members of the Dance Club next year. He also informed us that if we still want to join next year, we need to audition, which is kind of a burden to us. But I really want this club so see you in the audition days next school year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grouped us into two and asked us to prepare a dance without a music, but consists of 4 64-seconds steps. We weren't able to finish those but we were able to come up with a dance. Sir kept taking pictures and videos of us... I don't know what that means from the start. When we performed, he took a video of us. He even took a video of Kuya Rosh and Jemai's showdown. So yeah, that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The losers are supposed to treat the winners an ice cream cone. And since we lost, we're supposed to pay for it. But sir asked us to get ice creams for ourselves and he payed for them. Then we took pictures and he was teary-eyed for some times. I really think he's going to leave us permanently. T. Beth was even there watching - which is very unusual for her to do. That might even be her first time. Awww. I'm gonna miss Sir Ryan very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Dance Club, we went to McDo. I bought myself a McFlurry. I was with Yen, Ate Rollyn and Kuya Rosh. We goofed around a lot. I think we're the noisiest table there. Take note, we're only four. =))) Yen showed me how to play Patapon, but unfortunately, I wasn't able to get it. *wallbash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after consuming our order, we left for RFC. Ate Rollyn's dying to go there. We saw where the Badminton varsities were going when they're gonna train. Then we went home. Ate Rollyn told me that was a date, of four. x)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Melai, Paul Jake and Jason, my bets. Of course you know who won in them right? Melai -BIG Winner, PJ - 2nd BIG Placer, Jason - 3rd BIG Placer. Sadly, I wasn't able to watch the Big Night. They were like postponing the announcement kasi. The commercials are too long and they've spent too much time. It's already late at night and I can't stay awake any longer. And so, no matter how reluctant I am, I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday; February 14, 2010. Love love love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting that I would be so happy today. I had a nice sleep and I woke up happily. I watched some cartoons with my brother and heard mass. He still wasn't texting me, but I saw something in Facebook. *nuff said*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating too much chocolates today. Well, I bought them on my own as a treat for myself. This is my habit every vday. So yeah, I still wish we have tikoy here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played some chords on the guitar for my mom again, as she requested. I sang while playing, cause that's her request too. She appreciated it, and that was enough. :) I'm glad she did. She inspired me to learn more songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my Project in Health today. I just have to print it and paste it on a scrapbook then it's done. I'm currently doing this reaction papers in different subjects and a broschure for ELA. So wish me luck from them. I wish I won't go nuts. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon. And goodnight, later. :-h Thanks fer reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-300298217784277684?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/300298217784277684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/300298217784277684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/300298217784277684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-fairytale.html' title='Today was a fairytale.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8860767535802919783</id><published>2010-02-13T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:28:32.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm balancing on one fine wire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I think I felt my heart skip a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way you take my hand is just so sweet. :"&gt; And that crooked smile of yours, it knocks me off my feet.&lt;/i&gt; Lol. :))  Okay. HAHA. Good evening Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for failing you the past days. I was really busy, I mean it. Very busy. And yes, we even had our fieldtrip. Since the memories of it were still fresh in my mind, let me tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday; February 11, 2010. Fieldtrip Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3:19 when I was supposed to be up at 3:30.  Then, I ate, dressep up, checked if I got all the things I needed then went to Ate DJ's car and zoomed to school. When I got there, I noticed that most of the first years were Pasteur. Then we went upstairs then went to the court and took some pictures. I was looking around, searching.. for someone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw him, after a few minutes of searching. That seemed years for me. He seemed impossible to find with those bunch of people in the court. I felt like roaming around when I can't see him but then he appeared, and I felt better. I really wanna describe how he looks like and what he wears but.. I can't, for certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to fall in line and listen to their reminders. Well, as an excited student, I wasn't listening. I was texting, chatting and laughing there. :"&gt; *skip* I only listened when they were telling us our destinations, bus numbers, groups. The rest of the minutes weren't idly spent for I was staring at him, then, looking at something else, and staring back again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skip* Then, we're on the bus. He's texting me and that's what made my day. :D I was eating, drinking and laughing with everyone. We traveled for four hours from Manila to Bataan. We stopped somewhere in the expressway, then traveled again. I wasn't able to sleep much from that cause I was overwhelmed.. I was watching Son of The Mask, he said he watched this for a couple of times. :DDDDD Anyway, I saw the cross from the window and that made me more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road taking us to the Dambana ng Kagitingan was some kind of zigzag and &lt;i&gt;matarik&lt;/i&gt;. I heard the clutch for a couple of times, especially on the way down. And when we reached the place, I felt a bit dizzy and wobbled a couple of times. I don't know why. :)) Then, we went to the museum, climbed up the blood stones and reached the cross. Too bad the elevators weren't working so we weren't able to get up, which was very frustrating. But atleast we were there. The others weren't. And I don't think they'll get a refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled again to Subic, this time. But because the 2ndyears and 3rdyears aren't finished with the TreeTop adventure, we went to Freeport Exchange first. They said it was Duty Free, but it isn't. x)) So I wanted this hourglass made of jelly-like, water substance. Their colors were blue and green. I wanted them badly, but because they cost $3.80, I'm afraid I'll get scolded by my Mom for buying something nonsense out of my money. I just decided to buy M&amp;amp;M's Peanut for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the TreeTop Adventure next. They couldn't pospone us any further. We saw some 2ndyears and 3rdyears there. We were asked to do the Centipede something first, to be able to go to the next stations. We lost but we won on the second game. The one where you've got to pass through the ropes without touching them. ;) It wasn't a fair game, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went ziplining. At first, I was very nervous. When I was going to the other side, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, it even made Kathrine let go of her grip just to pat me, persuading me to stop screaming. She thought I was going to die. =))) But, really, I just want to release my tension. When we went back to the other side, I was able to enjoy it more. I wasn't scared of it anymore, and I was really having fun. I love the wind on my hair, the speed and the height. In short, everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we tried the mini bunjee jump, or the tree drop. It was the best for me. ;) I was the second from all the firstyears who tried. And the first girl. That made me feel better. They said our batch was braver, I do think so. But I wasn't able to see the first batch for myself. Anyway, I fell and it was fast and it made me dizzy. But nevertheless, it was super FUN! I really want another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, we rode on the Canopy Ride. It was dark but we still enjoyed it. It was slow and very relaxing. The funny part was after it. Someone surprised us from the trees but it wasn't that convincing. It was still an enjoyable ride. I couldn't say much of it though, cause we weren't able to see much from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ends it up. We traveled back to Manila and reached home 1:00am. It was my first time to go home at that time. I had a lot of firsts in this trip. The ziplining, treedrop, canopyride, and many more. &lt;3 It was the best fieldtrip I ever went at! I wouldn't forget this one! =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll just post today's happenings on tomorrow's post. :)&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch PBB Big Date on the Big Night. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8860767535802919783?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8860767535802919783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-balancing-on-one-fine-wire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8860767535802919783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8860767535802919783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-balancing-on-one-fine-wire.html' title='I&apos;m balancing on one fine wire.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6848387497934763734</id><published>2010-02-10T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:52:32.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am trying not to tell you but I want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Field trip na bukas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And I think you find it rather irritating. That line has been appearing to my last posts for a lot of times. :) But I don't care. Eh sa excited akong magfield trip eh. Paki niyo ba? It's my account, I can post anything I want. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong at that part. Lol. I was just trying to annoy that someone who seems to get irritated with my post. I mean, STFU. It's my account, not hers. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're gonna have our Educational - HAHA. If it's really educational - Field Trip. Our destinations are Mt. Samat in Bataan and Subic. We're gonna have ziplining, mini bunjee jump and canope walk. :D I hope it'll be fun. Well, for sure, it would. And as usual, every year, my most fave part is when we're in the bus. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I love our t-shirt. It has glitters on it... it's the most wonderful graphical tee I have in my closet! Really. Honestly speaking, I really want to have another shirt. A personalized one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should I say? Ugh. Valentines day. Screw that day. That's only for the lovers. And I'm single, so I won't enjoy it, definitely. I just hope I'll be able to find something to do on Sunday so that I won't just eat and eat and eat. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ♥'s beating again. *Like it ever stopped. ;)* End of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! Have a nice day tomorrow. =p~ To all of us having a field trip tomorrow, let's enjoy it, arayt? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6848387497934763734?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6848387497934763734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-trying-not-to-tell-you-but-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6848387497934763734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6848387497934763734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-trying-not-to-tell-you-but-i-want.html' title='I am trying not to tell you but I want to.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-2553828434337074292</id><published>2010-02-07T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:32:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you love someone without getting hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Carinosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. Gabi na. Wala ako malagay. Bukas ko na lang i-eedit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&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/6652494151751467585-2553828434337074292?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2553828434337074292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-love-someone-without-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2553828434337074292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2553828434337074292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-love-someone-without-getting.html' title='How do you love someone without getting hurt?'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6068333306577205108</id><published>2010-02-05T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:06:36.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm counting the seconds until you break the silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;And it cut me like a knife when you walked out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening blog. :D How's life? Just answer me in my chatbox, 'kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy tonight. Wanna know why? Oh, for sure, you wouldn't care if I'm happy. :)) But I would share it, anyway. I could play a song now. But I still need a copy in order to do so. It's Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me. I know it's old and it's been played again and again last year. But it's got easy chords that I could play. That's why I played it thrice to make my hands used to the chords. And I'm glad I was able to play it well. Not bad for a newbie like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad about it. He said, "Edi ayos." They don't seem too enthusiastic about this one. Even the Oral Defense. I understand them. They're not experiencing it. That's why they won't appreciate it the way that I do. I will just practice more and more to be able to play a song for them when they come home. In that way, they might be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 18 Days - Saving Abel again, after a few months. I even deleted it in my phone already. I didn't played it purpose, actually, it was the song after the one I was trying to memorize. And since it's playing, and it doesn't sound so bad, I'm listening to it again. It's been 18 days since I first held you. But to me it feels just like, it feels like a lifetime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all us - Freshmen students for surviving the Oral Defense. I can't believe I was able to make it, unharmed. Lol. A lot of second year students are frightening me with the panel's attitudes. They said that in order to have a high grade, we must make the panel speechless with our answers. And to be able to do that, we must understand our investigatory project very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say that I was good in that, our panel was too tame. The other group even called it FUNel. =)) But they're right. They made their points regarding our IP but they didn't ask much questions compared to the panel today. Good thing they weren't our panel. Instead of the panels being speechless, we might be the one not being able to answer because of the questions they're hitting us one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we have a good grade. I really really wish so. I've worked for this very hard, we all had, and we deserved a pretty nice grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should I say? I guess I don't have much stories tonight compared to the others. Oh, we had an activity in CLVE. I was one of the leaders, and my station was the Canteen. The fun part there was eating... I mean, asking the members of the groups going in my station if they could treat me even just a bar of chocolate or something to drink, then, if they say yes.. I would say thank you and go to the counter and buy something for myself. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, I guess. Good night and thanks for reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6068333306577205108?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6068333306577205108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-counting-seconds-until-you-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6068333306577205108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6068333306577205108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-counting-seconds-until-you-break.html' title='I&apos;m counting the seconds until you break the silence.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1333759079226741887</id><published>2010-02-04T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:43:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got all these symptoms of a girl with a broken heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;DRAFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP's finished! Finally, after months of sleeping late researching, buying this and that, printing this and that, passing this and that, we've come to the end of this Investigatory Project. There are those times that I cursed it, because I can't relax because of it, but there are those times that I loved it, because I had fun doing it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most unwanted day of the IP is the Oral Defense. But though I feared it ever since I heard it, I am proud to say that I faced it. :D And that I survived it. Anyway, good evening blog. I've been saying lame things in that freaky intro. Sorry for that one. But I was just saying that I survived our Oral Defense. I was surprised how fast it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I put here? Now Playing: Automatic - Tokio Hotel. ;) There no real love in you. Why do I keep loving you? HAHAHA. Just felt like singing it. I love it's music video. The one with the robots in it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a few chords on my guitar. I still can't play a song, but I can play chords. Not that bad for a newbie. But I really want to play a song.. I mean, the whole song. I am able to play the first verse of A Place in this World by Taylor Swift but that's just the first verse. The next chords are powerchords kasi. And I still don't know how to play them, so I'm stuck with the simple chords, Em, E, A, C, D, G, C9. Yeah. That's the only chords I've played so far. And I'm currently practicing how to transfer my fingers and how to strum the guitar. I hope I'm doing good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. I'm sooooo sleepy. Still have to get up early tomorrow. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1333759079226741887?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1333759079226741887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-all-these-symptoms-of-girl-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1333759079226741887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1333759079226741887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-all-these-symptoms-of-girl-with.html' title='I&apos;ve got all these symptoms of a girl with a broken heart.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4226250063645816521</id><published>2010-01-31T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:52:48.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first love broke my heart for the first time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thought you'd always be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Bieberrific! :D Lol. Love that song. Anyway, good afternoon Blog! Sorry for not being able to post yesterday... and also for my lame posts the past days. Well, how could I phrase it? I was really tired the whole week. I still wasn't able to refill my strength. My legs still ache and I'm still having a hungover with the Palaro. I still don't want to got to school and study tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I hate about Palaro weeks is that it makes me dead. A bit literally, huh? It makes me hit the sack and look like a dead person while sleeping. That's how tired I am. I daren't look at myself or even look at a picture my cousin took. I don't wanna see how I look. They say it's funny, well, I guess it is too. But I just don't wanna see it. I'm afraid I might go, "Is that really me?" :D And that would make them all laugh harder. I wanna spoil their fun. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blogskin. I've been with the last one for a while. I love my new skin today! Lightning! :x And I love the icon beside my blog name.. the one found in the tabs.. (Try opening another tab and you'll see it.) It's a lightning sign, changing color. I just love the way it looks. I'm a bit fascinated with random things these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red day. x_x Ugh. My blank is aching. I don't know what is the English of that term. :)) But it hurts. My temper's a bit uncontrollable today. I've raised my voice a couple of times now - considering it's still afternoon. ^^ I feel awful, I just lay down, maybe read a book or type something. I don't wanna get up and walk and walk and I run errands to get things I need. Lazy much? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle I could write a lot today. It's still afternoon and a lot of things could happen later in the evening. But I don't think I could go online again later. I wanna have a long rest. I mean, a very long one. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself my own guitar yesterday. And I just didn't like it, at all. In fact, I loved it! c: Very. Though, I don't think it's in the right tune. Imma ask T. May to tune it for me. No one here knows how to do it, anyway. So I'd have to wait for two more days in order to play it right. I'm now searching for some chords so that I could practice them. I tried to play some but they don't sound as they sounded with the professionals.. Maybe it's with my plucking or something? I've double-checked my chords and my fingers and they're all right. Oh nevermind. I'll be able to play that someday. I wish so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating another chocolate bar. I gotta go. :-h Thanks fer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new format for a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;twozeroonezero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-4226250063645816521?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4226250063645816521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-love-broke-my-heart-for-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4226250063645816521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4226250063645816521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-love-broke-my-heart-for-first.html' title='My first love broke my heart for the first time.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5177151178449497116</id><published>2010-01-29T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:45:47.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tinatamad pa rin ako magpost ngayon. Bukas na lang kaya? Ng tanghali. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Blog. :D So sorry fer this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5177151178449497116?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5177151178449497116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/tinatamad-pa-rin-ako-magpost-ngayon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5177151178449497116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5177151178449497116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/tinatamad-pa-rin-ako-magpost-ngayon.html' title=''/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1557913036881074615</id><published>2010-01-28T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:09:06.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you love me. I know you care.</title><content type='html'>Tinatamad akong magpost ngayon. Masyado akong masaya para magpost. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night na lang po. I'm soooooo busy tonight. Sorry guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-1557913036881074615?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1557913036881074615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-you-love-me-i-know-you-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1557913036881074615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1557913036881074615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-you-love-me-i-know-you-care.html' title='You know you love me. I know you care.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-188633182947828325</id><published>2010-01-27T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:12:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I thought you told me you'd never leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You said you love me. &lt;i&gt;Why did you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; o_o --&gt; Remembered that old quote from a picture I once saw when I was still a noob in Tumblr. Well, now, I could say, posts have gone better than before. Good evening, btw. I forgot the greeting. How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I would still say that my day was okay. Rather different from the other days of Palaro. The first reason why is that I played too much. I ran here and there just to avoid getting myself hit by the ball in Tamaang Tao. Good thing we won. The game was really tiring and all our opponents were good. Some even got injured, but now they're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the Dalton boys as they play against Darwin. Okay. No more comments at this one. I promised myself I would forget this. Referee's decision, yeah. Okaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm stuck in the classroom trying to figure out what to do. I tried to sleep but they're playing a music which is loud and made me jump off the mat and just find something to make me busy. I wanted to go down and buy something to eat but then again, I wanted to make an UNO castle. I even thought of making a tower. I just wish I'll be able to do that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed our output in IP. I guess that it's pretty much better that our first one. We made certain changes and corrections... and we're finished. Paolo's off to bookbind them then. And I'm supposed to give the others copies of our IP for them to study and print. I'm also supposed to make a presentation for it. Ugh. I'm supposed to be relaxing, right? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tug-of-War was awesome. We got the 3rd place but we sure had fun. :) Very much. I laughed at some of the faces I saw and took a vid of our players during the game. Hahaha. They're great, though they didn't win. They did their best, and I could see it in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else am I going to say? I opened my Tumblr and liked and reblogged a lot. :) Actually, I enjoyed the posts today cause they're all funny and true. I even opened my Plurk and chatted with my friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sleepy. I gotta go. I'm afraid I can't place any colors in here anymore. Thanks for reading, anyway. Good night! Wish me luck for tomorrow's games. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Anybody could've told you right from the start it's about to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;one&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-188633182947828325?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/188633182947828325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-im-gonna-find-way-to-make-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/188633182947828325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/188633182947828325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-im-gonna-find-way-to-make-it.html' title='Tonight, I&apos;m gonna find a way to make it without you.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4091237167063474834</id><published>2010-01-26T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:54:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You shake my shivers off.</title><content type='html'>I lost the draft. I mean, blogger isn't working in my Google Chrome tonight. Everything I placed there were gone. I entered a lot there... But... Ugh. Could I edit this tomorrow? I'm feeling oh so sleepy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Palaro's giving me this sleepy thing. :|&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I had sooo much fun today. That's what I'm gonna share. And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; ATE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DJO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Edited. /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Music starts. Listen, hot stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be typing the draft I made last night - if I could still recall it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started with a volleyball game with Darwin girls. We won, and it made us - especially me - happy. Then we watched the basketball game of Pasteur and Roentgen. It was very funny. Ricard scored a lot when the first five of Roentgen were substituted by the other players. Though they weren't able to exceed from their opponent's score, I'm sure they had a great time. They got almost the whole audience around the court cheering for them whenever they score a point. We all but stand and cheer so loud whenever they do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our game with Pasteur girls rescheduled today. That's supposed to be tomorrow. We lost. But that's how a game is. We just have to accept our defeat. And we could still run for the second place, right? We should never loose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said too much in the draft. But now, I just can't remember what I placed in there. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ate Djoanna's birthday party cheered me up. Her second year friends kept me laughing. We had a great time. We even played 7Up. And all of us, except Ate Czar, ended up looking like ez-pehy-zols. =)) We took some pictures of ourselves and I really wanna have a copy of all our pics. You know, remembrance. All of those guys were very friendly. I swear. ;) And the food's so delish. I loved the cake with ice cream! It was really mouthwatering. I would've grabbed another slice but I was embarrassed with the others. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You take a drink to get your courage up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-4091237167063474834?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4091237167063474834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-shake-my-shivers-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4091237167063474834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4091237167063474834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-shake-my-shivers-off.html' title='You shake my shivers off.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5668088834363514469</id><published>2010-01-25T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:44:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm talking pedicure on my toes, toes. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of pedicure, Grazielle said &lt;s&gt;I can't paint my &lt;i&gt;nails&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. They might disqualify me. So I have no choice but to let my toes be for a week. Isn't that awful? I could've colored it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; or something. Maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fuchsia pink&lt;/span&gt;? Yeaah! And maybe black with my hands. That's more &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dalton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-y. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've got this &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;injured&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; feet. Why do I always get injured in the Palaro? And to top it all off, I always get it when it's still the first day or something. I couldn't play some of my games 'cause of that. My ate said I could play volleyball tomorrow. But is she really sure of that? &lt;i&gt;AAARRGGGGHHH!&lt;/i&gt; My feet really aches. And she said there was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;bump&lt;/span&gt;. Omg! Noooo. I should get better tomorrow or I won't be able to play. I couldn't loose that opportunity. x_x *wallbash*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sht. Could I say that? Lol, moving on, Grace is &lt;b&gt;paos&lt;/b&gt; already. Why haven't I experienced being paos? I wanna go through it. So that I know how it feels. My voice will go &lt;i&gt;throaty&lt;/i&gt;... and it will sound low and scary. A lot of people with sore throat experience that. But what if you'll get your voice higher when you're paos? Is that possible? =)) Why not? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TK said it was &lt;u&gt;hard being paos&lt;/u&gt;. But maybe I still wanna try. It made me feel uncertain tuloy. XD Maybe that would &lt;i&gt;make my conduct higher&lt;/i&gt;, cause I won't speak too much. But how could I scream at my naughty lil' bro if I got an aching throat? I just realized that one just now. Maybe I really don't want to be paos. Hehe. I'll just be thankful of not experiencing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our team lost at &lt;u&gt;Obstacle Relay&lt;/u&gt;. Which is very frustrating. My previous teams - where I was a player - used to win. Well, that's changing things. It just means that not because you're in the team, you're gonna win. &lt;b&gt;Things change.&lt;/b&gt; :D Oh well, it's just a game, and I had fun. Though my feet hurt a little. After I ran, I started to feel the pain, and that started everything. I &lt;i&gt;punched&lt;/i&gt; my feet - if you could call it punching. x)) It became better after a few minutes but still, it was kind of painful. Kind of. I just have to watch my steps and the way I move my feet so that it won't hurt again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Paolo, Jared, Niel, Joshua, Renzo, Paul, Jemai, JP, Xander and Aldwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Imma share this to you all. They won their first match with Darwin. But it was a tough fight. Darwin's players were good too. It really was a nice fight. Congratulations to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Raia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too! She won her game in Scrabble. She's such an intelligent girl. ;) Oh, and to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;zo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Pasteur) and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Roentgen) -- did I get the spelling right? -- The Pasteurs won their first game in Volleyball. The Legionaires won the Obstacle Relay. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else am I gonna put here? Oh, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CHEERDANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;~ They were sooooo great. I was like o_o the whole moment. Really. I wasn't even able to take a video of them because was just gobsmacked at their performance. And I was a bit disappointed with the stalls this year. &lt;u&gt;Jollibee&lt;/u&gt; was not there, even the ice cream thinggy. I loved that place! I used to buy &lt;b&gt;Coffee Crumble&lt;/b&gt; there and it's soooo delicious. Oh, I remember the name. &lt;i&gt;Milko?&lt;/i&gt; Not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. I wanna eat my noodles now. Thanks fer reading. :-h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Acceptance. --&gt; Kind of a foreign word for me. But I'm starting to learn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm. :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-5668088834363514469?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5668088834363514469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/cause-when-i-leave-for-night-i-aint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5668088834363514469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5668088834363514469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/cause-when-i-leave-for-night-i-aint.html' title='Cause when I leave for the night, I ain&apos;t coming back.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-2651512072287043887</id><published>2010-01-24T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:41:49.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every bad situation have something positive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Even a dead clock shows the correct time twice a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll be waiting for you. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*insert Korean lyrics here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Good evening Blog. Yeah. I was able to blog. :) Good thing I made time fer this one. I don't wanna skip blogging even for a day. Naaah. Boo me! I don't even have anything senseful to say in my posts. And to top it off, nobody reads my blog. XD Too much pessimism? Well, that's better than being &lt;s&gt;sarcastic&lt;/s&gt;, isn't it? Atleast, I'm true to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I can't understand what I'm typing in here. :)) I just let my hand go over the keyboard. I'm actually thinking about my &lt;i&gt;hairdo&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow. As you all know - I hope you all know - I have a &lt;b&gt;long hair and long bangs&lt;/b&gt;. Lol, I couldn't call them &lt;s&gt;BANGS&lt;/s&gt; anymore. They don't look like one. They're long now. And the problem is, I dunno what will I do to my hair for it to stay up tomorrow. I mean, they won't allow me to play if my hair's all scattered to my face. If those bangs of mine aren't clipped or something, I won't be able to play. Or that's what they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no point in disobeying rules. We need to &lt;u&gt;win&lt;/u&gt; this Palaro. And how the heck could we enjoy it if we get &lt;s&gt;disqualified&lt;/s&gt; in one of our games? What if that's the only game you have. You'll get infuriated, for sure. Good thing I have &lt;u&gt;&lt;blink&gt;four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's not that we're gonna die if we didn't win. I just want to win. Just fer that &lt;i&gt;fuggin'&lt;/i&gt; grade in PE. Our first practical test depends on our &lt;b&gt;rank&lt;/b&gt; in the games. And if we won &lt;b&gt;first place&lt;/b&gt; on some, we will receive &lt;u&gt;plus points&lt;/u&gt;. I guess that's still the way it is in highschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited to see the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; Cheerdance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't able to see it finished, really. But I was able to see the first part. Those dancers there aren't &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt;. They're too good. :D But honestly speaking, their performance is a &lt;i&gt;must-watch&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Epicureans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; We can do it. ;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Stay positive in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Charm. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-2651512072287043887?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2651512072287043887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-bad-situation-have-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2651512072287043887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2651512072287043887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-bad-situation-have-something.html' title='Every bad situation have something positive.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-192560374785793559</id><published>2010-01-23T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:11:46.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never knew this could cause too much pressure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Must be the nerves. x|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got my card.&lt;/b&gt; I'm supposed to be celebrating, right? I made it to the &lt;u&gt;honor roll&lt;/u&gt;. But why the fck am I not happy? Maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized something today. It's not with the &lt;s&gt;awards and recognitions&lt;/s&gt; you get that measures your happiness. It's something more... I can't put it into words, but this happiness is only felt when you feel so &lt;i&gt;contented and satisfied.&lt;/i&gt; Which definitely I'm not, at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, haven't blogged fer days. I'm sooo sorry for that. I just don't feel like blogging. I don't want to put all the lameness and boredness of my life here so I just thought to pass. :D I don't have anything to tell you all, in the first place. My days are all - well, some of them aren't - boring. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanna blog nao. I wanna share this one. &lt;u&gt;I LOVE OUR JERSEY SO MUCH.&lt;/u&gt; :* It's black with a touch of fuchsia pink. Too girly, eh? It's not because of the pink thing. Well, that's a part of it. Though I hate pink... - I think it's too &lt;i&gt;girly&lt;/i&gt; (as if I don't have too much pink in my wardrobe) - I just love the way it blended with black. &lt;b&gt;Marvelous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nails are colored pink. I mean, light pink. My bag is pinkish, so as my pencil case. What d'you say with that one? Too much pink in my life, isn't it? But my real fave color is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;. I've also noticed that my cabinet's filled with green and violet stuffs. I guess, I'm just that colorful. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Palaro&lt;/span&gt;. That's the reason I wanna blog again. At least, there'll be a change in my topics for the next few days. They'll all be about how the games went. Maybe about our stand in the level. I'll try to blog that one, if ever I get to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; last last last &lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, I know it's a school day but I managed to fit it in my sched. We haven't got any assignment that day. Or, I just forgot that we had. :)) But yeah, I'm that kind of student. I'm not a study freak or something. &lt;b&gt;I just study when I feel like I want to.&lt;/b&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma update this later. It's too early for me to blog. I still have to eat my lunch. I'm a bit hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. What am I supposed to ask from my mom and dad? Mind helping me? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;iTouch? iPhone?&lt;/span&gt; -- Naah. That's way too &lt;s&gt;expensive&lt;/s&gt;. And besides, I already have a phone. Maybe I'll just go with the iTouch. -- How about another shopping spree? Or books? Ugh. I wanna have all, but I have to choose one. Arg. I'm way too &lt;u&gt;undecided&lt;/u&gt;. x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;The truth is all that I can hear everytime you lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm. &lt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-192560374785793559?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/192560374785793559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-never-knew-this-could-cause-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/192560374785793559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/192560374785793559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-never-knew-this-could-cause-too-much.html' title='I never knew this could cause too much pressure.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6805382668092665593</id><published>2010-01-20T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:22:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And as the cold air blows through me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I feel a wave of pain from what you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good evening Blog!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry for not being able to post fer &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt;. I'm &lt;i&gt;busy&lt;/i&gt; - or, I pretend to be. :)) Anyway, Imma post lots of pictures here. I found them all in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tumblr,&lt;/span&gt; and I just like to share them all with you guys. I hope you like them, cause I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwjt1nvmcf1qa7g6uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooow~ That was exhilarating. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 321px;" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwjphr60hb1qa6esco1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we should know that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 383px;" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwjt40ieHO1qa7ze6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I get drunk at that? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 303px;" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwedwaDNna1qzkfbqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a collector's must-have! I feel like having one too. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, so those are the pictures I've been talking about. Know why I posted them? First, cause I dunno what I would say here. Second, it's because I'm eating. :D I have to munch something then type, so I have a really short time in typing. Third, I don't wanna say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;. I shouldn't go talking about it, especially in places like this. It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;. :) Last, I wanted to make this post longer. I haven't blogged for days! x_x &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dang it, IP. You're killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of acquiring an imitation of the &lt;u&gt;star and moon necklace&lt;/u&gt; of Jan Di. I'm just weighing my options. What do you think - a new book, a graphical tee, loads of chocolates *you're gonna buy 'em yourself*, the necklace? What am I gonna choose? I'm totally undecided with all of these. I really want to read a new book, it's gonna be Palaro next week. What do you think am I supposed to do aside from playing, goofing around and eating? I might read a book. On the other hand, I want a new tee. The one with a domokun in it. Really! I want that. But I'm also craving of &lt;blink&gt;CHOCOLATES&lt;/blink&gt;, and I don't just mean one - I mean LOTS OF THEM! Oh my. What? ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, what else? Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOF&lt;/span&gt; again. Yeah. And I &lt;u&gt;loved it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, as always&lt;/span&gt;. Though it wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; funny, it was good. I would've preferred an episode &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funnier&lt;/span&gt; than that, though. Cause I'm a bit down at the moment, and Gail was &lt;s&gt;heartbroken&lt;/s&gt; and all that. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone. I just sneaked from the room to come and update this. XD Thanks fer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is how I feel, and it's so surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;one&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6652494151751467585-6805382668092665593?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6805382668092665593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-as-cold-air-blows-through-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6805382668092665593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6805382668092665593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-as-cold-air-blows-through-me.html' title='And as the cold air blows through me'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8045436462905155205</id><published>2010-01-17T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:54:03.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause L-O-V-E's not with this was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Don't take it personally cause we were never in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the music vid of &lt;b&gt;Starstrukk&lt;/b&gt; again. I'm just so hooked up. x)) Well, that's life. Who cares if I watch this again and again and again? Oh, well, better get on with what happened today. I shouldn't keep you waiting. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me give you a breakdown of the events today. It isn't much of a production, but it's still a great day for me. And the very reason is, I just finished reading Sophie Kinsella's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Confessions of A Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;. And it was the &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt;! Really. Better than &lt;u&gt;Twenties Girl&lt;/u&gt;. But I like both books. Sophie's so good at this. I feel like reading her other books - primarily the sequels of Confessions of A Shopaholic. Books like &lt;i&gt;Shopaholic takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties The Knot, Shopaholic and Sister, Shopaholic and Baby&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not really sure if they're a sequel to the first one but I hope they are. I just want to see what happens to Becky and Luke. They're such a funny couple. :'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is supposed to be about my day isn't it? HAHAHA. So here it goes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Fiesta everyone!&lt;/span&gt; I woke up and read the book, - you know what for sure - took a bath, got dressed and went to SM to widraw. I went there with my cousin. We also went to Ridge Crest to see if the house of her girlfriend's being started but unfortunately, not yet. So we went back home to fetch my gramma and helper and we went straight to my Aunt's house. We're going to eat there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I snatched some XO Caramel Candies from the jar on the table and consumed them before lunch. I was still reading the book and I have no immediate plans to stop yet at that time. I was so engrossed with the events and I was so absorbed by the story. It was really awesome! I know exactly how Becky feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate Menudo and I placed a lot of rice in my plate. x_x I'm getting fatter and fatter. Well, I just weighed myself to found out I alread y weigh &lt;b&gt;40 kilos&lt;/b&gt;. I was like, &lt;i&gt;"Is this scale broken?"&lt;/i&gt; It's just fckin' impossible for me to weigh this much. Last time I weighed myself to that fuggin' scale, I was only &lt;s&gt;27 kilos&lt;/s&gt;, for crying out loud! Yeah. How could I throw up that weight in Christmas vacation? No wonder why I feel heavy. Well, that's my plan isn't it? HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read more of the book then had Palabok, Puto, - from Goldilocks; love &lt;i&gt;love!&lt;/i&gt; :x - and Buko Salad. That's when I felt I'm really full I might throw up. They were telling me to eat more and putting all those you're-never-gonna-eat-again-so-eat-all-these food. I had no choice but to eat them all up instead. So after trying to put all those stuffs in my stomach - oh, poor stomach of mine - I felt like throwing up. Good thing my tummy has no mouth. If it has, it'll be screamin' at the top of it's lungs, &lt;i&gt;"I'M &lt;b&gt;FUUUUULLLL&lt;/b&gt;!"&lt;/i&gt; XD The very thought of it makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Jourdese's house yesterday. We had sooo much fun. Lemme share you this photo of me and Lala, Jourdese's youngest sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S1MUn6E-ODI/AAAAAAAAACE/EQ7UheoeSks/s1600-h/011620101062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S1MUn6E-ODI/AAAAAAAAACE/EQ7UheoeSks/s320/011620101062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427704651749144626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; adorable, isn't she? I feel like huggin' her right at this moment. I wanna come back to Jourdese's home!!! =p~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless again to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Abby, Paul, Ate Wendy, Kuya Max&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all the other participants of &lt;b&gt;Mr &amp;amp; Ms. Palaro 2010&lt;/b&gt;. Break a leg, guys! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, good night folks. I still have to send an e-mail to Dad about the movies and Kathrine for that bloody IP. Thanks fer reading. :-h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Running away doesn't solve anything. The longer you leave it, the worse it'll get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm. ;pp&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/6652494151751467585-8045436462905155205?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8045436462905155205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/cause-l-o-v-es-not-with-this-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8045436462905155205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8045436462905155205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/cause-l-o-v-es-not-with-this-was.html' title='&apos;Cause L-O-V-E&apos;s not with this was.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S1MUn6E-ODI/AAAAAAAAACE/EQ7UheoeSks/s72-c/011620101062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3324432182178517206</id><published>2010-01-15T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:52:52.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make the same mistake twice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Marami pang kasalanan diyan. Try mo naman yung iba. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeaaah. That's right. Saw that one in Tumblr. Enjoyed using it, btw. Ugh. I forgot to use Plurk naman. Bommir. *bisakol mode* HAHAHA. Anyway, I can't go to T. Tessa's house this late. First, it's dangerous. Next, I'm sleepy. That's it. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good eve, btw. HMMM? What am I going to say? ;o I'm currently speechless at the moment. But I'm still gonna post tonight. Whtev. I just want too. I feel like my day isn't complete without an entry in Blogger. Though I don't really put sensible things here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me for my posts. I'm just not good at this one. They said I am. WHY DID THEY LIE? =))) Lol. Nvermind that. I was just kiddin'. We're going to do our IP tomorrow at Jourdese's house. Funny, right? I find it funny, sorry. x))) But yeah, we're really going there. Upon reaching home, Imma make my project in Filipino and Health. This week and the next is pretty hectic. It's the week before the Palaro. I wish I could still concentrate on studying by that week. Especially FRIDAY! :DD This is the only week we could play all day. No study, no homeworks, no pressure. Just pure F-U-N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Go Abby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know you can do it. Oh, and God bless to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well. I don't want to expect anything. Let's just see what happens. But no matter what, we're always here and we're all proud of you two. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. I feel sleepy. Okay, I'll better go and get some rest. I'll have to be early tomorrow. 8:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks fer reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Missing you isn't the the hardest part. Knowing that I once had you is what breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm. &gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-3324432182178517206?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3324432182178517206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-make-same-mistake-twice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3324432182178517206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3324432182178517206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-make-same-mistake-twice.html' title='Don&apos;t make the same mistake twice.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-2585641937909575559</id><published>2010-01-14T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:00:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In silence, I found no rejection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;And in silence, no one owns you but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad said I could buy a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;:P Yeeeey! I feel like jumping for joy right at this moment. Hahaha. But if I did, I might bump in my hanging cabinet. I'll be saying, &lt;b&gt;"SOLIIIID!"&lt;/b&gt; if ever I bumped at that one. Lol. It's hard and it would hurt, definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I surprised myself this evening. I accidentally clicked a kpop song - &lt;u&gt;Stand By Me  by Shinee&lt;/u&gt; to be more exact. :)) Why did I find it flabbergasting? Oh, I just thought I'm not addicted with BOF songs now. But I still looooovveeeeee them!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;3333333&lt;/span&gt; I just love their songs. And what I love about them are not just their tunes but their lyrics as well. I love it when I hear songs I don't even understand. I just find it cute. I remembered my Gramma complaining last last night. She was saying, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Charlotte, bakit ganyan ang patugtog mo? Hindi naman maintindihan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and she even said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Parang nagmumura naman yang kanta mo. Hinaan mo nga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I felt like saying &lt;s&gt;STFU&lt;/s&gt;, but of course I stopped myself before the words even left my mouth. I lowered the volume, cursing. Well, I don't have any choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. What else? I don't wanna talk about the other parts of today. I just don't like talking about those stuffs anymore. I don't want to talk about The Subject anymore. It makes doing &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; thing harder. :| Darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows how to speak&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; G-words&lt;/span&gt;? Please tell me asap. :D I wanna test you on this one. Tell me what it means, huh? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"Kugustugo kogong magagkagarogoogon nagang kigitagaraga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YEAAAH. That was long, whew. I thought I'll be consuming all the space available. Anyway, imagine if I'll be writing a post just composed of G-words. Ugh, imagining it makes my head ache already. It would be very hard, and tiring for sure. I might just be writing four sentences then give up afterwards. It would be very long too. Imagine that one sentence. It took me a minute and a half typing that. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really speechless tonight. Srsly. I dunno what to say. Imma eat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; later, btw. Though I'm prohibited by Nurse Archel. HAHAHA. &gt;:) I'm gonna sneak. No one's gonna discover it. I mean, he's not gonna be checking up on me every second and minute, right? He probably doesn't even know what happened to me after he made me take a tablet to ease my headache. He wouldn't check if I followed him and if I'm okay now. :DD Imagine a school nurse doing that. Impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've changed my blogging format. Not because of the copycat thinggy or something. It's because I'm &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; enough to loose the intuition to color specific words in my post. I may do it in some - just when they're really very very important - but I feel like I just don't wanna make it too colorful anymore. And besides, it looks good even without the extra colors and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone. Thanks fer reading. Don't mind what I wrote below. I just loved the first sentence. Whatev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Paint my nearly colorless world. Make me your girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Charm. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-2585641937909575559?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2585641937909575559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-silence-i-found-no-rejection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2585641937909575559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2585641937909575559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-silence-i-found-no-rejection.html' title='In silence, I found no rejection.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8078583055259406980</id><published>2010-01-13T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:05:05.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If cramming was a sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'd play VARSITY. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; lately. Actually, &lt;b&gt;I still am.&lt;/b&gt; Well, I don't know what's wrong with me. My tummy just aches. x_x Then, I had a headache and they said I was hot. Not the &lt;i&gt;HOT&lt;/i&gt; applied to sexy girls huh? I mean, literally. I was hot and then I was advised to go down to the clinic and take this and that. I managed to make it after Science, cause we had a &lt;i&gt;fuggin' quiz&lt;/i&gt;. I was able to take the quiz though I'm not sure of my answers. If ever I'll fail on that one, blame it to the fckn colds. :| Ugh, I was really dizzy and I can't avoid myself from feeling it, that's why I changed my position frequently to prevent it. In the end, my efforts were nonsense. I tried to last until Music but I couldn't. I asked Kathrine to accompany me to the clinic before I completely loose conciousness. I feel like I really have a fever. Good thing I was able to walk without falling over or tripping. That would make me feel worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurse Archel - I don't know if I got the right spelling, who the heck cares, anyway? - had my temperature checked. T'was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;37 degrees&lt;/span&gt;. I was screamin' on my head, &lt;i&gt;"HUH? 37 only? But I feel like I really have a fever. Ugh."&lt;/i&gt; He asked me if I had allergic rhinitis or maybe known as &lt;b&gt;sinusitis&lt;/b&gt;. I said my dad has it, but I guess I don't. Maybe, maybe not. I haven't really checked that one up. I just wish I don't have one. It's hard to have sinusitis according to my dad. He keeps on putting certain ointments or what on his nose just to make him feel better. And he sneezes loudly, which makes me uncomfortable. It's like he is blowing his nose right out of his face. Call me overreacting, but if you'll be able to see that one face-to-face almost everyday - and not to mention he's your dad - I don't know if you'll feel good about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me to drink Vitamin C supplements and drink a lot of water. I was thinking of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tubig + Pahinga + Neozep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And I smiled at him and went out. I wasn't really feeling better until the end of Filipino. T. May made me laugh hard and I just noticed that my head isn't heavy anymore. Hahaha. It isn't aching now. So I really went on with the wind and enjoyed the whole period. I even tried to do the chord for D in the guitar. I asked my parents if I could buy a guitar - they've planned to buy one from Cebu before - so I could learn how to play early. It would lessen the hard, catch-up times at school. At least, I'll be learning in advance. Self-study! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else am I going to say? Hahaha. I've said a lot already. Well, I saw a motivation in here. I wasn't uttering any Tagalog word &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;. Fer the record, huh? ;) Okaayyy, I know, I'm going way to overboard with this. Just let me be, &lt;i&gt;okay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;01.12.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day tumblarity died. Or maybe, BRB. ;))) Psh. I miss tumblarity sooooo much, even if it's just for a day. Well, I've been used to it for a couple of months. It's really hard to accept changes. Even Plurk has a LIKE button already. I mean, link. &lt;i&gt;That's saying something. &lt;/i&gt;*evil grin* Really. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, remembering... LOL means lots of love. Yeah. Great, isn't it? Even TSS means something. That's so sweet. Yeah, so I just shared it. Whatever. c;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night people. Thanks fer reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-8078583055259406980?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8078583055259406980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-cramming-was-sport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8078583055259406980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8078583055259406980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-cramming-was-sport.html' title='If cramming was a sport'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4542282358466403188</id><published>2010-01-12T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:37:17.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is my reaction to everything I fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wala ng gagawin ang taong masipag. Marami pang gagawin ang taong tamad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hit by that one huh? :)) &lt;b&gt;SAPUL!&lt;/b&gt; Hey, I want to show you something. This one really amazed me. Credits to: &lt;u&gt;Tumblr.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw0oziBQL61qaa1oeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See? I told you it's &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;. OMG. I was like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"WOAH! How were they able to do that?"&lt;/span&gt; But I guess it's true. There isn't something questionable aside from what I've asked above. It doesn't look like an edited one for me, and I really guess it is not. Or maybe, I'm not a good critic at all. x)) But really, this is just sooooooo great. I wonder who thought that? :D He's a great man, for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing too good today. We'll be having a quiz in Math tomorrow. I wish I'll pass it. Well, I know we're not friends but I wish Math'll be nice to me tomorrow. Bummer. x_x It's been pretty good to me today, I even contributed on our group. Yey! We had another clip. I never realized solving could be fun too. Just ignore the presence of pressure and there you go! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Played &lt;u&gt;FarmVille&lt;/u&gt;. XD Lol. I remember hearing my dad say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;"Mas maganda pa farm ko kesa sayo."&lt;/span&gt; And then I'll tell him, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Mas maganda pa grades ko kesa sayo."&lt;/span&gt; =))))) That's the funniest exchange we ever had. He laughed the same time I did, which make us both laugh harder. Mom and CJ joined in too. Ugh. I miss them both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Currently reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic.&lt;/span&gt; Finally! I'm reading it. :x I've wanted to read this since when, last year? Yeah. And now, I'm reading it. \m/ I'm gonna buy the book soooooon! Really really soon, I swear. And I'm gonna buy Sophie's other books too. I'll just have to save up for them. I'm sure they're a bit pricey.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Became an example for the oral comm in ELA. Darn, that knocked me to death and shame, really. My legs and hands were shaking and I can't seem to get the words out of my mouth. Why do I always have to experience that whenever I report or something? :o I was so tensed I couldn't think straight. Good thing I've made notes. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I BADLY WANT KRISPY KREME!&lt;/span&gt; RAAAAAAWR! ;o I'm warning you, I could kill. ;] Please keep your ten-mile-radius distance when I'm infuriated. Hahahaha. Kiddin'. But I really want Krispy Kreme. Fer real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I've posted the sentence I've posted below, but I just want to place it there, maybe it was meant there. *sigh* Thanks fer reading. Goodie night. :-h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;My loves die even before they're born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Charm. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-4542282358466403188?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4542282358466403188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-this-is-my-reaction-to-everything-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4542282358466403188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4542282358466403188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-this-is-my-reaction-to-everything-i.html' title='And this is my reaction to everything I fear.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4188713191658386598</id><published>2010-01-11T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:31:52.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeogi byeolbitmajeodo modu gajyeoda jultende.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; text-align: center;font-family:Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Love you, love you, love you, yeongwonhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 413px; height: 275px;" src="http://marinastory.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/f4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fave episode ever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Caledonia&lt;/span&gt;'s my dream island. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 340px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3318/3515246402_72295aa75c_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yi Jeong and Gail. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;:")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to post more, but I don't want to &lt;s&gt;crowd&lt;/s&gt; my entry naman. :)) And titled this entry with a part of the lyrics of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Korean song&lt;/span&gt;, still from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, you get the picture. :)) The title, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jeogi byeolbitmajeodo modu gajyeoda jultende."&lt;/span&gt; when translated is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd take everything under the starlight and give them to you."&lt;/span&gt; Don't you find it sweet? Add up the episodes playing in my mind. ♥ It's really nice to fee love though I'm really not. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The header is another Korean song naman. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Love you, love you, love you, yeongwonhi."&lt;/span&gt; Is quite easy to translate. Quite, I repeat. I'm actually not sure of the translations here. XD I just found them below the song lyrics. So, maybe, they're right. Anyway, the translation for that one is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love you, love you, love you, forever."&lt;/span&gt; Tch. I'm feeling &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; in the air again. Screw that up. I shouldn't. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about today? Had some fun, and some bad times too. Should we start with the unlikeable events first? &lt;u&gt;FIRST ON THE LIST:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Class picture.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I feel utterly stupid during the whole pictorial. Wow, pictorial talaga? Pasosyal naman. :3 Anyway, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;smiled and projected&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I have a feeling that it wouldn't look good anyway. Whatever. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; beautiful. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dadie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was feeling bad after the picture taking. Well, I just hate seeing her that way. It &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;makes me feel sad too&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, that's because she's my bestie. And whatever she feels - even her opinions with things, affects me. That's why I felt sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Math,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as usual, kills me. x_x I was able to understand the interest problem given to us. *I'm really good at this lying thing, huh!* But seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't understand anything.&lt;/span&gt; x)) I just tried to answer it, and I'm not even sure of my answer. I just hope I'll be able to get it tomorrow, so that I wouldn't have any difficulty with those later on. *wallbash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. What else? I hate my lunch. Hahaha. But I soooo love my dinner. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barbeque! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Always fills me up. Ugh. I'm running out of words and stories. Tomorrow na lang? ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's a piece of paper, a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;one&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; text-align: center;font-family:Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&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/6652494151751467585-4188713191658386598?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4188713191658386598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeogi-byeolbitmajeodo-modu-gajyeoda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4188713191658386598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4188713191658386598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeogi-byeolbitmajeodo-modu-gajyeoda.html' title='Jeogi byeolbitmajeodo modu gajyeoda jultende.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-2816781775621490892</id><published>2010-01-10T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:57:21.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy’s smart and you’re the prettiest lady in the whole wide world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tonight, Imma fight 'till we see the sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taglish post fer tonight! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magpupuyat akoooo!&lt;/b&gt; :D I'm gonna watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again eh. But I'm thinking of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sleeping later&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;walking up at 9&lt;/span&gt; so I could stay up late. Diba? Pwde yuuuun. And I'm gonna check what movie's gonna be shown in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GMA&lt;/span&gt; too. Cause if it's something I haven't watched yet, I might watch that one na lang. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm a certified Cream O-holic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3333333333&lt;/span&gt; Yeaaaah. I even slept in the afternoon after eating my lunch. It was an advice from T. Tessa. She said &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tapos matulog ka pagkatapos ng lunch, siguradong tataba ka."&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to see if it would work for me. Well, I wish it would do. It was good. When I woke up, I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;refreshed&lt;/span&gt;. Then I made some of the assignments after. Yun, nakaraos na yung iba. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the elementary DC members' song for their dance. I sometimes join them in their practice. :)) Their steps aren't that &lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;complicated&lt;/s&gt; as ours eh. And they look so good dancing altogether. Another thing, the song is really cool. Though our song isn't that bad, I will still choose &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tik Tok&lt;/span&gt; over it if I'll be choosing our song. And it's easier to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, Keesha's being compared to Lady Gaga na. They said na &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;she's the new Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think so. Kasi Keesha isn't dressing like Lady Gaga and for me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lady Gaga's still the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Keesha&lt;/span&gt;'s good in her own way and I think she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;not up for any competitions&lt;/span&gt; at all. I'm sure she wants to make a name of herself in the fame road. She wouldn't want to be named after someone. I mean, who would like that? Kung ako yun, I would like to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; make my own trademark &lt;/span&gt;and be famous for what only I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw0yq0uxrY1qaq1xio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the trees behind the hand. Lol. :)))) Yun talaga yung napansin noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to Taylor Swift's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Best Day&lt;/span&gt;. It was cool. I've known a lot of singers who could sing and compose songs well. But I haven't known much of them who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wrote songs for their moms and dads&lt;/span&gt; out of gratitude or something. Some would dedicate a song for them only when their dead or sick, but Taylor Swift is really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;appreciative&lt;/span&gt;. Their parents are probably proud of her. She's beautiful, nice and sweet. :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I missed my parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuloy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alamat ng Gubat&lt;/span&gt; again. So that I could make the project in Filipino na. I was thinking and planning of making it today pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tinamad&lt;/span&gt; ako. As usual! x_x Hahaha. Yun. What else am I going to say? That's all, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Good day. :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Life is God's novel. Let Him write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;one&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6652494151751467585-2816781775621490892?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2816781775621490892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/daddys-smart-and-youre-prettiest-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2816781775621490892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2816781775621490892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/daddys-smart-and-youre-prettiest-lady.html' title='Daddy’s smart and you’re the prettiest lady in the whole wide world.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3645073003838566510</id><published>2010-01-09T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:22:31.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E's just another word I never learned to pronounce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;He was a perjurer. He decided to lie to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; but I still went to school. We're supposed to &lt;u&gt;take a video&lt;/u&gt; of how to make our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;investigatory project&lt;/span&gt; but unfortunately, we don't have any &lt;s&gt;blender&lt;/s&gt;. So I just hanged out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ampie, Kathrine and Cathleen&lt;/span&gt; for hours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Grazielle&lt;/span&gt;. She accompanied me to school. Then, we watched the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;volleyball players&lt;/span&gt;. They were so great! I just can't help but be awestruck. They were so cool about it. Even their coach is just goofing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jourdese and Kyle&lt;/span&gt; came. After that, we went to the old lobby where the Chess Club and Art Class are held. So we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Roanne&lt;/span&gt; do her sketch of the painting she's about to make. Then, I borrowed Jourdese's PSP and played with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes, Grazielle left and we went to the bleachers, watching some maintenance paint the court. Had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;fun and random talk&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ampie, Cathleen and Kathrine&lt;/span&gt;. It was really fun. :)) We were&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt; and all that. We shared stories of our own. Any random topic that came out of our minds could do. I had a good time hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of laughs and stories shared, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Kat J. came to fetch Ampie&lt;/span&gt;. They're about to do their IP. Kat J. even invited us to go to her house but I can't. The others weren't that enthusiastic about it too. Cathleen's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;afraid of being seen by her Tita&lt;/span&gt; there while Kathrine's not comfortable with the distance of their house. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Cathleen, Kathrine and I&lt;/span&gt; were the only one left. We decided to &lt;u&gt;stroll around&lt;/u&gt; to let time pass. We walked for almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;thirty minutes &lt;/span&gt;from the school to Grace's house and back again. :)) We bought a large &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; pack and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;3 C2 Solos&lt;/span&gt;. We drank the Solo inside the school grounds and consumed all the Moby's outside. ;) We laughed a lot and you know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, here's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dance Club&lt;/span&gt; scene. I waved goodbye to both Cathleen and Kathrine and headed to the roof deck to attend DC. We were asked to make some steps for the Outreach program. I mean, we're gonna perform. But we weren't able, so there's no presentation to occur. It was kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;weary&lt;/span&gt; or I mean, sad. Yen is sleepy while&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I was doing my best to stay awake&lt;/span&gt;. The others aren't in the mood for practicing too, as much as I was. So there it was. :) We were &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;scolded&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Sir Ryan and we said sorry to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down and I saw Cathleen and Kathrine. They're still there. x)) I hope I was with them na lang. Anyway, they asked me to say this aloud, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song."&lt;/span&gt; They were surprised to see me taking it so easy. They couldn't do it and all I could do was laugh at them. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from school to the TCW gate. It took us a lot of minutes. x3 We were with  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kuya Mikee, Kuya Emman and their other companions&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ira, Kristina, Paul, Amos, Yen, and Leizel&lt;/span&gt;. I took some pictures of the boys and they goofed around. I had fun being with them. I was just laughing and at the same time, tensed. :))) Okay, now I feel stupid for being tensed. There's really no reason for me to. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I ate some pasta and taught my brother some of the words from his ABC book. He's just so kulit. ~ My mom is having a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tampo&lt;/span&gt; with me. c; She thought I was treating her like my sister. Is that bad? I mean, it's just for fun's sake. I'm not - and never would be - forgetting that she's my mother. Ever. And that's how I am with people that are close to me. Oh, whatever. I'm gonna tell her it's not bad na lang. Cause I know my limitations. My mom talaga. Either way, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I still love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else am I going to say? :] I guess I've said enough for today. Thanks for reading. :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You said you changed but still nothing. You're still the same, I'm just a part time lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;one&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-3645073003838566510?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3645073003838566510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/l-o-v-es-just-another-word-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3645073003838566510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3645073003838566510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/l-o-v-es-just-another-word-i-never.html' title='L-O-V-E&apos;s just another word I never learned to pronounce.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-315382581506537485</id><published>2010-01-08T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:09:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you've already got me coming undone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I remember every look upon your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;At some point, we have each said through tears, &lt;b&gt;"I am suffering for a love that is not worth it."&lt;/b&gt; We suffer because we feel we are &lt;u&gt;giving more than we receive&lt;/u&gt;. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules. But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;for in every love lies the seed of our growth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Screw school.&lt;/s&gt; I wasn't able to go online these days cause of the day's work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about those days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;January 4, 2010; Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back to school. And I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it. We had a lot of assignments and projects and we were like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Project na naman?!"&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. But we survived that day and made it to the next. Good thing we're tough. Sanayan lang siguro? But guess what?! I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt; that day. Super. In a second, you would see me &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;laughing and fooling around&lt;/span&gt;, on the other, you'll see me with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;head down&lt;/span&gt;. Probably drowning in my own sleep. I even slept for a couple of minutes after lunch. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;January 5, 2010; Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sir Ryan&lt;/span&gt; wasn't around so we had the chance to practice for the Palaro. But unfortunately, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;baos &lt;/span&gt;were not available so we weren't able to do anything at all. Anyway, I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Paul and Kat J.&lt;/span&gt; play &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;table tennis&lt;/span&gt; and it looks easy. But actually, when you're in it, I'm not sure if you could even call it easy anymore. XD I had some talks with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cathleen, Dadie and Micha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;January 6, 2010; Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about this day? Pretty much of an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; one, I guess. Nothing special happened. Well, I mean, I can't remember anything special happening. x)) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;T. May&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;blink&gt;funny&lt;/blink&gt;, as usual. And the rest are still the same. Oh, before I forget. I had a great time chit-chatting with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grace, Abby, Pau, Reinna, Dadie, Kathrine, Cathleen, Shiela, CJ and Joshua&lt;/span&gt;. Talked about random things. Quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;intriguing &lt;/span&gt;ones, but some are boring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;January 7, 2010; Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I enjoyed playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;volleyball&lt;/span&gt; with some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;first years&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; grade 5&lt;/span&gt; students. I felt like an idiot playing with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;third years&lt;/span&gt; naman. I was left staring at the players instead of concentrating with the game. They're so damn good kasi. I can't help but be awestrucked by the way they play. :o I got my mouth hanging for a couple of times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;January 8, 2010; Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a lot. Jared and his friends played some games and they've got us all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;laughing really hard.&lt;/span&gt; =)))) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Two teachers&lt;/span&gt; aren't around so we had some subjects free. ;) Yeah. And we even had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;funny activity&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;CLVE&lt;/span&gt;. We hid the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;shoes&lt;/span&gt; of our classmates and they went in and found them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jed &lt;/span&gt;was the last to complete his pair of shoes. Some had a bad time, while some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be going to school. We'll be doing our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; and I'll be attending&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Dance Club&lt;/span&gt; as well. :/ I'd love to just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow but I can't. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. :-h Thanks fer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ne&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero.&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/6652494151751467585-315382581506537485?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/315382581506537485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-youve-already-got-me-coming-undone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/315382581506537485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/315382581506537485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-youve-already-got-me-coming-undone.html' title='And you&apos;ve already got me coming undone.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-9208478682905379415</id><published>2010-01-03T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:03:42.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the rain has gone, you'll feel the sun comes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Someday, it's gonna make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let go.&lt;/b&gt; :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Good evening people.&lt;/span&gt; Haven't blogged yesterday. Sorry. I was busy with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Wedding&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, I mean the book, huh? :)) Anyway, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;! Really. I recommend that book to all of you. It was kind of &lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; from the start, Cause  I wasn't intrigued about it. All I knew was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the relationship of the man and his wife was getting worse over time&lt;/span&gt;. It's like they've lost their feelings for each other. Then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;their eldest child&lt;/span&gt; told them that she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;wants to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the next week, on such a short notice. So that's it. I might be a spoiler again. You wouldn't expect the ending, or I guess, some would. It was just sooooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blink&gt;:")&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; my friends again. That was when I was watching PBB. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Rica&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was evicted, poor thing. She should've stayed longer so that she could do more. Tsk. As &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bianca &lt;/span&gt;was saying in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PBB Uplate&lt;/span&gt;, we shouldn't be &lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at ease&lt;/s&gt; at these times because anything could happen. Yan tuloy, she got evicted. Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've gotta say for last night. XD Stayed up until &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;1:00&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the time I woke up. But all I knew, I was asking our yaya to mop the floors again cause it's &lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sticky&lt;/s&gt;. And then, &lt;u&gt;I cleaned my room and fixed my things.&lt;/u&gt; After that, I watched TV for minutes then had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot oil&lt;/span&gt; treatment for my fugly hair. It felt good. :) Then, I went for a bath. Afterwards, I watched again. ;) And here I am, surfing the net again before I get back to reality. I mean, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;school days are resuming tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I still don't want to go back. I think I'll be pretty preoccupied tomorrow. I'm still not done with the Christmas vacation. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded JL's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Louboutins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, try readin' that. x)) Okay, okay. That's supposed to be read as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;luu-bee-tons&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, that's a surname of a French shoe designer, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Christian Louboutin&lt;/span&gt;. It's a nice song. It's about a girl who reached the point in her relationship when she thinks she should &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;stop it and move on&lt;/span&gt;. But instead of dressing up, sobbing and heading to her friends for support, the girl would put on her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hottest dress&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;sexiest pair of Louboutin shoes&lt;/span&gt; and there she goes, flauntin' her body. &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I think I should've gone to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Naic&lt;/span&gt; na lang. I would have a lot of money sana. I could buy two books from that one din. What a waste. Tss. Or maybe, I could buy a shirt from that money. Arrrg. I should've gone there na lang. They're all askin' for me there. :o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss the people there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I still don't want to go to &lt;s&gt;school&lt;/s&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I know, I've said this one. But I want to repeat it. :/ &lt;s&gt;Screw schooooool!&lt;/s&gt; I &lt;b&gt;miss my classmates&lt;/b&gt; but not the lessons. And I'm sure the teachers would start to discuss tomorrow. Maybe they would be in a rush because of the upcoming Palaro. I'm not sure if our Palaro is still fun. They removed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Track and Field&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na eh. :( darn. What else am I gonna play?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;God knows I'm not good in Volleyball.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt;. x_x Kahihiyan na naman to. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S0CExVOS0vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e58qhfi-Xl0/s1600-h/12252009762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S0CExVOS0vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e58qhfi-Xl0/s320/12252009762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422479934399632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of me and my brother while he's playing with his toy cars who are probably destroyed now. :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, brother.&lt;/span&gt; :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't add more. Good night everyone. Thanks fer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/delugedcity"&gt;http://formspring.me/delugedcity&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; It's your time to interrogate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Life sucks and then you die. Yeah, I should be lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;one&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-9208478682905379415?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9208478682905379415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-rain-has-gone-youll-feel-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/9208478682905379415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/9208478682905379415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-rain-has-gone-youll-feel-sun.html' title='After the rain has gone, you&apos;ll feel the sun comes.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/S0CExVOS0vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e58qhfi-Xl0/s72-c/12252009762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-409602404978507744</id><published>2010-01-01T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:54:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll stop the world and melt with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt; fer today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really new or someting. Still reading &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :)) I'm in the courting stage, like what I said with the edited part of my post yesterday. So what's new? My uncle and his family came back from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; today. And they brought us chocolates! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? They've been talking about&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; lots&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt;. I even heard the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;acres&lt;/span&gt;. WTH? We had acres of land? I didn't know that. :o Omo. I didn't know my gramma owned acres of land. And it was new in my ears too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;What's bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;acres&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hectares&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a funny joke in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Iniwan mo akong &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;duguan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Sanitary Napkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that was corny. But that made my day. =))))) Walalang. Hahahaha. I can't help but laugh at that one. Okay, yeah, I know. Ang babaw ko. :)))))) roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today aside from reading a book? I watched TV. And I texted some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Showtime&lt;/span&gt; again. I'm getting addicted to them. Too bad I can't watch them anymore. We're going to have classes on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jan. 4&lt;/span&gt; and I wont be able to see them. :c I'm gonna miss Vice Ganda's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; "May nagtext!"&lt;/span&gt; and all of the other hurados as well. They were all funny. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I texted some people&lt;/span&gt;. And he texted me back. Dammit. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried&lt;/span&gt;. :( &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thalia&lt;/span&gt; kase eh. Peace yo. Well, she didn't do anything. She just said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hindi na nila tayo mahal." &lt;/span&gt;and that made me cry. Hahaha. Now I feel stupid about that crying thing. And I even told her we'll get &lt;u&gt;overdosed of sleeping pills&lt;/u&gt; like Veronika did in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Veronika Decides To Die&lt;/span&gt;. x)) So that our hearts will get weak and we'll understand our life's meaning. How very very stupid and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I add up at that? Thalia told me something. And that made me kilig naman. I feel crazy now. Lately, I was melodramatic, then now, I'm happy. What the hell is happening to me?! :o As usual, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Imma concentrate in texting na. :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Why wont you take a bit to this slice of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;two&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-409602404978507744?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/409602404978507744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-stop-world-and-melt-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/409602404978507744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/409602404978507744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-stop-world-and-melt-with-you.html' title='I&apos;ll stop the world and melt with you.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3143686312903019658</id><published>2009-12-31T20:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:52:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I tire of counting sheep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;When I'm far too tired to fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Fireflies! Bongga tlga!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Good evening Philippines and world!&lt;/span&gt; Later, it's gonna be 2010. Hurray for the coming year! &lt;:P May we all have an awesome year to come.  Tomorrow, Imma edit this one. :-h  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year folks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So long, 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hello 2010! &lt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;// Edited. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yooow! 2010 na mamaya. Well, I wrote this on a sheet of paper before I sleep, actually. So that I can't miss anything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast, it wasn't that yummy at all 'coz it's just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;plain egg&lt;/span&gt; stuffed in two &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;wheat bread &lt;/span&gt;slices. I really &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; wheat bread, they know that. But they still bought it, and that made me a bit unappreciative of the breakfast. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was currently reading &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The Wedding of Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I'm kinda bored at the first part of it. Peace yo! Well, it's not that boring now. I'm in the part where the man's courting his wife again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:")&lt;/span&gt; yiie. They're funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's afternoon. I had a shower so as to welcome the upcoming year fresh. :)) Silly me. Anyway, we ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;buttered shrimps&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. We also ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;mango float&lt;/span&gt; for Media Noche. Cause we're all full and stuff so we didn't decide to eat rice again. Ayoko namang sumabog ang tiyan ko. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed watching the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outside. They're full of colors and some of them are dancing. We enjoyed watching them. :D Really. Even my lil' bro did. I wasn't able to take a good picture of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :( Coz there were lines, I don't know how to call that. But I think that's because of the lens. It's a diagonal line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's much of my New Year. &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;, btw. And I slept at 1:00 cause I'm really sooo sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! Welcome 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-3143686312903019658?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3143686312903019658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-i-tire-of-counting-sheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3143686312903019658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3143686312903019658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-i-tire-of-counting-sheep.html' title='Why do I tire of counting sheep?'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-2760835219767066977</id><published>2009-12-30T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:49:52.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;And my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;evening&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; good. Until someone came and ruined it. Well, I wouldn't let that person succeed. I wasn't doing anything wrong naman eh. Okay, magtatagalog na ko. Badtrip eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiy. Napabuntong-hininga na lang ako. Ayan na naman. Unang una, kung sinasabi nyong manggagaya ako, hindi po. Kung meron man akong &lt;i&gt;ginaya&lt;/i&gt; hindi ko po sinasadya yun. Kasi hindi ko naman gusto na mangopya kasi ayoko nga sa mga ganon, bakit ko gugustuhin na gawin yun? Kung may pagkakaparehas man, hindi ko na naman ginusto yun. Coincidence na yun, nothing intended. Okay, ayoko na talaga. Next topic na lang po?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;mango float&lt;/span&gt; to make me feel better. English na tuloy ulit. I realized I wanted to speak English na. Weird? Hahaha. Yeah. I know, I am weird at times. Anyway, the dessert is soooooo mouthwatering. Kaso, dapat may tubig na kasabay. Matamis eh. Baka magka&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tonsilitis&lt;/span&gt; pa. New Year pa naman. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged yesterday. My bad. Sorry. Tinatamad na ko kagabi eh. Mantakin mo!? Ilang oras ako pumila sa counter ng &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bills Payment&lt;/span&gt;. Dang. Kahigh blood eh. My legs ache last night kaya yun, pagod na pagod ako kagabi. Knockout ako eh. Buti nga nakapanood pa ko ng &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BOF&lt;/span&gt;. Ang ganda na ng mga episodes. Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;New Year's Resolution:&lt;/span&gt; I would be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tougher&lt;/span&gt;. Masyado akong mabait eh. At siyempre, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;gaganahan ko na kumain.&lt;/span&gt; Para magkalaman ako. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mag-aaral pa ko ng mas mabuti&lt;/span&gt;, para maging awardee na ko. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Magpapatangkad din ako&lt;/span&gt;. Anopaba? Wait. Meron pa eh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Magbabasa ako ng mas madalas&lt;/span&gt; para mas gumaling mag Ingles at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;iiwas na ko sa mga kung anuano&lt;/span&gt; na magsasadlak sakin sa mga bagay na tulad ng problema ko ngayon. Para wala nang masabi, ako na iiwas. Ayoko ng gulo noh. Lalo na kung ang nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PEACE.&lt;/span&gt; Yan lang po ang gusto ko. At yan lang din ang pinakabuod ng sinabi at sasabihin ko sa / sa mga taong yun. Kungsinokaman, mabasa mo sana to. Wala akong ginagawa. Please, PEACE na. New Year pa naman. Yun. Yun lang talaga. Hindi naman po sa galit. Nilabas ko lang po yung nararamdaman ko. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel bad about it.&lt;/span&gt; Ayoko po kasi nang napagbibintangan. It makes me feel &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uneasy&lt;/span&gt;. Kaya yun, and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm hurt&lt;/span&gt;. Kasi sa dinamidami ng taong totoong mahilig gumaya, ako pa. Eh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hindi naman ako copycat&lt;/span&gt;. Sige, sana makausap kita ulit, para maclear na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good eve na lang ulit. Bukas, New Year's countdown naaaa! &lt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :|&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/6652494151751467585-2760835219767066977?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2760835219767066977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-air-chills-tears-on-my-cheeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2760835219767066977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/2760835219767066977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-air-chills-tears-on-my-cheeks.html' title='The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3175327808301697778</id><published>2009-12-28T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:57:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She read the entire dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;But not one word can describe how she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Good evening earthlings.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I just learned that word from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abby&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I've been reading her blog entries for a long time but I haven't really read her first page. Ever. This is the first. And that's what I saw. Check her blog, huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherrboom-abi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click to enter Abi's world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had things to do today. Watched TV, ate a lot, cleaned my closet (that's the best part!) and read Breaking Dawn again. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;watched TV&lt;/span&gt; and it was kinda fun. Watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Showtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, btw. I realized that it wasn't that bad as I thought it was. Lol. And yeah, I had fun. I always love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vice Ganda&lt;/span&gt; especially when she says my favorite line, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"At dahil diyan, may nagtext!"&lt;/span&gt; And I also love her &lt;u&gt;phone&lt;/u&gt;!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate a lot.&lt;/b&gt; Well, I guess I should be heavier now. We ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Adobong Baboy&lt;/span&gt; but I requested it &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;fried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;. XD I mean, after siyang i-adobo, they'll fry it. Try it kasi. It's delicious. I promise! ;) And I even ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;egg sandwich&lt;/span&gt;. My long-time favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cleaned my closet.&lt;/span&gt; Heard it right. I separated clothes that aren't fit for me anymore. And I arranged them depending on the occasion in which I'll wear them. Uh, I didn't do it on my own. I asked help from our househelper and she's enthusiastic about it. I don't know why, but she is. :)) Kinda weird, right? So yeah, we finished it. I'm planning to give these clothes to the outreach but I'm not sure when. I lost my letter about it from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, read &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; again. In my estimation, I think it's for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12th time&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure. All I know is that is for the &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; time. =)) Well, I read from the last part of the second book to the end - skipping the part where the &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Volturi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; was involved already. I don't want to read it na. It's one of the worst part of the book. I don't want to feel blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's much of today. &lt;u&gt;Currently chatting with:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hersheyy.&lt;/b&gt; B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hmmmm... We're going to shop for groceries tomorrow. Yeah. And that'll be all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night folks! :-h Oh, this pic's from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nga pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvckxijsoW1qaaggzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I want it all back. And yes, I regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. xP&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/6652494151751467585-3175327808301697778?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3175327808301697778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-read-entire-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3175327808301697778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3175327808301697778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-read-entire-dictionary.html' title='She read the entire dictionary'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3811028784191561368</id><published>2009-12-27T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:57:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my rising sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;You are my sweetest downfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusko. Gumaganon?! :)) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Good evening people of the world!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. May amat na naman ata ako?! Anyway, I promise to speak english. :D 'Coz I feel like I wanna make this a super tagalog post again. Hmm. Noooo! What about this day? Ugh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is one of the most boring day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks2v6kkHW51qa6zuho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- Saw this one in Tumblr and I loved it! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel lazy.&lt;/b&gt; I just opened my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and blahblah accounts &lt;u&gt;5:32&lt;/u&gt; in the afternoon. I was just watching TV all day. Screw that one. I'm sure you wont find anything interesting with the shows I watched. Some were &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;corny&lt;/span&gt; and I was just forced to watch them. I don't want to watch &lt;s&gt;boxing&lt;/s&gt; naman eh! So yeah, that's much of the boring day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I put here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! Nothing na. :( Oh... I've made a poem pala. It's corny - I'm tellin' you already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Treat me like a fortress, of where there is peace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Treat me like a flower, endure every piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Treat me like an old photograph, with those memories;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Treat me like an angel, who hurts you the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Treat me like a kitten, who is always dear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Treat me like a gold bar, that you would keep near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Treat me like an end, when you remember those beginnings;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Treat me as who I am, with all those dreadful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you.. It was really &lt;s&gt;corny&lt;/s&gt;. So much for being bored, huh? Maybe that's the solution to my problem in writing poems. And it still has &lt;blink&gt;no title&lt;/blink&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Have any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt; This is wracking my brain! I can't think of a appropriate title for it. I don't want to label it as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Treat Me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - that would be such a mistake. I can't think of anything else. It just circles within the poem itself. I even chose &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gold Bar&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a couple of seconds ago. Okay, that made me sound stupid. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Devil and Miss Prym by Paulo Coelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored eh. I don't know what to do next. So yun, found that book and read it once more. Actually, it's not reading. It's browsing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Walanakomasabi. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Life is good I can't complain. -- sarcasm's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ^^&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/6652494151751467585-3811028784191561368?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3811028784191561368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-my-rising-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3811028784191561368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3811028784191561368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-my-rising-sun.html' title='You are my rising sun.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8759117823410652139</id><published>2009-12-26T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:57:24.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you could be tough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Say enough is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Good evening!&lt;/span&gt; I just want to thank &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arelyn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for some changes I made in my blog today. She's so nice. :) Check out her blog. It's in my links. Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;watched a couple of movies&lt;/span&gt; here at home. Well, not using the internet this time. We just watched some CD's here at home. I've watched them all, actually. But I'm too &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wait for the buffer&lt;/span&gt; if I'll choose to watch in the internet. So that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jr.com/productimages/TX5K365.PNG?FTR=7&amp;amp;CELL=210%2C210&amp;amp;QLT=67&amp;amp;CVT=jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The picture above is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Timex&lt;/span&gt; watch I will receive from my cousin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ate Abbie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt; She has the same but it's pink. Oh my, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love her so much! :*&lt;/span&gt; Really. She said I'll get it when she arrives here on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so excited! She's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;bait&lt;/span&gt; talaga. Anyway, that's one of the things I got. I also got a bag from my aunt - I mentioned it yesterday. At my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;chatting with my mom and dad&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He's showing me his &lt;u&gt;wireless mouse&lt;/u&gt;. :)) And he even bought some &lt;u&gt;accessories for the laptop&lt;/u&gt;. He's also showing them to me. My brother showed him some of his gifts naman. Including the cutest of all. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mitsubishi Eclipse Convertible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want that one too! But I want a &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; one. The one I can drive around. I wish I could have one in the future. Dream car ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;. Haven't understood much. They're so &lt;s&gt;noisy&lt;/s&gt; kasi eh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm referring to the people in the house)&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what's up but they're just noisy. It pissed me off so I just went out and played &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Snakes&lt;/span&gt; in my phone. :D They continued to watch it ata or not? I'm really not sure. I wasn't paying attention to them. I was paying attention to my game. Lol. I missed playing Snakes na. But it's the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only game&lt;/span&gt; in my phone. I feel like I want to get some more. Para masaya. In case I get bored, I get to play different games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I ate a lot today.&lt;/span&gt; It's because I'm soooo bored. First, because I wasn't able to go to &lt;s&gt;SM Southmall&lt;/s&gt; - when I really wanted too. Second, because I want to buy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/span&gt;. I've been craving for it since I woke up. Nothing found in our fridge contented me. So I kept coming back there and grabbing anything that looked delicious. So that's it. x)) Pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found a new thing to do. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Not that literally - I mean, I don't use crayons used for coloring books and stuff. I used &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nail polish&lt;/span&gt;. ;) Today, I colored it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Frozen Golden Mauve&lt;/span&gt;. I'm planning to color it &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;violet or plum&lt;/span&gt; one of these days before New Year. Wala lang. I just love nail polishing. I love it when I see my nails colored. Especially when there's stickers on it. Too bad I still can't place one of them 'coz my nails are still &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What else? I'm posting my To-Buy list of books. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob Ong&lt;/b&gt;'s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alamat ng Gubat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ABNKKBSNPLAko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stainless Longganisa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro Ang Mga Pilipino?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/b&gt;'s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veronika Decides to Die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witch of Portobello.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Alchemist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By The River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/b&gt;'s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twenties Girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember Me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/b&gt;'s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear John.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Last Song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Notebook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Walk To Remember.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;-insert-author's-name&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; 's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much of it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Maybe it's not my weekend, but this could be my year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8759117823410652139?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8759117823410652139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-had-your-fears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8759117823410652139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8759117823410652139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-had-your-fears.html' title='Baby, you could be tough.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1518980176667174493</id><published>2009-12-25T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:57:34.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would happen if Christmas Carols told a lie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tell me what would you find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is the &lt;b&gt;happiest&lt;/b&gt; Christmas for me. How 'bout yours? How was it? :)) Mine? It was awesome. *yeah. i already said that it was the happiest. :))* So yeah, lemme tell you why I labeled this Christmas like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt; last night. Just letting time pass by so we'll just be surprised that it is 12:00 in the morning. After the movie, it was about 1:20 or something. So we ate again. The same thing we ate at dinner. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*barbeque, baked mac, fruit salad, macaroni salad, peachy-peachy, ham, spag*&lt;/span&gt; Yum! This really made my tummy &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. ^o^ I feel like I'm throwing up. I'm soooo full. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;six hours&lt;/span&gt;? Maybe. We have to hear mass kasi. So I woke up 7:-something- to prepare for the mass. We heard mass at &lt;u&gt;Sto. Nino de Molino Parish Church&lt;/u&gt;. Good thing it's not that crowdy. Maybe some are still sleepy after the Noche Buena. :) After the mass, we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kuya Cedric&lt;/span&gt;'s place. He's my cousin, by the way. He offered us some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;pasta and fruit salad&lt;/span&gt;. We even ate some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;bibingka&lt;/span&gt;. That was yummy! ;p So yeah. That's it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the house to change clothes naman. I don't want to go strolling down the block saying,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;blink&gt;"Namamasko po!"&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; polo shirt and pants. :/ That's inappropriate for the weather which is blazin' &lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt;. Kidding. It's hot outside and I need to wear something that would keep me from sweating too much. So we changed clothes and waited for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tita Amy&lt;/span&gt; so that we'll go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tita Cora&lt;/span&gt;'s place later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for them. They sang so &lt;blink&gt;beautifully&lt;/blink&gt; that they had me concentrating very well. It was kinda funny 'coz I got my head stickin' out and staring at the TV with unyielding concentration. Whatever. x)) Hahaha. That's it. I didn't get much of the story 'coz I wasn't able to watch the start but I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt; so much. She sang so great - though I feel she's only lipsinging, like the other actors - and she's beautiful! :] I wish I had that face. And her waistline... it was... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;small&lt;/span&gt;. Gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept after the credits. I left the TV opened and when I woke up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tita Amy and Cheska&lt;/span&gt; stared at me smiling. Hahaha. That was &lt;s&gt;embarassing&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;They saw me sleep.&lt;/span&gt; I wonder what I look like in that sleep. I was with CJ pala. ^^ I mean, we're both sleeping. I stood up then washed my face. I ate some fruit salad and talked to them na. They gave me a cute gift. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a bag&lt;/span&gt;. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tita Cora&lt;/span&gt;'s place by that time. She offered us &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;kare-kare&lt;/span&gt; and it was delicious! :P Really! Afterwards, I played with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kuya Allan&lt;/span&gt; and her girlfriend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ate Wai Mei&lt;/span&gt;. We played &lt;b&gt;'tong-its' and 'pusoy dos'&lt;/b&gt;. But don't get us mistaken. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;No money was involved.&lt;/span&gt; Swear. Even a dime. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crossmyheart*&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Had a lot of fun. Even with CJ distracting and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; after. We had a couple of rounds in the play and we're laughing and all that. =)) That was the fun part. Then CJ was, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Uwi na tayo!"&lt;/span&gt; so we had to go home na. We said our goodbyes and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at home, my inaanak came. Don't even dare ask what his name is! ;D He's cute. Very. And that's it. Period. Had a small talk and CJ received more gifts. Now, I'm currently eating spaghetti. :x I never really get sick of it. It's just so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh, I just want to thank all those people who greeted me personally. Merry Christmas everyone! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ~:)&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/6652494151751467585-1518980176667174493?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1518980176667174493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-would-happen-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1518980176667174493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1518980176667174493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-would-happen-if.html' title='What would happen if Christmas Carols told a lie?'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-652355497309913872</id><published>2009-12-24T12:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:57:46.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One, two, three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Not only you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's time for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;! :D Yeah. It's obvious that I've got a new skin right here. And I love it! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt; So I'm changing my blogging format too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HAVEN'T BLOGGED FOR DAAAAYS. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it nearly killed me. -- well that's just a hyperbole, huh? -- but I really fret for not being able to update this one. You missed those overjoyed days tuloy. :c I never got to share them with you. I forget the others too. How am I supposed to tell you about it? I just hope I'll be able to remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;December 17, 2009. Thursday. Last day of Periodicals! &lt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was really &lt;blink&gt;exultant&lt;/blink&gt; this day. We even practiced some &lt;u&gt;dance steps&lt;/u&gt;... that we didn't dance in the end. :)) Well, I'm such a &lt;s&gt;slow learner&lt;/s&gt;. :( I used to be a fast one before. What the hell happened to me?! The steps were so fast and complicated. Kat J kept on telling me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"I'm sure you're gonna get it soon."&lt;/span&gt; and I'll be saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I'm gonna get it somehow."&lt;/span&gt; and on my mind I'm thinking, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Somehow = Never'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:) I ate my lunch at school and ate some Oishi Spicy Prawn Crackers while practicing. It made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;blush&lt;/span&gt;. 'Coz it's spicy. Hahaha. Nothing else. And yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;December 18, 2009. Friday. Christmas Parteeyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was assigned one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;emcees&lt;/span&gt; but I came &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - which is very &lt;s&gt;embarassing&lt;/s&gt; on my part. Though I'm not the last person to come and I wasn't considered late really, I still don't feel good about it. Actually, it's the service's fault. I dressed up early and they fetched me late. That was so irritating. Ast school, I helped &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kathrine&lt;/span&gt; and the others pack some goodies for us then went to sit with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T. Johna&lt;/span&gt;. I'm an emcee, remember? So yeah. That's it. Goofed around while speaking and played some games. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; h&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;d &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; The bread with hotdogs inside were cutee and the brownies were delicious, as usual. The siomai was great, so does the clubhouse sandwich. After eating, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;I was full.&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)) I'm so matakaw. x_x I received some presents and they're cuteee! I loved the shirt and round candy from CJ that I still can't consume until now. :] Shopped at SM afterwards. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SKIP SKIP SKIP. I can't remember the others anymore! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;December 23, 2009. Wednesday. Movie Marathon Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watched a couple of movies. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The Proposal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Ugly Truth,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The Rebound. &lt;/span&gt;I loved The Ugly Truth so much! It was downright &lt;blink&gt;funny&lt;/blink&gt;. I laughed too loud when I watched. I just can't stop laughing. =))) The Proposal was &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt;. I had those laughing moments again and yeah, I enjoyed it too. The Rebound is a bit &lt;b&gt;serious&lt;/b&gt; naman. It was for adults kasi. I was able to relate - a bit. But I liked the film too. This is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;last day of Simbang Gabi&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And I completed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;December 24, 2009. Thursday. Christmas Eve! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yey! Later, it's gonna be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Mom and Dad's gonna call us and it'll be fun. I prepared some of the things we're gonna cook later. I also did the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fruit salad&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so excited for later. Imma post this one now and I'll thy to update it later. If I could. I'm off to eat lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading guys. I'll catch up for those days. I'll try to blog everyday. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I don't need a man to make it happen. I get off bein' free. ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. XD&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/6652494151751467585-652355497309913872?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/652355497309913872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-two-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/652355497309913872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/652355497309913872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-two-three.html' title='One, two, three.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6955807419100539080</id><published>2009-12-16T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:35:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You look so tasty I could eat you up alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;I fell in a perfect way. Never had a choice to make.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe me today: &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NASTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I hate myself for being one. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a last song sydrome on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Unlove You&lt;/span&gt; of Ashley Tisdale and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eat You Up&lt;/span&gt; of BOA. :x Well, the first one is because I could &lt;u&gt;relate&lt;/u&gt; on everything in it though I'm not on that stage anymore. Well, not that I'm &lt;s&gt;done&lt;/s&gt; with it but I'm taking it easier than before. Try finding its lyrics. *And I'm gonna post my fave part of that song here.* The second is our dance for Friday. -- Christmas Party. :)) It's kewl. And I like it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't unlove you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Can't do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No matter how I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll never turn my back on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loved me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can do most anything I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one thing I cannot change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I almost kinda like the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear your tattoo like a stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And it will take forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is... rejecting me, as always. I was already having good vibes on Math because I could get the correct answers during the drills and seatworks. But what the hell happened to me today? *wallbash* I wasn't able to answer some questions correctly and it bothers me. I really hope I'll be passing that one. And I would be able to get a high grade on it. I totally need a high grade. And my parents are bugging me about barkada and all that stuffs as the reason why I'm not yet an awardee. I was like, "Tell me, haven't you - once in your life - had a barkada in high school?" Demanding na kasi eh. But I always tell them that I'll do better next quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE was fast. Well, almost all the questions I found there were the ones I focused on. I really wish I could pass that one. Well, I love the multiple choice part. That's my first time to answer a multiple choice that fast. Yey! :) Anyway, I'm nervous with the essay part. :/ Aw. I might be wrong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, simbang gabi was... wintry. Well, I felt cold the whole period of it and it's ridiculous. The homily was like... "-namehere- na ama ni -namehere- na ama ni -namehere-..." and it was downright funny. Even the priest, which is the same priest that holds masses at school, was also finding it funny. I could see him smile within his pauses and even the other listeners can't seem to follow up with him. He gave us a lot of names. Three sets of generations - as he said, with 14 generations each set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesher was sweet. Let's put it that way. He cuddles me like I'm a bear but I know I'm not. Do I look like one? Don't think so. =)) Hmn. He was talkative, by the way. I think almost everyone in the place could hear him. He's cuteee. :D But, you know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tired. I still need to recall what I've studied. Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6955807419100539080?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6955807419100539080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-look-so-tasty-i-could-eat-you-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6955807419100539080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6955807419100539080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-look-so-tasty-i-could-eat-you-up.html' title='You look so tasty I could eat you up alive.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5231658740312914802</id><published>2009-12-15T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:56:23.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned into your perfect girl. A total stranger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;The mirror is shattered. I'm finally free.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuoylxR0yd1qzbohao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day. :) Yey! Let's start from the &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; start. But before that, lemme share some of these lines muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I pass my reflection. It's someone else. I see your invention. And not myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupet noh? Going back, here. I woke up but I'm still &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;. So I went to my room and fixed my things. Kunwari. :)) But I did fix my things. I got so excited of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;BOF&lt;/span&gt; that I forgot fixing the things I'm gonna use tomorrow. So I ate while going here and there. I'm really fixing my things. I even grabbed some random clothes to wear if ever we'll have our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;class picture&lt;/span&gt;. They said we need a t-shirt with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;w&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. So I just grabbed something as long as their color matches. XD I got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green shirt&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;brown bolero&lt;/span&gt;. Good thing they matched. And we didn't have our class picture. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whew*&lt;/span&gt; Imagine what I'll look like if they didn't naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bath. Well, I don't have to elaborate that, right? x)) Then, read my notes again. Recalled them. Baka kasi walang pumasok sa utak ko. Puro BOF na lang naiisip ko eh. They're just sooooo uber &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blink&gt;hot&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kasi. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:") &lt;/span&gt;Really. I melted at that very moment.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; :x&lt;/span&gt; Everytime they'll enter a place in Shin Hwa School, the girls and even &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; were like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Andyan na ang F4!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; So how do you expect me to react? I'm always intrigued by the way they dress. And everything just matches them. SWEAR. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took exams in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELA, CLVE&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elective&lt;/span&gt;. ELA was okay. Hmn. I don't feel like I'm gonna be good on that one. Let's just hope through hope. *crossfingers* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel like I wanna cross my toes too.&lt;/span&gt; :/ CLVE was fine. Well, the bible I borrowed didn't really have those relevant words and all that. But they're considerable naman. So yeah, I don't have bad vibes there. But still, let's pray for it. Elective was regretful. Hmn. I already have a mistake. Argh! Degree naman ako ng &lt;s&gt;degree&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt; pala. Why was I wrong? Tama naman ako before. Ugh! :| So yun na. I wont be 100 na. &lt;s&gt;How very disappointing.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Service time na.&lt;/span&gt; This is the funniest part of this day. Listened to this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;radio station&lt;/span&gt; - actually, all of us are listening. Then, they just made us laugh with their convos and songs. =)) I was laughing my a*s off already.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I really &lt;u&gt;laughed&lt;/u&gt; a lot.&lt;/span&gt; And we even stared at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aldwin &lt;/span&gt;who made us laugh even harder. Even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yesterly&lt;/span&gt; is laughing. Well, she never stopped. She was smiling all along. Even if she's covering her face with her hanky, her face is so lifted up that her handkerchief didn't seem to cover up her bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is quite boring. So let's skip that. :) My tumblarity &lt;b&gt;increased&lt;/b&gt; now! Yehey! &lt;:P Heard the &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; simbang gabi. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; D&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 9 to go?! Maybe 9 or 8. :D Goofed around at home with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ate Djoanna&lt;/span&gt;. We shared stories with each other. We had such a good time. And she's a funny storyteller. The topic just went here, then there then back and then everywhere. ;] It was kinda confusing but I managed to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt;. This just made me remember my past dreams. *sigh* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He wants to see me.&lt;/span&gt; But I'm thinking that he has a new one already. Look at how pessimistic I am now. I used to be optimistic but I don't know what happened, why I think negative thoughts now. Well, I have to be positive. Anyway, I'm sure now of what I feel about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;-insertnamehere-&lt;/span&gt;. Ang sarap niyang kantahan ng &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You are the thunder and I am the lightning. And I love the way you know who you are. And to me it's exciting. When you know it's meant to be. Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally. When you're with me, baby.&lt;/span&gt; :"&gt; Hahaha. He's sooo cute. I wanna see him tomorrow. I'll search for him in school. I wont go home without seeing him. Well, it's just easy. He's always there. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, currently studying. Gotta go off now. BOF's near. Goodnight everyone! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have a way of moving me. A force of nature, your energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5231658740312914802?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5231658740312914802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-turned-into-your-perfect-girl-total.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5231658740312914802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5231658740312914802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-turned-into-your-perfect-girl-total.html' title='I turned into your perfect girl. A total stranger.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-8470073096775312788</id><published>2009-12-14T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:16:34.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme see you ZOMBIFIED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL WEEK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sure the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; creeps me out.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been dreading for this day to come, as always. But it's like the rain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I can't stop it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or I don't have the right to. Anyway, exams really aren't the best way to celebrate freedom. I mean, whenever it's periodic exams week, I could commute and all that. I just have to tell my parents that I'm going to this and to that. But I've never done that, huh?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;i&gt;lakad&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dadie&lt;/span&gt;. We aren't going far naman. We're just going to visit Maan's old school, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SV Montessori&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, I'm not supposed to be going but I just thought that since I'm near it and they're my friends, I could come. And I'm really dead bored at home. Argh. I would have to do something to enjoy the Christmas vacation. Dadie's gonna come too 'coz she wanna see her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; school. Awww. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;I'm really gonna miss her.&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Kuya Boyet&lt;/span&gt;, our bus driver was teasing the two of us. (I'm referring to Dadie and myself) It's because I told him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Kuya, saan kami?"&lt;/span&gt; His answer was not for both of us but only for me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Dun ka kay Jobi."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm not sure of the spelling but that's how he said it*&lt;/span&gt; So I told him, since I don't want to get stuck in that service with all the kiddos around and I don't have someone old enough to talk with, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Eh. Dun na lang din si Dalainne. :)"&lt;/span&gt; Then Kuya Jobi interjected, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mahuhuli siya pag sumabay siya doon."&lt;/span&gt; Dadie answered, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Okay lang."&lt;/span&gt; And I knew he had no choice then. :)) Hahahaha. Kuya Boyet told Kuya Jobi, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Package yang dalawang yan eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, that's it. Hahaha. So boring, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; was okay. It was kinda &lt;s&gt;tiring for my hands&lt;/s&gt; but I'm used to Filipino and all the writing stuffs together. Package nga. Sabi ni Kuya Boyet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;. I was shocked by how the test went. It was as if I was having extreme &lt;blink&gt;deja vu&lt;/blink&gt; all the time. The questions were all from our quizzes and stuff and I'm glad about it, glad that I've read about all those stuffs that went out. c: For me, that's a good sign. Though I forgot who wrote &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Adela at Florante&lt;/span&gt;, which is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Jose dela Cruz&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know if I'm gonna have &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; low grade. But we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really fun today. Watched TV while I was listening to music from my phone. Actually, I was supposed to study at that time but I'm just not yet in the mood at all. So I dropped it and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Latuuur."&lt;/span&gt; for a lot of times. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Procrastination.&lt;/span&gt; That's my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I hate my &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;tumblarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. :( Really. I was like moping around and all. Know why? Kasi naman, my tumblarity - instead of increasing - is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decreasing&lt;/span&gt; though I always post and reblog and like and all the stuff that you do. I even changed my theme. WTH?! It is soooooooo unfair. I find it really annoying. And to top it all, I lose 164 from it. So I'm back to 213. Fvck. Sorry for the foul words. I'm just soooo irritated by this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't be ruining my mood. Today's the first screening day of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Boys Over Flowers: One More Time&lt;/span&gt; eh. Imma watch it kahit late. Kahit perio. Imma watch it still. :x OMG. They're just soooooooooooooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;. :") I'm melting here, obviously. I wont miss any episode anymore. I'll try my best. Veryyy best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone. Hahaha. :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ikaw...&lt;/span&gt; Naranasan mo na bang magmahal ng isang taong gagawin ang lahat lahat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mawala ka lang sa buhay niya&lt;/span&gt;? Badtrip diba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-8470073096775312788?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8470073096775312788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/lemme-see-you-zombified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8470073096775312788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/8470073096775312788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/lemme-see-you-zombified.html' title='Lemme see you ZOMBIFIED.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6956749704584233578</id><published>2009-12-13T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:05:54.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I shouldn't have kept you waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;It's a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Wasn't able to blog yesterday.&lt;/s&gt; Sorry for that. Well, what's with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;December 12, 2009&lt;/span&gt;? This is what I've told you in one of my blog posts. Hmn, yeah. That day is the party for my grandma. Well, it wasn't that perfect, but it's great. :) With all of the joined efforts of everyone, we were able to pass with the party. Pure happiness - oh, there's a bit of a conflict pala. I shouldn't have said that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Leave my door open just a crack. Please take me away from here.&lt;/span&gt; XD Well, that was a song, huh? Hmn. Conflicts are &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;minimal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- really nothing for you to worry about. So that's it. Lemme tell you the happy parts instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;persuading gran&lt;/span&gt; to give me some money so we could buy meat and all stuffs for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;lumpia&lt;/span&gt;. She agreed in the end and we rushed to the market at once. Upon reaching home, I tied my now long hair and proceed to the kitchen. There, I helped our yaya and aunt in preparing the meat. After watching them, I helped in wrapping the soon-to-be-lumpia-rolls. :] Yeah, it was fun though I made a few mistakes at first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Atleast now I know how to do them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was some sort of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt; with my dad's siblings, by the way. Everyone was their, except daddy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tita Amy&lt;/span&gt; came first. She and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chesca&lt;/span&gt; were our first visitors. They saw us cooking. Tita Amy brought some Pancit Malabon - which is way too delicious - and puto from Goldilocks - my favorite! :P Her daughter and my cousin, Chesca played with CJ at the meantime while I was taking a shower. It's a shame naman kasi if I stink in this very moment. So I made sure that when I hug my relatives, I'm fresh and all that. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tita Cora&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tito Rolly&lt;/span&gt; was next. They chatted. And I was inside my room with my aircon on. Wala pa kasi yung iba. I might perspire when I go out so I stayed for a while muna. When &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tito Romy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tita Tina&lt;/span&gt; came, I turned off my aircon and went out na. My cousin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ninang Claudette&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kuya Romeo&lt;/span&gt; was there. So we chatted kasi all of their conversations were for the adults and working na eh. Ninang was talking to me about the pancit. She was asking me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"You have a new favorite, huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt; :)) Then she explained, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Tita Edith told me to cook some carbonara for you. Is that your new fave?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Mmm... Carbonara's yummy."&lt;/span&gt; I pondered. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"But spaghetti's still my top pick."&lt;/span&gt; I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so had more conversations. About school - college school, work, parents, and their conversation at the house. c: After eating, we walked outside and smelled some fresh air. We burned some calories with the walking. When we came back, the desserts were already there. There was macaroni salad, fruit salad,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; DOUBLE DUTCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ice cream, and the very delicious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-inspired&lt;/span&gt; chocolate cake. I ate a slice of the cake and the ice cream. xp Then we went out again 'coz I was like, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY TUMMY's ROUND AGAIN. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some pictures with the kids naman. We were like in an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;orphanage&lt;/span&gt;. XD Hehe. Then, we said goodbye to them... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tita Amy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chesca&lt;/span&gt; first, - actually, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tito Rolly&lt;/span&gt; was the first - then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tito Eric&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kuya Noel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tita Amor&lt;/span&gt;. Last, we said our goodbyes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tito Romy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tita Tina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ninang Claudette&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kuya Romeo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tita Cora&lt;/span&gt;. That's it. The end of the party. &lt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TODAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is pretty boring. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tumblr, Twitter and Plurk&lt;/span&gt; was quiet. Even the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;texting world&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. So downloaded a few songs and mvids pala. I placed them in my PSP, since I can't put any games in it. Okayy, I'm supposed to be studying pa. I'm finished with Filipino but still halfway through AP. Bye everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's a girl who lives with the aid of quotes describing what she feels. She thinks she's insubstantial but the guys see her as a perfect woman. She thinks no one takes her seriously but someone does, only secretly. She ends up with the wrong guy because she followed a quote and now she's broken. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Story of a dependent woman. Don't be like her. I'm telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6956749704584233578?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6956749704584233578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-i-shouldnt-have-kept-you-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6956749704584233578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6956749704584233578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-i-shouldnt-have-kept-you-waiting.html' title='I know I shouldn&apos;t have kept you waiting.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-1484019530797466997</id><published>2009-12-11T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:03:04.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't pretend that I don't notice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Fear is the enemy. And you're scared of it.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening. Chatted with him. Whatever. We didn't talk that much. Or that long either. He just went online, sent an IM saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I answered, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then he asked, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fine. You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I told him about my classmate who knows him. Then that's it. Dmn. I should've told him not to leave that early. I still wanted to talk to him. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was fun. Really. Some kind of &lt;s&gt;gross&lt;/s&gt;, in a way. Lemme tell you about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cause the girl that you want, she was tearing us apart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cause she's everything, everything I'm not.&lt;/span&gt; That was just a song, huh? Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; was okay. The quiz was okay too. Had a &lt;blink&gt;passing score&lt;/blink&gt;. Thank God! ^^ Aldwin kept on insisting that I don't appreciate his gift in the kriskringle. And I kept assuring him that I did appreciate them. Really. I was serious on that one. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; the bracelet he gave me.&lt;/span&gt; Even the cellphone accessory. He's pretty &lt;s&gt;pessimistic&lt;/s&gt; kasi. Even before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Recess&lt;/span&gt; was slow. Grr. But we were late in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;. XD Anyway, we were asked to get admission slips for tardiness. Yeah. But... whatever. Drop that topic. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; was so fun. Again. Slight? Haahaha. Yesterday's much more fun. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt; was okay. I stayed in the classroom. Hehehe. Then, yeah. That's it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;! We didn't do anything &lt;s&gt;academic&lt;/s&gt;. Yeaaaah. That's the good part. :) Just goofed around the whole Science time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ELA&lt;/span&gt; was okay. Jut copied a lecture about Greek mythology words adapted by our generation. That's pretty much of it. Kidded Sarmie, by the way. Hahaha. When I transfered in the middle of her and Kyle, she asked me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why are you here?&lt;/span&gt; Then I said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ah, so you're rejecting me?&lt;/span&gt; She replied,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; No. I'm not -. &lt;/span&gt;But I cut her off saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Who said I can't sit here? You?!&lt;/span&gt; Then we exchanged more lines. =)) She was taking it seriously and I can't help but laugh at her expression. So I did. And she understood that it was all a &lt;blink&gt;joke&lt;/blink&gt;. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CLVE&lt;/span&gt; was fine. Got &lt;small&gt;scolded&lt;/small&gt; by T. Malou pala. All of us. Well, that's it. Checked some test papers of grade six students. Naaliw ako. I even told teacher, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher, do you have more papers there? I'm enjoying these thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And that's it. ;] Hahaha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt; was pressuring. Tried to keep my recitation higher than Abby. Hahaha. Abby, peace out! Yeah. 'Coz that's the only part where I could excel because the took the others. So, yun lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dismissal&lt;/span&gt; was yum. Drank buko juice while my thoughts are away. I'm so absorbed with my thoughts that I wasn't talking to anyone, which is strange. But I don't think they saw that because my companions were too absorbed with their thoughts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Service time.&lt;/span&gt; Now this is the part. :/ I'm telling ya. This is the gross part. At first, we were fine. We were asking Aldwin to tell us a story. Then as he was talking about something with a 'Starbucks' word in it, Ate Djoanna teased him saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Come again? Did you just say 'Starbush'? Is there such word? &lt;/span&gt;Then Aldwin got a bit offended so he told us he wont continue to story anymore. Then, we tried to convince him that he should continue. He said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, I will. Just give me water first.&lt;/span&gt; Then I gave him my jug. But Grazielle interrupted saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wait! Me first!&lt;/span&gt; Then she drank from it. Aldwin ticked her and water came splashing all over. She hit Jed and Ate Djo in their faces, straight. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;That started the gross part. =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she tried to persuade Aldwin from continuing his story by spilling some water from her mouth on him. Yeah. That's it. Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We all laughed.&lt;/span&gt; Kasi naman eh. It was funny. But gross too. Then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Aldwin wanted revenge&lt;/span&gt; so he tried to steal my jug from Grazielle. I was laughing at that part too. Then, he got it and he was about to gulp another one after an unsuccessful first but Ate Anne stopped him. Good thing. I don't want to get wet with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;saliva&lt;/span&gt;... No way. So yeah, that's all. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a long quote for the day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We fail to be happy 'coz we're not satisfied with what we have. So here's a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;satisfaction guidelines&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Do not hold on to something that would never be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Do not fight for someone not worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Do not cry for something lost, gone and inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Appreciate what you have and be thankful for whatever things people give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happiness is a mere construction of the mind. Everyone can be happy as long as they really want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good night everyone! :-h Thanks fer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&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/6652494151751467585-1484019530797466997?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1484019530797466997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-pretend-that-i-dont-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1484019530797466997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/1484019530797466997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-pretend-that-i-dont-notice.html' title='Can&apos;t pretend that I don&apos;t notice.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-82153656292125404</id><published>2009-12-10T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:56:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;l this time I've was wasting hoping you would come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm having a day from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It was all going so well before you came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;d you told me you needed space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;With a kiss on the side my face. Not again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And not to mention the tears I've shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When I should've kicked your a*s instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I need intervention, attention to stop temptation to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good evening people!&lt;/span&gt; Yow. This is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Signing on. Okay, that was corny. :)) Pardon me for that. Anyway, today was really &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;. Loveyou guys! I mean, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dalton&lt;/span&gt; students. Hahaha. Not only the guys but everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to learn &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tiyakad&lt;/span&gt;. :o Omo. That was scaryy. I have this feeling that I would fall down but I tried to push it away everytime I take a slow, careful step with it. I'd rather go with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blink&gt;Sangkayaw&lt;/blink&gt; &lt;/span&gt;than Tiyakad, most definitely. I find Tiyakad &lt;s&gt;dangerous&lt;/s&gt;. Especially to those who don't know it. Of course, you need someone who'll hold the stands for yaa. Oh, whatever. Next topic na lang? I'm kinda bored with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; was... okay. Hahaha. Skip. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TLE&lt;/span&gt; was unforgettable. Para maiba naman. Puro fun eh. :D Why? We had a bingo game and we only had &lt;s&gt;two&lt;/s&gt; mistakes! Yeaaah! That's the thing. Only, if Niel helped, we could've perfected it or something. I guess. Niel's a pretty good companion. Since he didn't study, he cheered for me instead. He also made the grid. Yeah. And he made another one 'coz I spelled the first word wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Recess&lt;/span&gt; was the usual. Noodle house fer my food. I picked &lt;b&gt;Beef Teriyaki&lt;/b&gt; today. I hate redundancy eh. Specially in food. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I hate eating the &lt;u&gt;same&lt;/u&gt; food twice&lt;/span&gt;, except for sweets and chocolates. Yeah. They're &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;the only exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wow. That's Paramore's. c: What's with me today? I seem to place too much song lyrics in my blog posts lately. Hahaha. Some sort of trend? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt; was okay too. Took a post test. I scored 89. Poor me. *wallbash* Anyway, it's a passing score. Okay na yun. Rather than a &lt;s&gt;failing&lt;/s&gt; one, right? Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"Why are we talking about love again?"&lt;/span&gt; But I just can't say it out loud. Since there's the pain again, why not speak it out? It doesn't do me any good din eh, hiding my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt; was different. Saw that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-put that word here-&lt;/span&gt; photographer again. So he caught the girls' attention once again. Particularly the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Darwin girls&lt;/span&gt;. Peace yooo. I promise not to comment anymore. Kasi I hate it when people say my crush isn't cute eh. :] I just thought na maybe they feel the same. So yeah, it's better to say nothing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll shut my thoughts to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; was boring. Yesterday we had fun but now, where is the spirit? Hahaha. I missed it. Well, I had a hard time composing a generalization 'coz &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm having a deja vu&lt;/span&gt;. Like I've already written whatever I'm planning to write. But in reality, I haven't yet. I ended up writing and disregarding my deja vu. I would only be wasting time if I kept thinking when I thought it happened. Had a quiz here too, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ELA &lt;/span&gt;was funny. A bit. T. Me-an paired some of our classmates and their cause and effect. Some were funny. That's it. x)) We're reporting on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;minotaurs&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow pala. I remembered recently. Ow, and there's a lot to pass tomorrow. :| &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Public Speaking&lt;/span&gt; was the usual. Sir reviewing us, copying lectures and conversing with Sir when we're finished with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.E.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the best! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3333333333&lt;/span&gt; Though we had an exam, we enjoyed playing naman. Talked to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jed, Grazielle and Mao&lt;/span&gt; in dismissal. Ate a cornetto and chips while doing it. ^^ Pagkain na naman! Well, I just can't help it. I even ate a toblerone bar upon reaching home. That's the first thing I grabbed. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SyD2y9FHodI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_AXyyObkFpI/s1600-h/tumblr_ku8yqygCZf1qzf40to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SyD2y9FHodI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_AXyyObkFpI/s320/tumblr_ku8yqygCZf1qzf40to1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413598107349262802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked this pic. I found it in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;. Yeaah. Speaking of Tumblr, why isn't my tumblarity increasing ba? I'm always online naman and I always post and all that. Why, oh, why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night na. I think I placed too many things here. :b Good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. =p~&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/6652494151751467585-82153656292125404?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/82153656292125404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-me-what-do-you-do-when-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/82153656292125404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/82153656292125404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-me-what-do-you-do-when-it-all.html' title='Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SyD2y9FHodI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_AXyyObkFpI/s72-c/tumblr_ku8yqygCZf1qzf40to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-736522777083275774</id><published>2009-12-09T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:16:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible as the wind that you feel upon your cheek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Sometimes what's real is something you can't see.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakes and presents for my&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Granny Leonor!&lt;/span&gt; :D She's going seventy-one now. Hihi. Yeah, so we'll throw a debut party for her on Saturday and we're in charge for the SHANGHAI ROLLS. It's gonna be a full &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blast&lt;/span&gt; fo sure. What do you think if we rent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;O &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;?! :)) Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a post test in ELA. &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8-|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; &lt;-- Omo! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THAT LOOKS LIKE &lt;u&gt;SQUIDWARD&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:) *roflmao* I bet Daltons know what I mean with that "squid" part. Lol. Anyway, I have the statements: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Let bygones be bygones&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Spare the rod.&lt;/span&gt; They're the very reasons why I got &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; effin mistakes in the test. Tao. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How many tears you let hit the floor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- Million? Haha. Kidding. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pails of tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maybe. Or &lt;u&gt;drums&lt;/u&gt;. You never know. :D Btw, we weren't able to take the &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;class picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; because he was absent. *wallbash* Whatver. So we'll have to bring our uniforms tomorrow. Nevermind na nga lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;noodles with shanghai rolls&lt;/span&gt; in recess. I'm really making a beast of myself lately, aren't I? :/ Really. I can't help it. Even at home. I eat &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt;. So this is what you call &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;? :)) Nawp. I'm just gaining weight. I need it, anyway. Actually, I don't eat healthy foods naman eh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I just eat. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Computer:&lt;/span&gt; Well, this is pretty funny. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jared and Paolo&lt;/span&gt; kept on giving innuendos on random things. =)) They always do that. All the time. So yeah. That's it. They goofed around even when Sir Mike is discussing his usual too-fast-for-you-to-understand lecture. ;D Good thing I could understand him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Good thing&lt;/span&gt;. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm consuming&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt;'s lengthwise now. :P Nothing intended. I really love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Tumblr&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na. Imma upload a pic laturrr while listening to songs in my phone. Yeaaaba! Love my new phone! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;33333&lt;/span&gt; By the way, here's an excerpt from Aralin 19 in Ibong Adarna. *look down!* Wonderful, isn't it? Just like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Don't judge a book by its cover.'&lt;/span&gt; Very touching. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Noon niya nakilala na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sa luma't pangit pala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tao'y wag pakaaasang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Walang tamis, walang ganda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shiela &lt;/span&gt;spotted me coming from the new lobby. She greeted me with an I-know-something-you-didn't-know stare and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Charmmm."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;WTH? What is it?!&lt;/b&gt; I really hate being the &lt;s&gt;last to know&lt;/s&gt;. But since they have no immediate plans to let me in with the secret, I just have to wait patiently until they tell me the truth. I tried to persuade them in telling me and some gave in. They told me different answers so I smelled something &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fishy&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, I'll pretend to accept those lies. Or truth. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Fer &lt;u&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; was fun though it was a bit &lt;s&gt;suffocating&lt;/s&gt;. I inhaled the smell of burned &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sulfur&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fvck.&lt;/span&gt; Sakit sa lalamunan. :| Anyway, its color is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;greeeen&lt;/span&gt;. Hihi. Btw, I enjoyed watching the sugar burn. :)) Ngbubbles kasi. Tapos naging &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;caramel&lt;/span&gt; siya. Sayang nga lang kasi nasunog. Hmp. Ate some of the sugar pa nga eh. When they aren't burned yet. Awww. I wish they weren't burned na lang. What a waste. Joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal Time: Saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ate Jhoanna&lt;/span&gt; and she treated me an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;! Yey! Ang bait naman. :] Had fun watching &lt;blink&gt;Aristotle&lt;/blink&gt; students playing &lt;b&gt;softball&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dadie&lt;/span&gt;'s gonna transfer to SV Montessori next year. :( Awww. I'm gonna miss her. She asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Maan&lt;/span&gt; about the school she's transfering on. Haiy. Mawawalan na naman ako ng bestie. Anyway, life is a show. It goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy. That's much of today. Good night everyone! Thanks fer reading this. :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :-bd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-736522777083275774?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/736522777083275774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/invisible-as-wind-that-you-feel-upon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/736522777083275774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/736522777083275774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/invisible-as-wind-that-you-feel-upon.html' title='Invisible as the wind that you feel upon your cheek.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-544012446974338762</id><published>2009-12-08T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:36:26.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh star, fall down on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;I was living in a fantasy. Waiting for somebody to rescue me.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He was my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;fairytale fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He was my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wish I just never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;woke&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'Coz he wasn't for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I found a way to light the dark. It was always here inside my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Wala lang. Okay, so I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;back to loving &lt;u&gt;him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. Ang gulo ko noh? Whatever. I, myself, becomes confused of my feelings. I really don't have a special someone or something. It just pops out. XD  Had fun playing with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PING PONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; ball. :D I let it bounce for a couple of times with the racket - or whatever you call it - just to be able to control the ball. Yeeee! Natuwa naman ako dun. He could do a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt; of those pala. Even the &lt;s&gt;forehand&lt;/s&gt;. Garrrr. That one's hard, eh? Okay, so I'm really back. :)) But, seriously, I really want to learn how to play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;table tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na. Not because &lt;s&gt;he used to play it&lt;/s&gt; but because I just want to. Masama ba? Yes, ang sungit ko. x)) Peace y'all. Yeah, I wanna learn how. I'm gonna ask &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kat J.&lt;/span&gt; to teach me tomorrow. I hope she'll help me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A miracle starts whenever you dream. Your song will hold the key.&lt;/span&gt; c: --&gt; That one's too inspirational, huh? Parang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lang eh. :] Yeah, that was from &lt;b&gt;Barbie and the Diamond Castle&lt;/b&gt;. I just downloaded it this night. Not that fond of the story, actually. I just love the songs. I also like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Two Voices, One Song&lt;/span&gt; one. It was the best for me. Even the scene itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun listening to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Aldwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s impromptu stories. His director &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slash*&lt;/span&gt; the one who gives the topic was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jed&lt;/span&gt;, by the way. So yeah, he made a story with us in it inspired by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blues Clues&lt;/span&gt;, Dora the Explorer, Three Little Pigs, Daedalus and Icarus, Jack and the Beanstalk, The Little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Riding Hood, and more. Ang galing niya nga mag-gawagawaan eh. &lt;blink&gt;Talented!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This circle never ends. And it's time you jsut face it. Don't pretend that it's over.&lt;/span&gt; Yes. That one's a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song. Love that one. But I love &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; more pa rin. Even though matagal na siya. The song's still the best for me. I'm so excited for their concert in Manila. I really want a ticket to their concert!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;WAAAANTT!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; Santa, please, give me one. I've been good this year naman eh. *puppydogeyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;class picture&lt;/span&gt;. Not because of the &lt;s&gt;photographer&lt;/s&gt;, huh? Screw that! Honestly, I don't find him appealing. Or even handsome. ^^ Sorry. Anyway, they think he is. So what? May &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-ano-&lt;/span&gt; na naman ako eh. ;D Wala lang. HAHAHA. Super funny. Whatever. Okay, back to the topic. I'm so excited for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; wacky shot&lt;/span&gt; pala. We're wearing a different tee that time na eh. I wonder what our posing will be.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. *thinkinghard*&lt;/span&gt; 8-| I hope it'll be funny or just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;DALTON&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sneakers is lurveeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/span&gt; The chocolate one, huh? Baka naman yung sapatos yung iniisip mo. How could I eat that? =)) Anyway, been eating it since I reached home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chocolates&lt;/span&gt; is girl's newest best friend - next to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;diamonds&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It has to get ugly before it gets pretty! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Charm. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-544012446974338762?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/544012446974338762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-star-fall-down-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/544012446974338762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/544012446974338762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-star-fall-down-on-me.html' title='Oh star, fall down on me.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6181100011153450296</id><published>2009-12-07T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:07:41.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in my dreams. Just wanna let you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;I'm 100% sure he wont read this. :)) But yeah, I dreamt of you. Again.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Life is always hard for the Belle of the boulevard.&lt;/span&gt; Enough of the songs na nga. :) I know this makes no sense and that he'll never read this. As if naman alam niya yung blog ko diba? I've told this to him in one of our conversations before but he never showed &lt;s&gt;interest&lt;/s&gt; in it. :/ That was frustrating, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt;. Well, he's a &lt;b&gt;boy&lt;/b&gt;. He sees things in a different way. I didn't mind if he doesn't care on whatever I put here naman eh. But, anyway, I'll be true to my feelings now. Here. -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I dreamt of you. Last night. And that was the second. And the worse than the first. You just didn't have a cameo but you also spoke to me. The worst part in that is I still love you and you've found someone else. :)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamustanamandiba?&lt;/span&gt; Whatever naman sakin. XD Basta, I hope you'll be reading this, or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt; -- That's the end of it. I just had to say it. :) Now, next topic na. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;. Really. :D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Niel &lt;/span&gt;made me laugh hard because of his costume in Filipino. He portrayed a man who wanted to be a woman and so he underdid a sex change. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I hope my grammar's right!*&lt;/span&gt; Well, he did great on that one. They didn't just giggle upon seeing him. They lolled too. Just like I did. They even made a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Music please!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dialog. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had fun hiding my classmates' things.&lt;/span&gt; Well, yeah. I was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pasimuno'&lt;/span&gt; but they never caught me. :p I had fun seeing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mirro&lt;/span&gt;'s face when he wasn't aware yet of his missing pencil case. I also found &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jed&lt;/span&gt;'s expression funny because he kept on saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Ang sama niyo!"&lt;/span&gt; to our faces while shifting his things to find his &lt;s&gt;ID&lt;/s&gt;. x)) That's the first thing we hid, by the way. Mirro wasn't included but then he gave a clue away that's why Jed knew where it is. Sayang. I would've like to see what Jed's face will be if he's still not able to find his ID by 5:00. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmn. What else for today? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Had fun soundtripping.&lt;/span&gt; I sang out loud while doing my assignments in this and that. :D Well, I'm pretty sure my classmates know what are assignments are. No need to mention them here. And another thing. It's too late for them to check this one out. I think I'm the only one here. I only think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;. :x A lot of people reblogged my posts. Yeee! That's good for my tumblarity. Which is still within the range of 100. WTH?! Kasi naman eh. Ang inactive ko the past few days. That's the price I've got to pay. :] Ayun, I posted all sorts of things. From reblogs, a photo of myself, an excerpt from my dream and many more. Wanna see a conversation *ouch* from my dream? Check it out on Tumblr! c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, maybe. We're going to have a mass tomorrow and I'm gonna offer something for it. Wala lang. I want to give. ^^ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Good night everyone. Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You're supposed to be acting it out, not saying it out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/715/715395mizlhh7ubh.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. &gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-6181100011153450296?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6181100011153450296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-in-my-dreams-just-wanna-let-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6181100011153450296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6181100011153450296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-in-my-dreams-just-wanna-let-you.html' title='You&apos;re in my dreams. Just wanna let you know.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5673100605511775619</id><published>2009-12-06T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:53:46.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again, circles never end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;I can feel the spirit of Christmas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*burrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Just%20For%20Fun/snowman1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This is the &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; day ever! &lt;:P&lt;/span&gt; Sunod-sunod ba naman?! :))&lt;br /&gt;I received two wristwatches, a phone, two bottles of my fave perfume, a laptop case, a computer table and a bunch of chocolates! They all came at the same time. I was like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already. This is so advance. Are you sure it's just December &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;? I feel like I'm in December &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;T o b l e r o n e&lt;/span&gt;  is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;33333333&lt;/span&gt; I'm certainly addicted to this chocolate right now. Specifically, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;white&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one. Weeeee! Really tastes like heaven. :D I also love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; one - the original and the first Toblerone I've ever tasted, and the one with both the &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The stars lay down to kiss you. I lay awake and miss you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; rocks! \m/ Their songs are great! The lyrics are all adorable. :D My faves are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Vanilla Twilight&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fireflies&lt;/span&gt; so far. The others are good too. I'm singing a new song nga pala.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed texting with friends a while ago. Naalala ko tuloy si &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Emma Roberts&lt;/span&gt;. She's gorgeous. I actually have a poster of her courtesy of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Total Girl&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of TG, I haven't bought a TGmag for a couple of months na. :| I hope I could buy another one soon. Again. I want the one with Edward and Jacob's photos in it. I mean, R.Patz and Lautner, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuties na rin lang ang pinag-uusapan, I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;ARRON VILLAFLOR&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon in ASAP. He made my day. Again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:") &lt;/span&gt;He's just so &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; as ever. And he had more exposures too. I was doing my notes in &lt;u&gt;CLVE&lt;/u&gt; but I abruptly stopped when I saw his face. He's just soooooo irresistible. His face is angelic and adorable. Really. He's gorgeous too. I hope he'll be given a soap or a show that he would star in - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a major role for the handsomest boy ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I can't wait to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; in Manila! I hope I'll be allowed to go to their concert. I really hope sooo. omo. I want a ticket!!! :) Have some? Share mo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm still gonna fix my things for tomorrow. Good night everyone! Sweet dreams. :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why do you always look for someone perfect when all you need is someone real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/413/413944ve4k41ch84.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. &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/6652494151751467585-5673100605511775619?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5673100605511775619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-we-go-again-circles-never-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5673100605511775619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5673100605511775619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-we-go-again-circles-never-end.html' title='Here we go again, circles never end.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-9106838498931664363</id><published>2009-12-05T14:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:17:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a love machine. Oh, you make me dizzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I haven't thought about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;There's no you and I, and I know&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will...&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and smell the break up,&lt;br /&gt;Realize that we won't make up,&lt;br /&gt;It didn't go the way you planned.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know you didn't beat me&lt;br /&gt;When you look down and see&lt;br /&gt;I got an "I Heart &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Written on the back of my hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SxoCkJ8VA6I/AAAAAAAAABs/YJqc17-MvCQ/s1600-h/PC041453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SxoCkJ8VA6I/AAAAAAAAABs/YJqc17-MvCQ/s320/PC041453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411640722406572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SxoCLYle3OI/AAAAAAAAABk/TSZQ69Uf5UQ/s1600-h/PC041458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SxoCLYle3OI/AAAAAAAAABk/TSZQ69Uf5UQ/s320/PC041458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411640296840551650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic I've taken. It's my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; handwriting&lt;/span&gt; down there. Pardon me for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt;, by the way. Hahaha. I just hope I could've made some lettering there. It's too &lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unadorned&lt;/s&gt;. But, yeah, that's the way I write. Check my notebooks if you want. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lol. XD Loved doing that one. :) &lt;u&gt;Currently:&lt;/u&gt; Downloading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABBA&lt;/span&gt; Songs and some other. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;*Honey, honey, how you thrilled me. Aha! Honey, honey! :))*&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I'm loving &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JabbaWockeeZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vids now. I just downloaded two of them - namely: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ice Box&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Pill&lt;/span&gt;. They're awesome. See the way they move? It's incredible. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SM Molino lately and did some shopping. Not of clothes but of something to eat and to use for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;TLE project in Monday&lt;/span&gt;. :D Well, it was hard. I kept changing my mind every second. We circled &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;National Bookstore&lt;/span&gt; for almost one hour. I guess? I'm really not sure. And there's the devastating traffic on the way their. Wuuuutda?! Anyway, I enjoyed it. My companion keeps laughing at me whenever I change my mind eh. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys II Men&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;. I love their song titled Down on Bended Knees! =p~ Can we go back to days our was strong? Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong? Can somebody tell me how to get things right the way they used to be? Oh God, give me a reason. I'm down on bended knees. *I remembered &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TSS &lt;/span&gt;tuloy. It means: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That's So Sweet!&lt;/span&gt; pala.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a picture of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this afternoon. The one with a black dress. That's what she wore in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt; mvid. I just love her there! She looks uber good in that dress. Though her hat made it a bit weird, I still find it cool. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lady Gaga: The Fame Monster.&lt;/span&gt; Agreee! :-bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Zagu&lt;/span&gt; made my day. Weeee! I love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mocha&lt;/span&gt; one. Now. Talk about food, then call my name! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Masibang bata 101.&lt;/span&gt; XD Btw, I'm eating some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt; right at this moment.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad!&lt;/span&gt; I'm so excited for their cargo. They said my computer table is there. I'm so tired of placing this laptop in the top of my study table. The wires are tangled below it. Argh! It's such a mess. Good thing they said it would be delivered this week, or the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I'm gonna study for a quiz in TLE tomorrow. And I'm gonna do nothing next. Maybe a movie marathon? I'm not quite sure. Whatever pops in my mind na lang siguro. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every person in this world gets hurt and the world does not have the obligation to protect you. Not because you’re a good person or you have a kind heart, you’ll be able to avoid pain; or you will never be left or be fooled by the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1168/1168482ykwgt3lspk.png" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. &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/6652494151751467585-9106838498931664363?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9106838498931664363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-love-machine-oh-you-make-me-dizzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/9106838498931664363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/9106838498931664363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-love-machine-oh-you-make-me-dizzy.html' title='You&apos;re a love machine. Oh, you make me dizzy!'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/SxoCkJ8VA6I/AAAAAAAAABs/YJqc17-MvCQ/s72-c/PC041453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5832991673681633766</id><published>2009-12-04T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:40:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Turn this place into a private getaway. &gt;:)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm168/ronith1607/frappeh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 191px; height: 254px;" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o212/ricky_billy_photos/Kyushu%202009/241Large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starbucks = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;33333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mocha Frappe - Coffee Jelly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Damn those sweet memories.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not that I curse them, but I just hate remembering them. The dream I had this morning everything fall over. I'm starting over again - back to patching the shattered pieces of my frail heart. Yow, ang &lt;s&gt;emote&lt;/s&gt;. :)) Well, that bit was true, really. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My loves die before they're even born. :/&lt;/span&gt; Screw &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;. Lemme name them. Quizzes namely in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Science&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*We took two.*&lt;/span&gt; and a post test in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. That isn't allowed right? They wouldn't care rin naman if they knew. Everythings topsy-turvy now, isn't it? :o dmn. If we're not playing daw - during the palaro, according to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dustine&lt;/span&gt; - we would be having classes. That's way too overboard already. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELGA NA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; Grr. They've been taking a lot from us. What's the use of all those expenses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun conversing with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jed, Ate Djoanna and Aldwin&lt;/span&gt;. We shared a lot of stories, more on Jourdese and Mirro, actually. =)) Here's one. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mirro:&lt;/span&gt; Squid; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jourdese:&lt;/span&gt; Fish.&lt;br /&gt;Sinubo?! ni Jourdese yung ballpen niya kay Mirro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mirro:&lt;/span&gt; Bakit mo isinubo sa'kin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jourdese:&lt;/span&gt; Malalagyan mo ng tinta eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mirro:&lt;/span&gt; Still a squid; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jourdese:&lt;/span&gt; Still a fish; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jared:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The teaser.&lt;br /&gt;toooooooogsh! Nadapa si Mirro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jared:&lt;/span&gt; Ano ba yan Mirro, ang dami-dami mong galamay eh!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jared:&lt;/span&gt; Mirro, eight na lang jersey number mo. Walo naman galamay mo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah, I know. That was corny. Well, that made me laugh anyway. Paolo's too eager to go out. He's the one planning the IP meeting now. What a change. Ano kaya nakain nun? Kidding. :D But yeah, he must be &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; bored to give that much effort when he could just go to a comshop and play there. Why did he choose to do the IP anyway? What's up? Honestly, I don't know a thing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited with our jersey. It seems pretty good to me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Maan is the bomb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;:P Syempre naman, anak ko ata yan! Hahaha. That's just our funny joke. She calls me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everytime she spots me. She mimics a break-down-and-cry sob and tells me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Mamma! Bakit kayo nagbreak ni Papa -insertnamehere-?"&lt;/span&gt; I was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Whatever, daughter."&lt;/span&gt; But I just say nothing and comfort her. She doesn't have a &lt;s&gt;father&lt;/s&gt; anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot our team name. Again. Ang haba kasi eh! The word is so sophisticated. Or maybe that's just my mind? I don't know. Hahaha. Sorry for that. =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chatted with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Paolo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cathleen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dustine&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Kirk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kirk had a motive, definitely. And I was right. He asked me what my jersey number was for someone. WTH. He said it was because that person wants to have the same jersey number with me. Whatever. I wont react na lang. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, he was waiting for someone. And I think I know who it is. She's on a while ago, but she just went off. I didn't notice. He said this before he dozed off, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"geh alis na ako ha..la na nman sia eh..bkas ulit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy. Good thing we have no assignments for Monday. It would be a total &lt;blink style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rest&lt;/blink&gt; time for me. Wohooo! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Good night everyone!&lt;/span&gt; I'm off to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love is everything it's cracked up to be… It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd360/jonas4ever316/starbucks-1.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. ;p&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/6652494151751467585-5832991673681633766?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5832991673681633766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/starbucks-33333333-mocha-frappe-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5832991673681633766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5832991673681633766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/starbucks-33333333-mocha-frappe-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o212/ricky_billy_photos/Kyushu%202009/th_241Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6236255985140958649</id><published>2009-12-03T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:51:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born in the arms of imaginary friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that I can't keep loving you.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*Only half of my mind, though. :/*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a jerk to fall for a person whom I know will never like me back. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hate to hear everything.&lt;/span&gt; All of it. But no matter how hard I try to push the thought away, it still comes back and it makes me more close to crying. How vulnerable I am! I don't even have even an inch of right to be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt; Why is loving so hard - and &lt;s&gt;painful&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's change the topic. I don't want to be in total distress, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tons of things to do. Review for EXAMS, do a reaction paper in RHGP, find something soft for our monito/monita and define some terms in AP. Today's such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; day. Science is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;fuuun&lt;/span&gt;! First time ever. :D That's because of the high grade I got. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mantakinmo?&lt;/span&gt; Lucky. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PE was the best.&lt;/span&gt; I had soooooo much fun playing &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Doble Tamaang Tao&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;. Though it's really &lt;s&gt;sweaty&lt;/s&gt; and all that, I still had fun. I kind of like forgot my blessings - :)) - and just played like there's no tomorrow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Sir Ryan&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s a &lt;u&gt;natural&lt;/u&gt;! He's awesome. So does &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;. Mamaw eh. Anyway, it could've been a straight-three-point win if Sir wasn't helping the other team. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamustanamanyon?&lt;/span&gt; Kidding. We didn't quite mind much that part. We had fun eh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; was great too. So is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Renzo&lt;/span&gt;. I lolled while hiding from the ball when the others get hit and they just end up posing different - I mean, weird... as in really weird - posses. =)) roflmao. That's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot today. Again. Hahaha. I ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;noodles with lumpiang shanghai&lt;/span&gt; during recess and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;crabsticks&lt;/span&gt; at lunch. I also munched a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;turon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;vanilla cornetto&lt;/span&gt; at dismissal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takawkonoh? &lt;/span&gt;Well, maybe you know why I'm eating so much. I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jersey number:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. I'm G-3 and so I got 3. Whatever. What a number, right? Micha needs the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; badly so I gave it to her na. Maybe I'll figure out a number soon. A better one. Or I should stick to three nalang. It's not that bad naman eh. I just wish our color will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;b l u e&lt;/span&gt;. That's a lot more better. If it's pink, it would only remind me of something... Ahem, I mean, someone... Okayyy. Next topic please! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mirro&lt;/span&gt;'s sooo funny. Hmn, speaking of funny, I laughed a lot today. =)) I just felt like almost all things were funny. Even talked to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kathrine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Dadie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt; about them. I shared a secret with both Kathrine and Dadie too. Okay, next topic again. c: Anyway, it was really fun. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Niel &lt;/span&gt;was having those days again, when he would just stare at his paper and write nothing. :)) But Niel is funny. Really. Seeing him with that face, it just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're gonna have a &lt;s style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;post test in Filipino&lt;/s&gt; tomorrow. And a &lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;quiz in Math and Science&lt;/s&gt;. What else? I still have to make up for my &lt;s style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;quiz in Health&lt;/s&gt;. This is so nerve-wracking. Fvck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could you expect me to take all those exams in just one day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Shutthefckup.&lt;/span&gt; Mehn, this is horrible. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;:o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're gonna join in a dance competition in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Camella&lt;/span&gt;. I guess so. Whatever. I don't feel like coming though. We have periodicals ahead, and even a lot more things to do. How the hell could we make a new dance? Tell me! Kidding. I mean, we have different scheds and sure the heck &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to go home late again.&lt;/span&gt; :/ Dad's gonna kill me. Mom's gonna fry me up. Argh. Yummy? :| Anyway, we'll just see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wanted:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crush. End of sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! Sleep tight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I don't wanna wake up from you.*&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's early but I'm greeting everyone, regardless. I wish I could go to Simbang Gabi too. XD &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blink&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. ;p&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/6652494151751467585-6236255985140958649?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6236255985140958649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-born-in-arms-of-imaginary-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6236255985140958649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/6236255985140958649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-born-in-arms-of-imaginary-friends.html' title='I was born in the arms of imaginary friends.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-3149183736035597079</id><published>2009-12-02T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:38:05.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you'll make it with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;You better forget yesterday, tomorrow wait and see.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu320/BeeRai/taylorswift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Flaunt it tswift! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I see you walking with the weight of the world.&lt;/span&gt; :) Oh well, my newest last song syndrome. Btw, we've been talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SEAFOODS! &lt;/span&gt;lately in our school service. Yeah, it was really mouthwatering. It made me want another visit in Macapagal Ave. Maybe drop by MOA or eat in Seaside. Why not try Yellow Cab? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwde pa-emote lang? Even just for a moment? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ssssshhhhh!*&lt;/span&gt; I'm having an epiphany here.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not that affected with his name anymore. &lt;/span&gt;I mean, I used to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; disturbed before. But now, I feel like a jerk waiting for the &lt;s&gt;throbbing&lt;/s&gt; whenever someone utters his name. Well, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, why there is no sorrow registering in my system.&lt;br /&gt;- I eat a lot these days. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chocolates&lt;/span&gt; in particular. Either way, I still have no &lt;s&gt;lovelife&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Screw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;Hearts.&lt;/small&gt; Kidding. Well, I just feel utterly insignificant. You know, no one loves you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*as a lover*&lt;/span&gt; and no one feels special for you. That's just a part of the frustration. If you live in a world where there are a lot of people in love... How would you feel if you're the only one loveless? Hmn. I don't think that'll help, really. And the fact that you have no crush at all really makes it much worse. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Unfair. x/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic. :D School is a rush. Everything. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;removed&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Track &amp;amp; Field&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;parade&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YELL&lt;/span&gt; competition, and they think Palaro's only for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt;. That's totally ridiculous. How could we enjoy a three-day play? WTF. All this cancellations or removals are getting in my nerves. Would the SG help? I hope so. Student's are experiencing hell in the moment. We have the rights for having a Palaro but it wouldn't be fun if it's cut short. We have all the days in the school year studying and only a week for play would be shortened? No way! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami namang &lt;s&gt;nakakainis&lt;/s&gt; ngayong araw na 'to. Music was comforting. The colors are really adorable. Especially the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;b &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;:") It's just sooooo cute. I had fun tuning our first four bottles. I'm more excited with the decorating part. Really. x)) Anyway, I'm so bored today. I think we have no assignments but I'm repeating my notes in a subject. They're too messy kasi. It's better than passing a chaotic notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awful. :)) Our househelper saw me and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;small&gt;"Meron ka ba ngayon?"&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I replied, "Huh? Bakit?" Then I turned my skirt around and saw that red thing. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-my-gosh-why-didn't-i-see-it-coming?!! &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; why-didn't-anyone-told-me-about-it?!!!&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; did-anyone-see-it?! &lt;/span&gt;;o ;o ;o ;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Raaaawr.&lt;/span&gt; Darn. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for Something &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SOFT &lt;/span&gt;as a gift? We have a kris kringle eh. And I still can't think of something I could give within a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;twenty-peso bill&lt;/span&gt; for the one I've picked. &lt;big&gt;Please. Help meeee.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I say today? Hmn, I remember this line from Twilight. Just flashed in my mind in an instant. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Can't you just thank me and get over it?"&lt;/span&gt; -- Edward. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"The clouds I can bare, but I can't fight with an eclipse."&lt;/span&gt; -- Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Maybe he is your prince charming but you're not his Cinderella." &gt; In other words, not all people can return what you feel for them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-3149183736035597079?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3149183736035597079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-youll-make-it-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3149183736035597079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/3149183736035597079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-youll-make-it-with-me.html' title='I know you&apos;ll make it with me.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-4310121140415552486</id><published>2009-12-01T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:19:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse the soy sauce. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Newest Christmas wish! Nike Air. ;&gt; Wanna give one?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i854.photobucket.com/albums/ab102/boyfriend01/orange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&gt; Lemme share this with yooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; materialistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; mom complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"But it's just soooo cutee. Admit it, Mom. You like it too."&lt;/span&gt; I challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt;. But that's not the point."&lt;/span&gt; mom admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Mom, you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; materialistic."&lt;/span&gt; I teased.&lt;br /&gt;=)) She promised me that she'll find one of these though. =))&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okayy. Good evening everyone! Want a banat? *roflmao. Here's one. &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Apoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ba&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Kasi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yoo. Ohdiba? Matalinooo. :D Kidding. Lakas lang ng tama ko ngayon. Must be the sauce. Want to know about it? &lt;blink&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Soy sauce talk near.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes. Beepbeep! Eto na talaga. I was walking with my three buddies - namely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dalainne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kathrine&lt;/span&gt; - to buy something in the old lobby. Dadie's headed to &lt;b&gt;Pinoy Pao&lt;/b&gt; and we're just accompanying her there. I have bought something to eat na kasi. Then, Yen called me and I thought it was Ira who said my name so I turned around. They laughed so I looked at them next. Then she beckoned me closer so I went there. She asked me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"Are you joining the cheerdance?"&lt;/span&gt; I replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Definitely!"&lt;/span&gt; Then she turned my torso around and I asked her, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt; She just continued to stare at that direction then Kristina broke in, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"She's been high ever since she saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I get it.&lt;/span&gt; I thought. Then I laughed and hit Azielle's siomai. The soy sauce of her food spilled all over. Yeah! It's raining &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;toyo&lt;/span&gt;. :)) Then that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the worst that happened. Nothing else followed. Thank God for that. *sigh* Oh man, the TLE project was wooooh. I really thought I'll be dead. Good thing, sir had second thoughts and allowed us to pass tomorrow. What a nice guy he is! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sir Robert!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hooo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sir Robert! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I remembered T. Johna tuloy. She loves ORANGE&gt; :] Oh, here's a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 197px;" src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab299/sinivaara/Candy%20Z/Modification/candy_orange_slice_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px; height: 197px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/21ou2ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;                                               &lt;b&gt;Left:&lt;/b&gt; Yum! :D Just ate some of these. &lt;b&gt;Right:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bed rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;small&gt;:))&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyooo. Still there? Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; was deadly. &lt;small&gt;It was always a pain in the neck.&lt;/small&gt; Nearly &lt;s&gt;choked&lt;/s&gt; when I saw what our seatwork is about. I just screwed up that part. WTH &gt; If you saw my face there, you'll laugh, I promise. =)) Good this my hair is long. It covered half of my face. That saved me from those laughs you know. And people barely look at me. That's also an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaawd. I'm so terrified for my result in the Science post test. I dread to see that one, or ever hold it again. I just hope I'll pass it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crossfingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight, I guess. Good night everyone! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Parang elevator lang yan eh. Bakit mo pagsisiksikan yung sarili mo kung wala namang pwesto para sa'yo? Eh meron namang hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. ~:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6652494151751467585-4310121140415552486?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4310121140415552486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanna-give-one-lemme-share-this-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4310121140415552486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/4310121140415552486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanna-give-one-lemme-share-this-with.html' title='Curse the soy sauce. :))'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/21ou2ba_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-5133801441133540730</id><published>2009-11-30T10:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:51:55.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you so, it scares me to death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;"You don't get a second chance at humanity, Bella."&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 300px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b30/GusZuni/pnut_portman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I soooooo love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, isn't she? c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read something in Tumblr today. It said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tuwing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pasko,&lt;/span&gt; dapat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;magbigayan.&lt;/span&gt; Kaya &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;magbreak &lt;/span&gt;na &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kayo.&lt;/span&gt; Give &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I reblogged it and placed a WTH. =)) How silly. I've got one pa pala. But this one's serious. Imma put it in my quote of the day. Makyoooot eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch some movies first. I'll save this as a draft and finish the rest in the evening, or afternoon. Whenever I feel so. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;// Edited. :) //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. Well, I planned to go for another movie, which is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; but I &lt;s&gt;failed&lt;/s&gt;. Tsk. I still have a lot to do eh. So yun, let's leave it for next time na lang. There's still a lot of next times, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Ninang Claudette&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;'s arrival! Of course, because she'll be back and she'll be bringing my parent's cellphone with her. That would be my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;new phone&lt;/span&gt;. ~:) Isn't it fab? Oh, yeas, you're not that affected. Ou nga naman. So yeah, that's it. But still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm soooooooo excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote below is so emote. Naks, kawawa naman yung grammar ko. OMG. I miss playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Plants VS. Zombies.&lt;/span&gt; Haven't played for what? &lt;s&gt;Decades?&lt;/s&gt; Kidding. Just days, or maybe weeks. Yeah, weeks nga. x)) I miss my level whick is 2-8. Poor me. Haven't even gone halfway through it. My classmates are lucky to have finished it. Buti pa sila. But me, I'm still stuck at level 2. So, WTH? ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day really proved how close I am to that gluttony. I just ate and ate and ate a lot today. Really. Swear! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is ruining my &lt;s&gt;diet.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Joke! :)) Ako? Magddiet? You've got to be kidding me. Impossible. =)) Look at how thin I am! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Wow, kita nyo! :DD*&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Whatever, Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yesterday, I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CHOCO MUCHO!&lt;/span&gt;, today, I love &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; chocolates in the fridge. This is total addiction! Really. &gt;:D&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It has never been a question of who forgets. But sometimes there's a definite pain on being the only one to remember everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drifting off into the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm. :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652494151751467585-5133801441133540730?l=charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5133801441133540730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-you-so-it-scares-me-to-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5133801441133540730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6652494151751467585/posts/default/5133801441133540730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmwritesitdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-you-so-it-scares-me-to-death.html' title='Love you so, it scares me to death.'/><author><name>Charm Briones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09468667273845046824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVKtZwa58IQ/Sm8dx_wV7dI/AAAAAAAAABA/cSOqf40imy4/S220/iMAGE018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652494151751467585.post-6696909044692160693</id><published>2009-11-29T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:15:17.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me sprinkle you with stardust, honey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;You had your dreams, I had mine. You had your fears, I was fine.&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;kills. Yeah. That's a fact. It's one of the&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;deadly sins&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;, remember? ;) Well, I might be accused as one. Kidding! I just ate too much today. I admit. :b A bit reluctantly, actually. Our househelper seems to see me as someone who eats too little. She even placed only a small amount of rice in my lunch. I was like,&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Are we suffering from starvation?"&lt;/span&gt; I just don't feel good when people limit my food. I'm&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;often persuaded&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;to eat more. It's just strange. :))&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;I'm really loving the&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Beat It of Fall Out Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;Yow mehn! \m/ Hahaha. I can't help but laugh when the singer mimics MJ's&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Ah's."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;Well, he kind of does it in his own way - rock way. Not the high-pitched one that MJ does. He's unbeatable, really. I haven't heard anyone who could make that sound much as he does.&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blink&gt;T &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; o   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;h &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u &lt;/span&gt;m &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;b &lt;/span&gt;s   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u &lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt; &lt;/blink&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;Marvelous!&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;Just finished reading &lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);"&gt;Twenties Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I liked it. Yeah! It rocks. *I suddenly remembered when Lara said this to Sadie and she blurted, "Did you say I'm a &lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;rock?&lt;/span&gt;"* The story is just amazing.&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Thalia&lt;/span&gt;'s right. The ending was really funny. x)) Sadie was feisty - as the back cover described. Yeah, it was just funny and all that. There were those moments when it was all serious and I'm like crying and stuff but the story will just flip up and suddenly it would be&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;blink&gt;funny&lt;/blink&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;again. Or I would just find something funny in it. =)) Sadie is, on the other hand, a&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;guardian angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of Lara, indeed. :] She's serious at that part. She kind of patched things up for her just as she did for Sadie. The&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;painting thing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was the dumbstrucking part. And the words! The words did it.&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barney-*something*&lt;/span&gt;. Forgot the next part. XD&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to a birthday party.&lt;span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blink&gt;It's my first godson's first birthday!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow, he's getting older in time. Anyway, the kids were funny. Made my childish insticts more alive again. x)) I just ca
