<?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-5797902286514269621</id><updated>2011-12-29T16:33:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Strings.</title><subtitle type='html'>Candy clouds and rainy stars.
Can you sing between the strings?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4030294219667917948</id><published>2011-08-24T11:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T16:06:37.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Something Nice</title><content type='html'>Just a couple of days ago, I saw this video posted/made by ImprovEverywhere (links below) and I think it was just the nicest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RwEYYI-AGWs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before I saw the video, I saw a tweet from the Youtube Artist David Choi (which I can't find anymore). It was the nicest compliment that day. His tweet wasn't specifically for someone, but generally for anyone who reads his tweet. I think he also posted that in his facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while searching for that tweet, I instead found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfiYtvK6v6I/TlR1GYcJtcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SSuG8M-wHmQ/s1600/Capture1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfiYtvK6v6I/TlR1GYcJtcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SSuG8M-wHmQ/s320/Capture1.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644264985502266818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tweet made me smile. I thought, if him tweeting that made me feel at least better, maybe others do too. I clicked on his tweet, and saw people retweeting, and replying to him, saying that they "needed that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it had made me thought of a self project, or an experiement. But mostly it's just something that I would very much like to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday I'll post a status of a positive compliment or motivation on facebook, for all my facebook friends to see. the status will not come from anywhere but from me (I hope they know that :) ). I would like this to go on for as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my objective? to make anyone feel better, just like i felt when I saw the video and the tweet. because of the video, and the tweet, I was very much inspired to do the same to others. So for anyone who sees this blogpost can maybe do the same too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just wonderful, don't forget that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImprovEverywhere links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.com"&gt;SITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ImprovEverywhere"&gt;YOUTUBE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4030294219667917948?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4030294219667917948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4030294219667917948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4030294219667917948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4030294219667917948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2011/08/say-something-nice.html' title='Say Something Nice'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RwEYYI-AGWs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7901349829871968580</id><published>2011-03-20T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:45:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOMEDAY&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;make&lt;br /&gt;my own&lt;br /&gt;Music Video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7901349829871968580?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7901349829871968580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7901349829871968580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7901349829871968580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7901349829871968580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2011/03/someday-im-gonna-make-my-own-music.html' title=''/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5082713708564666735</id><published>2011-02-21T20:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:43:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears in heaven</title><content type='html'>"Don't ever take anybody for granted, because you never know when you might lose them and you'll never see them again." - Mariah Carey, Glitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanna ask anyone who reads this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for my lola moya and tita millet... we love them so much and we're very sad that they left us. but we're happy that our father's side's family had been just as complete everytime we have our annual christmas parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SU2_NnBEu00/TWJbyCEQqsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2mpvNQYD7P8/s1600/tita%2Band%2Blola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SU2_NnBEu00/TWJbyCEQqsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2mpvNQYD7P8/s320/tita%2Band%2Blola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576120203744422594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lola Moya and Tita Millet&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may they rest in peace, and may their soul go peacefully in heaven... &lt;br /&gt;with our lolo guiller, and my papa's father... and john lennon too. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5082713708564666735?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5082713708564666735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5082713708564666735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5082713708564666735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5082713708564666735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2011/02/tears-in-heaven.html' title='tears in heaven'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SU2_NnBEu00/TWJbyCEQqsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2mpvNQYD7P8/s72-c/tita%2Band%2Blola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2386352407352770026</id><published>2011-01-20T04:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T04:50:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW STUFF.</title><content type='html'>and it's turning bad.  i can't edit, i can't record, i can't do anything!! (well, maybe surf the net but still...) i can't do anything productive even for myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i was given "new stuffs" and i thought it'll do me good cause it's new and nice. but then as time flew, problems started to come. softwares not working, new ones needed to be installed, settings needed to reset, all started in scratch. and here i am trying to be patient with all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i can't take it anymore! i'm totally alienated with my needs xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't do videos, i can't record properly, and most importantly, i can't do my thesis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my old stuff back. :( maybe i'll try get it and just return it to my sister after term ends (yeah my old stuffs went to my sister so year it should not be hard to 'borrow' itt for a while... or a month... or three...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. with all the patience and waiting and all are wearing off, here's a little some-some that i have worked on for hours (when usually i only take an hour or two to make these, when tonight it took me the whole night because of the stupid mic and its settings. and tried to put a litle video in it but sadli i fail. maybe i'll do it when the sun's up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the time comes that i can't take it anymore i swear i'll do a page in facebook na! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F9354668"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F9354668" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/shathree/you"&gt;You&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/shathree"&gt;shathree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2386352407352770026?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2386352407352770026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2386352407352770026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2386352407352770026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2386352407352770026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-stuff.html' title='NEW STUFF.'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7723138245780115554</id><published>2010-12-24T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:08:15.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blog #1</title><content type='html'>ok so I dunno about the other people who says that they still can't feel the christmas spirit, but for me I ENJOY EVERY LITTLE BIT OF IT!!! (maybe mainly because next term i'll be focusing again on my maprod[thesis] so hagardness again.) harhar. and i'm so excited for christmas!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this blog is about what i have received so far. wanted to blog about it for it was interesting for me to guess what were the things inside those gift wraps. and for the record, i haven't opened almost all of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first, vitzka's gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wrapped up in green gift wrap with words that says "no peeking" and "no sneaking" so okay fine, i won't till christmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside my guess would be maybe a pencil, and some sort of a long thing, maybe a ruler or a bookmark i don't know really. well i'll just have to wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's tryxzy's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wrapped in... okay christmas wrapper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and inside, my guess would be... i dunno a small bag? i tried to guess earlier that it was something with a brush or something. but just now i thought that maybe it was a bag cause i can feel something like a soft something with a hard something that was curled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's a gift from tita d.a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in a box. well that would be harder cause anything could be in a box. but my first guess would be a mug. but it could not be too, for i think it's too light for a mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other gifts that were opened [either because it was needed to be opened, or everyone was opening theirs.] were arvi girl's exchange gift to me, which was a bracelet [thanks again arvi it was soooooooo beautiful &lt;3] and nikki's cute writing set which was sooo cute because i love collecting stuff that you could write on, like notebooks and stuff. i don't know why i love collecting those, i don't even write in them, and a box of cadbury chocolates from my ninong flex [which was too tempting not to be eaten... so i put it in the refrigerator :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. there's more to come, i hope. we still have one more party tomorrow, and another momentous occasion on the 25th besides christmas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great christmas everyone!!! and a happy new year :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7723138245780115554?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7723138245780115554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7723138245780115554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7723138245780115554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7723138245780115554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-blog-1.html' title='Christmas Blog #1'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2853403156134921533</id><published>2010-12-07T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T01:38:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRI5</title><content type='html'>We all know Bruno Mars’s “Just The Way You Are” music video, right? The one where the ribbon on the cassette tape were animated to get the effect of forming and moving images. But it’s not yet the interesting part. The process of the cassette tape’s ribbon forming an image was inspired by an artist named Erika Iris Simmons. &lt;br /&gt;Ms. Erika Simmons is an artist based in Atlanta. She uses various materials from garage sales, and because her art caught many people’s eyes, the people were just so glad to send some of their own tapes and video reels and other materials that they think she could use for her art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, eventually, her art spread after the Bruno Mars music video. (but for the record, I’d love her art even before the music video… :) ). One of her works that I loved the most was her wonderful portrait/artwork of John Lennon (well I was a bit biased because I love the Beatles that’s why I loved this, but really this is my favorite of hers because it was simple, it was only Lennon’s head, but you can see a certain time of Lennon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TP0fNLGGkrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AW8ZMe8mBrI/s1600/jlennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TP0fNLGGkrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AW8ZMe8mBrI/s320/jlennon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624627167466162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out her website at: http://www.iri5.com &lt;br /&gt;and her flickr at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/iri5/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to talk to her via email for a requirement on our art elective subject. We are to interview an artist that we would think will help us through our thesis. My medium was sound, but I just had to send her an email too. (I also interviewed Ms. Susan Hawkins – see last post- a sound artist from Australia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes, our question and answer portion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  First, when did you start making your artworks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika Simmons:  I have always been crafty, but I started pursuing art seriously about three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: besides tape cassettes and video films, do you also use other materials in making your artworks? or do you even use other processes or medium in making artworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: I use all kinds of things... old books, playing cards, wires, and I've started trying to make sculptures out of old lace too... I get too bored using the same thing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Why did you chose famous stars from the music industry for your works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: To be honest, the first cassette tape portrait I made was of Jimi Hendrix because I love his music and I thought his hair worked really well for the curly texture of the tape, but most of the other stars have been requests from people or commissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: how or where do you get your inspirations from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ES: Mostly from reading and taking long walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: can you share with me how you make your cassette tape artworks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ES: Every pieces is different. For some I glue the tape down flat, and in others I leave the tape curly and chaotic. An easy way to do it is to take a pencil and draw lightly on a canvas the shapes you want, then carefully glue down the cassette tape into the desired places. The tape is very fragile, but you can twist it and sculpt it to make it look the way you like. It takes some practice to understand all the ways you can use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: did you knew that you were going to do this kind of art before? is what you are doing everything that you have imagined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: When I started making art I knew I wanted to make something that was really interesting, but I never thought I would make something that so many other people thought was interesting... I still have other techniques I want to try, so I still think it can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: do you love music? what type of music do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: I love all kinds of music, especially classical and electronic music. For my art though I love the idea of data - whether its recording tape or sheet music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: what was your initial reaction when you were first informed that your art will be inspired by Bruno Mars's music video? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: I thought it was a great opportunity and I was happy to share my ideas with the director. But there is also a business side of things... as an artist you need to make sure you read contracts and don't be afraid to speak up for yourself. But I think the video turned out wonderfully and I'm just happy to have been a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: have you ever tried making a self-portrait with your process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: No, I've never tried a self-portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: how long does it take you to make one artwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: It depends... some small pieces take a few days. Others take about a month, working almost every day! They can take a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I understand that people send you items that they believe you can use to make your works. did you receive anything unusual or something cool  or unique before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: People have sent me their old photos, home movies, old cassette tapes, graduation tassels, baseballs... all kinds of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  what can you advice to students (and also to the people) who wants to pursue making artworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: Try everything. When you make a mistake, take the courage to fix it; sometimes that is a better lesson. Make art everyday. Don't worry about finding a personal style, worry about pursuing your interests. If you intend to sell art, understand that you will have to make some things that you might not personally like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally: Its possible to make a living selling art without an agent or gallery representation, so don't put all your eggs in one basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am glad that I got the chance to interview Ms. Simmons! I learned that it’s very important for an artist to experiment and be not afraid to go beyond his or her limits. Also as what Ms. Simmons said, “Its possible to make a living selling art without an agent or gallery representation, so don't put all your eggs in one basket!” I really forgot that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Ms. Erika Iris Simmons for being so kind to answer my questions. It’s been a great pleasure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2853403156134921533?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2853403156134921533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2853403156134921533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2853403156134921533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2853403156134921533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/12/iri5.html' title='IRI5'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TP0fNLGGkrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AW8ZMe8mBrI/s72-c/jlennon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6335156978121776021</id><published>2010-12-03T20:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:53:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundworks</title><content type='html'>This month is our finals month, and so part of our requirement was to interview an artist who use the same medium, or technique, or process, as what we are going to use. In my case, I decided to use Sound as a medium for I thought it was just as easy as making compositions in music, but I was wrong. I learned that pursuing Sound Art is more than having verses and chorus and bridges. It’s more than that. It's about how you use the sounds all around you, how you produce sounds that will help you obtain what you'll need, and then how will people be ‘moved’ by your art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TPjmkVX7ybI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IpZZjO-wdzw/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TPjmkVX7ybI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IpZZjO-wdzw/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546436452993976754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to help me realize that, I have interviewed Ms. Susan Hawkins from Australia, and she was just too kind to share with me her answers. She has been doing projects in theatre, contemporary dance, animation, and live performance alongside of Ms. Olivia Pisani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about Ms.Hawkins, you can check out her website: &lt;br /&gt;http://www.susanhawkins.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I give you our question and answer portion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;how did you start making your works? and what medium did you first use?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Susan Hawkins: &lt;/span&gt;I started writing music at the age of 15, and went straight to university to complete a Bachelor’s degree in Composition on leaving high school. I had studied classical piano from the (relatively) late age of 13, but was always more interested in expressing myself through sound than ever attempting to become a classical pianist or play in jazz bands. Of course, I did also spend a lot of time playing in bands, and wanted to really try out as many parts of the music industry as possible. A lot of my early composition was for solo piano, and strings. I started experimenting with music software like ProTools and got really excited by the way the technology could open up the possibilities for sound, and creating an experience for a listener. I think over the years my work became more sound and texturally focussed than actually about writing scores for ensembles. It was cheaper, easier, and I could produce a lot more work with the technology available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; how do you generate your ideas? and how do you translate this to sound?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I take a lot of inspiration from visual media – and usually my music is written specifically for a visually-based projects .Ideas will come from a variety of places – either from the visual material itself or the visual artist has specific ideas, or maybe I have been playing around with particular textures or harmonies that I think will really fit with the image. I don’t really have a method of generating ideas that stays consistent for each piece – each project is different in content, in collaborators and process. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Translating ideas in to sound is easy if your ideas are sounds. If the ideas are more conceptual, I will try to explore the best way to represent or express the ideas using whatever techniques are possible. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; are there any 'special processes' that you use to make your artworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I have really focused on combining traditional or organic instruments with electronic processes as an attempt to make something new that is still accessible by a general listening public. For example, a lot of my works will use samples for cello or clarinet that I have written and recorded, then will digitally manipulate them to create new textures, harmonies and  melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; when and how did you start making experimental music and exhibiting them?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I really started making installations only when I began working with my friend Olivia Pisani, and we started showing works together under the name ‘imaginationandmymother’ – we started working together in 2005. We were both living in London at the time, and we started doing performance installations within the experimental sound community there. Contacts then led to more installations, and I then went to the USA and Canada to make some installations with artists there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; how and where do you get inspirations from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; Good question for any artist, I think – and a hard one to answer!! I think that I get inspired and encourage by hearing and seeing other amazing works. Even less-than-amazing works can inspire, because I get determined to make something beautiful. Like most artists, I have a day job that isn’t related to the arts, so I tend to search out art that I find beautiful as soon as I leave the office! I listen to a lot of music, in very different styles, watch a lot of films from all over the world, and try to get to as many performances as possible to feed my need for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; did you knew that you were going to do this kind of art before? is what you are doing everything that you have imagined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I had no idea I’d be making the kind of things I have! When I started writing music I thought I would be writing orchestral symphonies and making film music. I guess the joy in that is that I have experienced so many amazing collaborations with such amazing artists, and made work I could not have predicted. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; how can you differentiate sound from music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; That’s actually also a difficult question. Part of me says there is no difference – in the John Cage way of thinking, of course. Everything is music, everything is sound. I think really the difference is about purposeful intervention in sound, which (may or may not) make music as a result. I struggle with music or sound that is made purely as an intellectual exercise – for me it really has to try and connect with a listener on some emotional level. In a way, it is like asking what the difference is between speech and poetry – where is the intention? Is there a craft involved in shaping an experience?  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;  how do you know if you have the right material? the right sound to produce, and the right concept even? how do you know if it's the 'right one'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; The only real test is whether I am moved by what I have created – this can give a false impression that the concept is right, but usually it’s a good indicator that maybe other people will connect with it too J If it is a collaborative project, that can change whether the right material is right for me, or for the other artists, or for what we are trying to achieve. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; is making sound more difficult than making paintings? maybe in terms of concept, or process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I can’t really answer because I can’t paint! I think it might be just as difficult – any real creative output like painting, or sculpture making or video making or sound, involves some kind of link between the creative process and the actual thing that you produce. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; i love your "we are not alone" works! can you tell something more about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Are Not Alone" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="214" height="70" data="http://www.susanhawkins.net/xspf_player.swf?playlist_url=http://www.susanhawkins.net/SOUND/wearenotalone/wearenotalone.xspf&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;autoload=true&amp;amp;player_title=we are not alone"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.susanhawkins.net/xspf_player.swf?playlist_url=http://www.susanhawkins.net/SOUND/wearenotalone/wearenotalone.xspf&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;autoload=true&amp;amp;player_title=we are not alone"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#E6E6E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for more details about the "We Are Not Alone" project, click &lt;a href="http://susanhawkins.net/notalone.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I had two works in the We Are Not Alone exhibition – ‘buddha’s lightbulb and ‘music of the spheres’. Music of the spheres is the installation with Wesley Mulvin, where I made 16 tracks representing sixteen constellations. Wesley crafted the ‘listening cones’ (that you see on the front page of my website) for the constellations to play in. Part of the idea was to have sound spilling over in to the space of the gallery – you could hear quite clearly the separate constellations when you sat under the cones, and when you were outside, there was a lovely spilling over of sound in to the rest of the space. ‘buddha’s lightbulb’ was another experiment in using sound to fill a space – it was a 30 minute prepared piano piece that was looped, and speakers were placed coming up the stairs as you entered the gallery. I was playing with the idea of accompanying or enticing people up the stairs, and then allowing a spill of energy in to the space (by which time they could also hear the ‘music of the spheres’ spilling from the listening cones. It was a wonderful experience being in Canada working with the artists in the exhibition – it was very collaborative, and all of the artists involved made such dramatically different, but complementary work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; what kind of music do you listen to? what's your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I listen to loads of different things – from Fardu (Portuguese folk music) to Ethiopian jazz to Bjork and Radiohead to Mahler, Schumman to Arvo Part, Steve Reich, John Adams, Brian Eno to John Coltrane and Miles Davis.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I’m enjoying listening to Lee Morgan (jazz) and Morton Feldman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; how do you get people to see sound art like something of those of the usual exhibitions? i mean because the usual exhibits are paintings, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; I think the key is how to make it accessible to a general audience. People who go to see an exhibition of paintings know what to expect in some way – there’s a history of how the art is communicated to the viewer. With sound, it’s a bit different, and there’s less of a history in one way. You’ve got to count on people’s curiosity in some ways, but also thinking about where the installation is and how and where it is marketed. You need to know what kind of audience you’re looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; how do you usually set up your exhibitions and installations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; Usually it’s just me, with the most low-cost sound solution possible. Especially doing installations in different countries, it’s not so easy to carry (or buy) a lot of technology, so usually I’ll try to make something with the least amount possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; do you have a certain number of works in an exhibition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; No, it really depends on the project, who else is involved, what the budget is, how big the space is, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; what can you advice to artists that would want to pursue making art through sound/music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SH:&lt;/span&gt; That’s a difficult question too! I think, be as flexible as possible and try out lots of different ways of working. Look for opportunities to collaborate with other artists and be part of a community, because sound and music is the thing that keeps humans together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes our question and answer portion! &lt;br /&gt;After interviewing M. Hawkins, It really made me realize that people around you can improve you and your works in certain ways. They can help you even if you’ll need to go beyond your limits. And also Experimenting plays a huge role, especially if you want, or you are an artist. Anything is possible if we want it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: &lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Ms. Susan Hawkins for her great answers. It’s been a great honor interviewing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6335156978121776021?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6335156978121776021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6335156978121776021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6335156978121776021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6335156978121776021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/12/soundworks.html' title='Soundworks'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TPjmkVX7ybI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IpZZjO-wdzw/s72-c/DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7896864495418920342</id><published>2010-11-30T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:58:16.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when they told me i was bitter</title><content type='html'>Majority of the people who heard my song and confronted me about it told me that it was "Bitter" or it hit them right inside. I don't know why, they told me it was because if the words. my cousin even asked me if i was okay. i said of course, of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, except for my friend who thinks otherwise, but i don't even think she counts because she knows the 'detailed' story of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me if what was it that made that song just turn out too darn well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the chords i used. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/hoYk6O"&gt;CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO THE SONG &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7896864495418920342?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7896864495418920342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7896864495418920342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7896864495418920342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7896864495418920342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-they-told-me-i-was-bitter_30.html' title='when they told me i was bitter'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6003656903564881464</id><published>2010-11-14T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:44:50.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nang nagsalita ang tambak-tambak kong mga damit</title><content type='html'>maiba naman ako ngayon at magboblog ako ng tagalog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakasanayan ko nang makalat ang aking kwarto. feeling ko kasi pag makalat parang naka-embrace sila sa akin (yoong mga gamit ko). pero ung kalat eh tipong kahit itanong ako king nasaan ang isang gamit ay alam ko kung nasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero nung mga nakaraang araw hindi lang makalat ang aking kwarto kung hindi madumi na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan ko nang gustong simulang maglinis pero alam kong matatagalan akong matapos kaya hindi ko naitutuloy. yoong mga dammit ko ay nakapatong nalang sa aking computer chair, at hindi nagtagal ay pati na rin sa aking paanan. tinamad na akong ilagay sila sa aking mga lalagyanan sa kailaliman ng aking kama, at doon sa gilid sa aking damitan. mas madali rin kasing magbihis, nakikita ko ung mga pinagpipilian kong mga damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero maiba naman ngayong araw. laban ni pacquiao ngayon at panalo siya. pero ano nga ba ang konek nito sa aking paglilinis? wala naman, sinabi ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero totoong iba ang araw ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo naramdaman ko nang mga 11:00 na iyon ng malalaapitang tanghali. ayaw ko pa bumangon at inaantok pa ang aking mga mata. pero parang gusto ko nang tumayo, pero hindi pa rin. mga damit ko'y nasa paanan ko pa rin, at nasa computer chair. ang kabilang gilid ng aking kwarto ay punong puno ng mga paper bags na may lamang mga kalat at kung ano-ano pa. nang biglang naramdaman ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ang aking mga damit sa paanan ko ay nahulog. lahat sila. mukhang nasipa ko yata sila. pero wag kayong magkamali. naramdaman kong nasipa ko siya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang nagkaroon na ako ng lakas para tumayo, nag-cr muna ako, at pinlot ko ang aking mga damit. lahat sila. tapos sinimulan ko na agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit hindi lamang iyon ang aking inayos kung hindi yoong mga nasa computer chair din. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at namagdesisyonan ko rin na isama na yoong mga nasa damitan. at iyon ding nasa kailaliman ng aking kama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na ang kinalabasan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TN__0BDR3eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PWL-6VIOCKA/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TN__0BDR3eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PWL-6VIOCKA/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539427335789469154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe ngayon ko lang talagang napagtanto na ganito na karami ang mga damit ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya naman nagbawas-bawas na din ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang nakipag-usap sa akin ang mga damit ko. parang sabi nila na "ayusin mo na ako!!!" haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago ko sinimulan ay nananghalian muna ako. gutom na ako noh hindi pa ako nakakapagalmusal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang matapos mananghalian, nagpatulong ako sa dalawa naming kasambahay na si lanie at si lyka. sa pagtulong nila, sabi ko ay pwde silang mamili sa mga ibibigay ko nang ma damit. tuwa naman sila. siyempre kung ako sila matutuwa rin ako, kahit ba hindi bago. parang ukay-ukay lang yan. minsan ko na ring naranasan yon, sa mga tita ko, noon pag napunta kami sa kanila minsan ay may ipapamigay silang mga damit at hati naman kami ng pinsan ko. ung iba ay nandito pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natapos ang laban ni pacquiao noong hapon at natapos na rin ang pagtitiklop, at wala nang mga damit sa aking kama. ngayon napagdesisyunan ko na rin na lubos-lubosin na ang paglilinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinanggal ko na ang bedsheet at inilagay ko lahat ng kalat sa aking kama. napuno ulit ang aking kama ng mga kalat. karamihan ay mga kapapelan na ginamit ko sa skul. ibinaba ko na rin ang mga bag at inayos na din sila. inayos ko lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpabili ako ng kahon kina mama pero hindi sila ngayon nakakabili kaya sa susunod nalang daw. ilagay ko nalang muna daw sila sa paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya may paper bag ulit na nakakalat sa kwarto ko. pero ok lang. panandalian lang yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos ng ilang punas at walis, at ayos dito at ayos doon, natapos din akong maglinis. 11:00 ng gabi ako natapos. haha. o diba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang dami ko kasing gamit. pero dahil maliit lang ang aking kwarto ay kelangan pagkasyahin sila lahat dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na siya ngayon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TOADAeDy4DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pUhL8bA-l1A/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TOADAeDy4DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pUhL8bA-l1A/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539430848269574194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi pa rin malinis??? malinis na yang lagay na yan! marami lang kasing gamit kaya mukhang crowded na. pero malinis na yan, di katulad dati na wala na halos maapakan sa dami ng kalat sa sahig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natapos rin ang mahabang paglilinis, at kailangan na matulog dahil may pasok pa bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito na lamang muna sa ngayon, good night na! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6003656903564881464?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6003656903564881464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6003656903564881464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6003656903564881464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6003656903564881464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/11/nang-nagsalita-ang-tambak-tambak-kong.html' title='nang nagsalita ang tambak-tambak kong mga damit'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TN__0BDR3eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PWL-6VIOCKA/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4697862779955940686</id><published>2010-11-08T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:44:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>as i scan my friends' list on facebook, and checking some of those that i have added but do not really know, i have come to realize something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe being a music lover doesn't necessarily mean you love 'music'. i mean, yeah you may say you 'love' music, you love listening to it, it's your life, yada yada yada yada... maybe it's something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i discover myself as an artist, a, okay, music lover, and a musician, i have come to realize that being a true artist and someone that appreciates music and write songs are different. i cannot really explain for i am still in the process of discovering it but i am, and i do so hope, nearly there. you give more effort in being an artist, and it's something you cannot name yourself right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being an artist doesn't necessarily mean you make art, or you act, or you sing, or whatever. for me, it's when you feel that you have accomplished something that you can be proud of, and not afraid to show it to the world. your work is worth sharing, and in terms of sharing, i still need to improve on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so much for that, i'll now go back to finishing my world literature paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4697862779955940686?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4697862779955940686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4697862779955940686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4697862779955940686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4697862779955940686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/11/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1348195744314389764</id><published>2010-10-23T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:49:41.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls mini reunion</title><content type='html'>it was fun while it lasted... it made me think about nothing but them... and it's nice to think about them and not feel worried for once... :) i had fun... :) and i missed being with them so much... it was kinda sad we're not complete but it was alright, we still had our laughs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TMMC7a5FCEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qrEZf7KBC4E/s1600/GIF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TMMC7a5FCEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qrEZf7KBC4E/s320/GIF.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531267987195365442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, kelan ang susunod? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1348195744314389764?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1348195744314389764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1348195744314389764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1348195744314389764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1348195744314389764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-mini-reunion.html' title='girls mini reunion'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TMMC7a5FCEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qrEZf7KBC4E/s72-c/GIF.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5026879389199743067</id><published>2010-10-22T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:29:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Tulane</title><content type='html'>just a moment ago i started to read this peculiar book that we bought just this morning. it was called "the miraculous journey of edward tulane" by kate dicamillo, the one who wrote "the tale of desperaux" and "because of winn dixie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.walker.co.uk/walkerdam/getimage.aspx?id=9781406307702-1&amp;size=webuse"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 648px;" src="http://www.walker.co.uk/walkerdam/getimage.aspx?id=9781406307702-1&amp;size=webuse" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read on it for nearly an hour or two and it really made me cry. really, really made me cry. luckily i had some Kleenex on my counter. i don't wanna tell the story because it's better to read it than to tell the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were only two books that had made me cry so far: this, and harry potter 6 (when dumbledore died)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to read it, it's a nice book to read. it's like, it warms your heart entirely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5026879389199743067?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5026879389199743067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5026879389199743067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5026879389199743067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5026879389199743067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/10/edward-tulane.html' title='Edward Tulane'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1852639663857669203</id><published>2010-10-02T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:05:26.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school test</title><content type='html'>no this is not some sort of a test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a while ago i tried to look for my NCAE results back when i was in my senior year. and while i was looking for it, i also found bunch of scraps, and memories, and results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really focused on my grades that much when i was in my high school years. i was more of a rule breaker (kinda) than what i am now. yes i can say that i have improved when i started college. but that's what i was gonna talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my math tests, science, english, and all that tests, and really, i really did need to work on my schooling then. my grades are if not half, maybe just quite over the passing score. but it didn't mean that i had high grades, i did. but not as high as my classmates did. well, some of them. well you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the middle of everything. not smart but not dumb too. (you can see i'm a little bit biased when it comes to evaluating myself. well i try not to be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, i also found some of my drawings then. harry potters, anime, and such. oh how i miss drawing like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out the manipulative skill part was my highest. it says here that in manipulative skills, it determines a person's skill in manual dexterity such as producing handicrafts, and assembling and disassembling equipments. it is required in occupations such as machine technicians, jewelers, watchmakers, engravers, handicraft makers, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i don't know whi i didn't react to this negatively before. i for one don't want to make or even repair watches, or jewelries, and such. producing handicrafts... well... does making tshirts count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so what do we have here? my lowest is the entrepreneurial skill part. what the heck. again i did not even reacted to it before. one of my goals now is to be an entrepreneur, like my mom and dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe the reason for my reactins is that my mindset changed a lot when i turned college. things started to change. what i can say however is that it's not really natural for me to know or do those things (the things which i had low grades) so maybe if i really want to get better with it, i have to work on it. not really natural for me, but maybe i can still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing ever comes for free does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i also found my personality test that i've taken from a school that we've toured before. it says here that i'm an INTJ - introversion-intuition-thinking-judging personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what do you know, same results as my (small) personality test that we've taken up in out behavioral science just this past term! maybe i am really an INTJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i found my UPCAT results. boy how i sucked at UPCAT. i don't even wanna type my scores, haha. i just hope i really reviewed before. it's just that i've never been this serios at school before, unlike now. now i (to put it short and blunt) aim high! haha. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to be high, i really need to get it to work. and based on my performance last term, i'm kind of a 50/50. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1852639663857669203?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1852639663857669203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1852639663857669203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1852639663857669203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1852639663857669203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/10/high-school-test.html' title='high school test'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-302090527526869560</id><published>2010-10-01T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T03:50:40.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>granpa's stories</title><content type='html'>i've created another blog! wanna check it out?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mgakwentonilolo.blogspot.com"&gt;MGA KWENTO NI LOLO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still needs to post more stories but the two are starts, yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah so google chrome's translator don't really work, it messes up the meaning. &lt;br /&gt;sorry it's in tagalog. it's a more personal at the same time entertaining blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, let me give you the insight about that blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some time now i've been very interested about the stories my mom (and sometimes my aunt, my lola, and my relatives) tell me about their past. how they live before, their love lifes, their embarrasing and unforgettable moments. it's like hearing gossip, oonly it already happened. well gossip can sometimes be like that but... well you know what i mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the posts that are gonna be posted there are stories that i compiled and hopefully told right from my mom and dad, and my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, give it a try! &lt;br /&gt;i apologize for those who don't understand it. might as well try a more accurate translator :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy reading! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-302090527526869560?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/302090527526869560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=302090527526869560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/302090527526869560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/302090527526869560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/10/granpas-stories.html' title='granpa&apos;s stories'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1473141159316360869</id><published>2010-09-29T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:35:06.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swift</title><content type='html'>you guessed it! yes this is about the country pop singer Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently downloading songs from artists like Katy Perry and Owl City and all other singers out there, even those that we don't hear on radio stations like The Gardiner Sisters, ClaraC, and yes David Choi, still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I searched about Taylor Swift, and i found her wiki page (again, for I have searched her before). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searched her song, "Forever and Always" (yes her song for Joe), and searched Joe's "Much Better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded all her songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that if you listen to all of her songs, it's like you're already listening to her whole life, or like you're already reading her diary of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her songs were personal, and because of that, people, especially teens, didn't really had a hard time relating to her. yes I am one of those teens who would just cry to Taylor and just tell her i love her for feeling the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that I could thank her for writing songs that would make me have that glee moment in my head (you know, when glee casts would just sing and suddenly have their moment in the hallway or at the football field, something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can't wait for her third album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Taylor Swift. How I love you for sharing us almost your life. How it feels good to know that somebody out there is feeling the same way as we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blessings to you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1473141159316360869?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1473141159316360869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1473141159316360869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1473141159316360869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1473141159316360869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/09/swift.html' title='Swift'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5898417601316965849</id><published>2010-09-13T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:28:59.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloodsuckers and the toppermost of the poppermost</title><content type='html'>so finals are over, and another term's coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my emotional status:&lt;br /&gt;*nervous&lt;br /&gt;*excited&lt;br /&gt;*frustrated&lt;br /&gt;*depressed&lt;br /&gt;*confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well seems that from my list i came up of mostly negative stuff. arrgghh i'm gonna have to change my mind settings, especially now i need all the good vibes that i can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grades. it's okay, but there's one subject that i'm concerned about (yeah digimed i'm talking about you!) had a topic, had a problem, but medium's kinda messed up. and then turned out after the defense, all had been messed up, and i hope i can fix it. i really REALLY hope. i really need all the inspiration that i can get. well if i'd get say nothing or only one, what can i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacation. so yeah we had days to succumb into our comfy beds that we all missed since the past few days were all about "ohh-you-need-to-bee-finished-please-be-finished" and all that, and our butts are just about heating our seats. well vacation's pretty short, but at least we had one. well, that's my mom talking (maybe when i get a job THEN i'd say that too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's that depressing topic called love. well either that or you're happy with love. but then when it suddenly does the worst, that's when you really hate feeling it. what's that worst? it affects how you think. well it usually does that. when we're in love or we love something we think of happy thoughts, and we rarely think of negative thoughts. or sometimes, we even cannot think of one, for that happy feeling embraces ourselves, and even then we get to see the positives of the negatives. but when it's the other way around, it gets worse. because negatives are "negatives" and it sucks the life away from you, it doesn't help. of course. that's what it's doing to me now. IT'S SUCKING THE LIFE AWAY FROM ME. and then either we feel those bad vibes, or we feel numb. not really nothing, but just numb, from all the negative surrounding us. well like every other human who couldn't or would not want to feel this way, or think this way, rather, we face it. face it. yep. and then, we bid them goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck, they're never really gone. not really. just kept locked up inside, but for the sake of memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me i can't say that i have bid goodbye from that something that's sucking the life out of me. it's kinda like that bloodsucker that you see at swamps. anyways yeah, never really said goodbye to it. just waiting for that day. it's near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i hope i can survive this... obstacles. i can see myself going to the toppermost of the poppermost, but i can also see myself fall. fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the toppermost of the poppermost. yeah, i think i can live with that. thanks, john lennon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5898417601316965849?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5898417601316965849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5898417601316965849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5898417601316965849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5898417601316965849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/09/bloodsuckers-and-toppermost-of.html' title='bloodsuckers and the toppermost of the poppermost'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5797525213108920729</id><published>2010-09-01T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:40:15.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fence</title><content type='html'>after finals i'm gonna blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5797525213108920729?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5797525213108920729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5797525213108920729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5797525213108920729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5797525213108920729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/09/fence.html' title='The Fence'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6992064379305208855</id><published>2010-08-27T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:05:22.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all are mourning, including us and the rain.</title><content type='html'>so i've been reading a lot of things about this hostage taking last monday, and since then, i've been monitoring the reactions of people. i feel that commenting on other people's post about this would not help, for i have something to say too, so this is my take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i'm very saddened about most of the people's reactions, although i cannot blame them for feeling what they are feeling right now. their people are dead because of a man, and who's not feeling bad? even the rain was mourning that afternoon/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were those policemen and media. well i thought no one can leave them behind on a post if this topic would be talked about because they were the ones who were included on the event. we have our own opinions on how the media and the police should have taken the matter, but i would rather not talk about mine, because that would not help anyway since, one, it's over, and two, i'm not a police. i'll only say that i, too, had comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was one of those who have only seen the event on a television screen, i have also thought of what all of the people thought. but since i wasn't really on the spot, i cannot tell why they were doing what they did. yes we comment on that but, if we were really on their shoes, would we still do what we were telling the tv screen to do? lives are at stake there, and yes, including those of the policemen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this really didn't bother me much because the only thing i think we had to do is do better next time if this would happen again (hopefully not). the thing that bothered me more was the reaction of the people. pinoy or not. i would just like to say that this scenario can happen to other places too, not only here. having to live here for all my life, this is my first time watching a hostage taking that triggered almost all of the world to think that people here are just low. i'm not asking everyone to believe me, but i would just want you all to know that. i have seen people here being strong, hospitable, and nice. our country may be not like those of america or china (being on a high level when it comes to economics) but that's what makes us strive harder. we climb, we fall, then we climb back up again. and when it happens again, we climb higher. we're just like other people who wants to have good and happy lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no need for racist words. i did not want to say the "R" word, but it's one of its kind. so i'm sorry if i have offended anyone. we are all mourning too for all of the people who have died, and more for those who have sacrificed to protect their families. i salute those people, and those who have survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaming will never get us anywhere but where we are standing right now. it's okay to give comments and opinions, but some are really below the belt. we are still like other people, trying to live our lives, trying to survive, learn, and enjoy life to the fullest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well point being said, our voices really says one thing. filipinos are not all like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone, and we love everyone who lives on this planet. share the love people!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing you can do that can't be done, there's nothing you can sing that can't be sung, there's nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game, it's easy, All You Need Is Love." - the beatles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6992064379305208855?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6992064379305208855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6992064379305208855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6992064379305208855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6992064379305208855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-are-mourning-including-us-and-rain.html' title='all are mourning, including us and the rain.'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7185572607389685099</id><published>2010-07-26T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:13:53.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spacing out.</title><content type='html'>every monday we have this class that sort of prepares us for our main thesis subject, which we'll take up next term. we have to think about what can we do for our thesis slash final project. yeah easy right? no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to THINK about ONE certain project for our thesis slash final project so that if we pass, we can now proceed to being an intern. ONE topic. out of more than a million topics. in ANY medium. as long as we have something to stand for, and something to tell the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me that was very hard, for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i really don't have anything to tell&lt;br /&gt;2. i can do anything (not bragging but really, the major that i picked can really go on anything from painting to video)&lt;br /&gt;3. there are, as i said, MORE THAN A MILLION topics that we/i can think of doing&lt;br /&gt;4. i don't really have a specialty&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm more of a "do this and this" person than a "ok do anything you want" person. i have lots and lots of things that i want, and we have to think about what we want that can be applicable to our professor's guidelines oh having a topic&lt;br /&gt;6. i have alot of things that i wanna do, but i really don't have anything to tell. i just wanna do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is number 6 a reasonable reason?&lt;br /&gt;what if you REALLY don't have anything to say, but you wanna do something? you wanna feel that you have something to share, but really, it's more on the visuals and not the meaning. but really, is that really ART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are there ART without MEANING? art without meaning is senseless. why did you do that art if you haven't got anything to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i looked like i'm always spacing out every monday class. i'm thinking about reasons why i wanna do my topic. how. when. can i do it? am i gonna do this forever? am i NOT gonna do this forever? how can i do this. what if it doesn't work out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7185572607389685099?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7185572607389685099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7185572607389685099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7185572607389685099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7185572607389685099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/07/spacing-out.html' title='spacing out.'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7112228258801306125</id><published>2010-06-29T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:34:01.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train</title><content type='html'>Just this morning i felt that this day would be a jolly day. and i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since mom can't take me to school because the car is color coded, i went to school by jeepney. it was quite traffic at the road, especially at the TESDA part and the expressway, but i got to school just in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was great, too. and lunchtime was great as usual. history was surprisingly okay (haha.. i actually learned something today) and going home was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well going home was almost my everyday problem, since i live at the south part, and it's very difficult to go south, since most jeepneys at rush hour are full, and cases like today (it's raining) i need to go home early so that i will not be stuck in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going home at past 4:30 pm would be such a problem for me cause it's the rush hour, and people go home at this hour. so besides the jeepney, i needed to find another way to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost all of my options were crossed out. i can't count on jeepneys that pass magallanes cause expect that all of the jeepneys going to fti are full, so that's crossed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go to alphaland (the new small mall just before sm makati, at pasong tamo) for the same reason. and jeepneys there going to fti are so much harder to fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go to walter mart, but it'll just make me go farther. but these days, people also find alternatives to go home, so walter mart is crossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna go to makati cause it's very far, and there are also many many people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am left with an option i have never noticed before; the PNR. &lt;br /&gt;or the TRAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the train. we remember the train before as the blue rusty old train that we hear everyday, honking its horn, and we also remember the people who were riding the train, sometimes are on the roof, and we can even see some people hanging at the end or at the doors of the train. that's how many people are riding the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but recently, they have upgraded the train into a new MRT/LRT like train. it's got aircon, new seats, new looks, new all! it's like you've never seen before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just this afternoon i decided to try riding it back home. i asked camille, my blockmate, to come with me and wait for the train with me. it was like she was more excited that i was to ride the new train, and i was like quite nervous cause it was my first time. so when the train arrived, we bid goodbye and the small journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and since it was already rush hour, there were still many people and i had to squeeze in to get in, but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the train we got tickets. i remember telling camille that i was gonna scan the ticket but sadly, after i left the train, i saw the people giving back the ticket to a man near at the exit, so i gave him my ticket, then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i told my mom my experience, she told me that it wasn't really necessary to give the ticket. but, she also explained that, when a man inside the train punches a hole to the ticket, it means the ticket is not important anymore, so you can keep the ticket. but since there were a lot of people earlier and nobody was doing that, we have to give the ticket. next time if i am able to keep a ticket i'll blog about it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well that was an experience i'll never forget, haha. it goes with growth (kasama sa paglaki? xD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7112228258801306125?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7112228258801306125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7112228258801306125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7112228258801306125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7112228258801306125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/train.html' title='Train'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6421291165121318330</id><published>2010-06-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:41:21.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>share...</title><content type='html'>so i stumbled upon this blog and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://paronomazein.weebly.com/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whadaya know? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6421291165121318330?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6421291165121318330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6421291165121318330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6421291165121318330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6421291165121318330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/share.html' title='share...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6904610087824724551</id><published>2010-06-22T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:49:30.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy professors that you'd love to hate.</title><content type='html'>yeah. everyone encounters professors like that. and i don't know why it's usually old professors. i really don't wanna hate anyone but just this afternoon on a cold windy day, in a chilly cold room at our 6th floor school, something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna tell the story, instead, i wanna ask you, whose reading this, to understand my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TCDNUSwaCLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aqDJMSMmqnk/s1600/du.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TCDNUSwaCLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aqDJMSMmqnk/s320/du.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485610094653212850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; don't b misled by their looks, and how they speak. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know you also encountered people, well, professors, like that. you know what i'm talking about. like dolores umbridge. she's just the perfect professor that you'd LOVE to HATE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at class, you'll just wanna think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/58/Virginia_Beach_No-Bad-Behavior_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/58/Virginia_Beach_No-Bad-Behavior_sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you wanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TCDLP6C20_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Z64WQQ7d_E/s1600/crazy-cat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TCDLP6C20_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Z64WQQ7d_E/s320/crazy-cat.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485607820276978674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i don't wanna rant about this here. this just makes my blood really rise to infinity and beyond! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna... blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i know you can relate, by just connecting the messages on the pictures that i've posted, you'll know what my blog really is about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna "share" my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at this moment, i think pictures can replace the words that i would like to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pew! pew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i wanna thank my blockmates (marc and chinx) for having the best guts in the world, and to our other mates who understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6904610087824724551?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6904610087824724551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6904610087824724551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6904610087824724551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6904610087824724551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-professors-that-youd-love-to-hate.html' title='crazy professors that you&apos;d love to hate.'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/TCDNUSwaCLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aqDJMSMmqnk/s72-c/du.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-992085276049050385</id><published>2010-05-27T10:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:42:15.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_3aUXPFxuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HIrC_h00jQg/s1600/alg_american_idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_3aUXPFxuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HIrC_h00jQg/s320/alg_american_idol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475772765321938658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our american idol 2010 is... LEE DEWYZE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this year's finale was [i think] just a blast [well, like the last one, i can't recall if i blogged about the last one]. i love seeing their guests and being surprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like having Alice Cooper there, being part of the first act, and Kris Allen also performed, being the reigning american idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then shioban and aaron introduces the BeeGees by singing "How Deep Is Your Love". Michael McDonald is also there, and Dane Cook is also there! oh you would not guess what he did there! and Christina Aguilera [she's looking fresh, i must say].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Hall and John Oates were also there, and they sang one of my favorite songs, 'You Make My Dreams Come True"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Crystal sang "Ironic" and "You Outta Know" with Alanis Morissette, and Carrie Underwood was also there, singing "Undo It".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Casey James introduces Poison's lead vocalist, Bret Michaels by singing "Every Rose Has Its Thorns" and i must say, the song really fits Casey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago was also there and Lee sang with them with medley of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then for a hilarious act for Simon, General Larry Plat and [who would have guessed] William Young sang "Pants on the Ground"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then for Simon, he was surprised by Paula Abdul showing up on stage and reminiscing happy moments together. it was rather funny and joyful, and Simon was 'genuinely thankful'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then another surprise comes in when all the american idol contestants from all seasons [well maybe the ones who can make it] performed on stage, and i tell ya, it was heartwarming to see them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then performing her new single, "Nothing" was Janet Jackson. she was spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then lastly was Joe Cocker, singing "With A Little Help From My Friends" [seriously i thought Paul McCartney or Ringo Starr would perform, but either way, it was great]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the moment we've all been waiting for... the winner for this year's american idol season 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is LEE DEWYZE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad that Simon's got to leave AI, i wonder what will be the future of american idol, now that Simon's gone. who will replace him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_3ZunYWRuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7j4h7D2jQdo/s1600/simon_cowell1_300_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_3ZunYWRuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7j4h7D2jQdo/s320/simon_cowell1_300_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475772116820707042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seriously, who will replace the one and only Simon Cowell?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there ya have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really liked crystal to win, but yeah, lee is good too so it's not really bad if he wins. they look great together :D but i love crystal more :D XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot, i love casey more haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_3bePGLAbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nr3iawQOsnI/s1600/casey-james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_3bePGLAbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nr3iawQOsnI/s320/casey-james.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475774034447368626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, american idol 2010, and simon, this is the end. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-992085276049050385?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/992085276049050385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=992085276049050385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/992085276049050385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/992085276049050385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/05/american-idol-2010.html' title='American Idol 2010'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_3aUXPFxuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HIrC_h00jQg/s72-c/alg_american_idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6390510096408560590</id><published>2010-05-20T03:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:10:45.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another, eh?</title><content type='html'>because of my lame bedtime [going to sleep at daytime, and being awake at nighttime], and i've had nothing to do, might as well share another part of what i'm doing these past few weeks left of our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. oh yea. i've finaly got my album number one of david choi!! and he's got awesome music there, so do drop in on his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/davidchoimusic"&gt;YOUTUBE&lt;/a&gt;, or if you wanna buy his music or his cd, go to his &lt;a href="http://www.itunes.com/davidchoi"&gt;ITUNES&lt;/a&gt; or better, his &lt;a href="http://davidchoimusic.com"&gt;WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_RCdBhob4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9JukzdUBC_A/s1600/smallest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_RCdBhob4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9JukzdUBC_A/s320/smallest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473072513555132290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;oh yeah david choi!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to purchase his second album! my mom finally permitted me to order online!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two. i'm out of words to compose songs, i'm out of songs to sing, i'm out of inspiration to do almost anything [i mean to do art, or music] and i wanna have a project before vacation ends!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three. out of boredom, i found this on youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvPY80IdWBc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvPY80IdWBc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so yeah, you can check out my submission on the video responses (my name is sha3sha and yeah i'm gonna make it harder for you xD)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and luckily, i'm one of those who got in to round 2! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the second vid, and yes, i have already posted my video response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL93T9RL8ZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL93T9RL8ZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three. i'm thinking if i'm gonna make an official website for myself. no really. still thinking it through though. so much "th" over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four. i'm getting boreder and boreder everyday... and i like it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five. *thinking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6390510096408560590?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6390510096408560590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6390510096408560590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6390510096408560590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6390510096408560590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-eh.html' title='another, eh?'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S_RCdBhob4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9JukzdUBC_A/s72-c/smallest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1488859378258522478</id><published>2010-05-20T03:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T03:42:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social networking sites are for socializing</title><content type='html'>i'm not butting in, it's just that i've encountered this scenario so many times, and i'm freakin' tired of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social networking sites are for socializing, not for making enemies, or for being racist, or for making another human feel ashamed for something. just like in facebook, what you post, what you like, and even what you play, reflects who you are. i don't know why the facebook people [the moderators] put in the status bar "What's on your mind?" cause that's gonna bring a hell lot of problems, cause to think that there are more than a million people on facebook, and tell me who doesn't have a problem on his or her mind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend and i had a talk just last weekend about this and thought, if you put, or rather share something, it means you want to have people give you feedback. but if it's something personal, for me i think you'd rather not post it. having people knowing your everyday life makes it [to other people] irritating, or much worse, dangerous. [yeah people can stalk you, they'll know what's your life status, or things like that...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for me if you'll take a look at my wall, my posts are almost about youtube or videos, cause really for me, what's the point of sharing something when i don't want people to know about it or comment or even talk about it. and you know sometimes people KNOW even if they don't comment. you'll just be surprised the next day when you're talking to them about something and they'll say, "oh yeah i read it on your post last night..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know not all people are agreeing with me, but really. admit it, it's true. but if you wanna post your personal feelings away and you want people to know and comment, go, no one's holding you back. i don't wanna be rude or anything, and i don't wanna offend anyone, but yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just, my problem is that i don't wanna see or read posts that's all about arguing and stuff, and i know they're hurting someone, or posts of people who fight, and they do it on these social networking sites. i know they wanna share their feelings but do it there? not really a wise move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people nowadays seems to have a bunch of reasons why they wanna do it there, and not confront that particular person, but REALLY? there? heck, if i had a "-REALLY- COUNTER" mine would be a lot than what i'd just typed in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope some can get my point here. it's really pissing me off when i see posts that's about people they hate, and you know, really, who is that person they are talking about, and it's your friend, and being a friend of your friend, it hurts you too, and to think that by their posts you know have a hint of what's going on, and by reading that posts you get hurt cause the posts are talking about your friend, and it's making things worse for your friend --yeah i'm talking too much again, am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, now you've got a hint on why i made this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1488859378258522478?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1488859378258522478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1488859378258522478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1488859378258522478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1488859378258522478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/05/social-networking-sites-are-for.html' title='social networking sites are for socializing'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-254485584715884935</id><published>2010-05-17T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:17:08.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disney voices</title><content type='html'>expect that i'll be doing more, haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wO5_pPe4OR0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wO5_pPe4OR0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GDpg8AXfGA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GDpg8AXfGA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-254485584715884935?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/254485584715884935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=254485584715884935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/254485584715884935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/254485584715884935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/05/disney-voices.html' title='disney voices'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8981020443747752019</id><published>2010-04-23T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:25:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tubes, games, and finale</title><content type='html'>before really giving up on my finals (for tonight), i thought i'd share something about what i'm up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one. i am really getting addicted to people on youtube. i mean, wong fu productions, kina grannis, kevjumba, david  choi, jennifer chung, melissa polinar, happyslip, aj rafael, cathy nguyen, alyssa bernal, mysteryguitarman, mugglesam, nick pitera, annoying orange, and xticklesmilex are just some of my all time favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make awesome videos, real touching music, and comedic shorts that they thought of all by themselves. i mean, coming from individuals like them who earned their fame by themselves through the magic of youtube only means that they have such creative minds!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to search one of them, and you'll see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really think youtube now became the internet's hollywood xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two. games. flash. so we were asked to do a flash game, with packaging and all. coding in as3 is so hard! especially if you're only relying on tutorials and one session per week of game authoring subject, and to think that the next session will be the defence already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for what you need through internet is very hard, especially if you're looking for specific things, like when talking about actionscripts, you need to type in what you want your game to do, and then you just can't find anything helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at school, you found out that the curriculum has been changed on your batch so all the seniors of your school don't really know how to use your software, and you can't ask them anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it really helps if you are being taught by someone who really teaches you on the spot. my professor is my number one run-to-her person. i mean, if i were to do this game really, i'd prefer that i do it at while i'm at her class cause i know i can ask someone about this. but sadly, she too, is new at this software. so she can give me just enough, and not everything. but still, being with her is more preferrable than not with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm complaining too much, and not telling a story xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's our finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's already the last week of april and we still have classes? who will have the mood to do finals then??? we are all now in vacation mood and i can tell that even my classmates are now just being forced by obligations to do the requirements for our finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;report, animation, radio drama, presentation, film, game, name it, we've learned it. i just wish it would have sinked in our brains for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's life. might as well enjoy the suffering studying has given us students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8981020443747752019?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8981020443747752019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8981020443747752019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8981020443747752019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8981020443747752019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/04/tubes-games-and-finale.html' title='tubes, games, and finale'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8306117964763726138</id><published>2010-04-07T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:05:29.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ba doo dee</title><content type='html'>i wanna share something... :) and this is my all time favorite... when i was a kid i memorized something accidentally and till now it's still stuck in my head. it's just now that i listened to it and really wrote down what they actually said. now i don't know if this is really a language, but when i first heard this i thought they were only making up the words to fit the beat xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really had fun doing this xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... all are english, and the rest, the lyrics are as follows (hahaha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;zazappan no ne&lt;br /&gt;hahapdadibiladadapdan non&lt;br /&gt;han nobobelep dun zaba da du da dey du bop da bu duh dey zu bown za bap bap ba be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie: &lt;br /&gt;ha ba doo dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo: &lt;br /&gt;we la beep ban naza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie:&lt;br /&gt;he ba do ba doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo: &lt;br /&gt;we la la ba zi ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie:&lt;br /&gt;hwalabat boo oohh la bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo: &lt;br /&gt;zee blahh do de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie:&lt;br /&gt;hoo hoo hoo hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo: &lt;br /&gt;lee ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie:&lt;br /&gt;hee haahh hahh hahh hahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo: &lt;br /&gt;get maaaddd babehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie:&lt;br /&gt;ha laloolalooloola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo: &lt;br /&gt;la hat la too la too doo dey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie:&lt;br /&gt;ha lla loo lee loo loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo:&lt;br /&gt;doo doo da da da da da dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king louie:&lt;br /&gt;dooloo loot doo loo loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baloo:&lt;br /&gt;zee zee ba dada habada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end (baloo):&lt;br /&gt;zee deee ba bat bat badadoo dun dah oon dah oon dah oon dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaaannn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the vid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hdrcDDqRHk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hdrcDDqRHk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8306117964763726138?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8306117964763726138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8306117964763726138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8306117964763726138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8306117964763726138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/04/ha-ba-doo-dee.html' title='ha ba doo dee'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-3357224044801521573</id><published>2010-03-22T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:39:41.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S6ZZqIaYxFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yFPWZiYfW-Q/s1600-h/loner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S6ZZqIaYxFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yFPWZiYfW-Q/s320/loner.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451142979326100562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-3357224044801521573?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3357224044801521573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=3357224044801521573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3357224044801521573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3357224044801521573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-well.html' title='oh well'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/S6ZZqIaYxFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yFPWZiYfW-Q/s72-c/loner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-835653379499497507</id><published>2010-03-20T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:07:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wong fu</title><content type='html'>so it's a saturday and i don't have class, and i don't have anything to do, so why not do a marathon?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not just any marathon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a WONG FU marathon!! yes you read it right, a WONG FU marathon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're a three man production consisting Philip Wang, Ted Fu, and Wesley Chan. they produce MTVs, series, and not-so-bloglike videos (cause they don't like calling them vlogs xD) and i gotta tell ya, they're really great! they have stuffs, and creative ideas, and they have their full time to make their audience be entertained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so be entertained by wong fu productions! (like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna give you one vid of them, and this one features youtubers like lilcdawg, and i know kevjumba too had posted his video about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so enjoy wong fu productioins, NOW!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvVecB3vwxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvVecB3vwxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/wongfuproductions"&gt;YOUTUBE &lt;/a&gt;and their &lt;a href="http://wongfuproductions.com"&gt;OFFICIAL WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-835653379499497507?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/835653379499497507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=835653379499497507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/835653379499497507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/835653379499497507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wong-fu.html' title='wong fu'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7204789839541943638</id><published>2010-03-13T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:24:00.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOLEN ART</title><content type='html'>well, maybe i over exaggerated a little but it seems to be that kind of feeling even when just something, a little thing, has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i recently stumbled upon a page wherein a photo that was post-processed by me was posted. at the comments, the 'post-er' didn't recognize me as the original editor, and instead credited someone else. well, that was a little errr to me, since i sacrificed my sleeping time just to do that. didn't sleep well for a day, and slept for just 3 hours the next day. i dunno, maybe i'm just paranoid, but other artists who experienced this before may feel the same way, or can relate to me. didn't mind it anyways, cause i think it's not worth it, and i was well credited at the original page where they got the photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lots of things are happening so fast, and so at the same time. goodluck to me, and to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7204789839541943638?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7204789839541943638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7204789839541943638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7204789839541943638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7204789839541943638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/stolen-art.html' title='STOLEN ART'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2143441798595514773</id><published>2010-02-21T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:21:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iya and izzy</title><content type='html'>today was the day my little sistar, iya, went to the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to church first to pray, then waited for about almost 2 hours at the airport for the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when we went back home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was usual for izzy, our dog, to greet us whenever we arrive home. my brother went in, i went in, mama, went in, then papa. usually, she greets papa the longest, but this time, she knew iya was missing and she was waiting for iya to come in. she didn't greet papa longer than usual cause she was looking and waiting for iya. she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 10:55, iya's plane flew. it was just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while waiting at our third floor, watching Marley and Me, we were doing what we do everyday, computer, and papa, gardening (i think), and izzy is just lying there, and i think she's sleeping, or is she waiting for iya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss my little sistaaarrr!! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2143441798595514773?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2143441798595514773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2143441798595514773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2143441798595514773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2143441798595514773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/02/iya-nad-izzy.html' title='iya and izzy'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5396401828028752422</id><published>2010-02-16T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:54:29.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified</title><content type='html'>after DIDI BENAMI sang TERRIFIED on AMERICAN IDOL, many youtubers (including me) made a cover of the song. and i say that she really did reach out to people that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrolling down you'll see videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first is the clip wherein DIDI sang TERRIFIED on AMERICAN IDOL.&lt;br /&gt;next is KARA DIOGUARDI and JASON REEVES's version of the song&lt;br /&gt;next is KATHARINE MCPHEE's studio version of the song&lt;br /&gt;next is MY COVER of the song&lt;br /&gt;and the last vid is another cover of the song made by someone else xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facts about the song:&lt;br /&gt;* it is written by Kara DioGuardi (american idol judge) and Jason Reeves, and they have a version of the song (below)&lt;br /&gt;* Katharine McPhee included this in her album "Unbroken"&lt;br /&gt;* Didi Benami also sang this song during the screening of American Idol Season 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DT5wd92Ztis&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DT5wd92Ztis&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lm_j7hIQV8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lm_j7hIQV8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5396401828028752422?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5396401828028752422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5396401828028752422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5396401828028752422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5396401828028752422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/02/terrified.html' title='Terrified'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4307332141760972894</id><published>2010-01-25T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:24:34.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elphaba</title><content type='html'>oh how i wish i can see WICKED. and RENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh now it gets interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4307332141760972894?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4307332141760972894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4307332141760972894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4307332141760972894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4307332141760972894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/01/elphaba.html' title='elphaba'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6980697507995485531</id><published>2010-01-25T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:23:05.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mash-up</title><content type='html'>one thing i learned was you can always challenge yourself for you to be able to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the reason why i'm still not contented with something is that i've not yet found something that i know i can do that's better than what i was supposed to be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i think i found that "something". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, for me to learn, i need to make it work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6980697507995485531?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6980697507995485531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6980697507995485531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6980697507995485531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6980697507995485531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/01/mash-up.html' title='mash-up'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6390491070590760317</id><published>2010-01-02T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:20:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't stop believing</title><content type='html'>please let the download be done :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;episode 8 to 13 is still downloading and i want to see it so baadd...&lt;br /&gt;if you're not yet a GLEEK, better watch GLEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i found this on youtube... Finn is great looking here!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO0W2GUPqoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO0W2GUPqoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6390491070590760317?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6390491070590760317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6390491070590760317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6390491070590760317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6390491070590760317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-stop-believing.html' title='don&apos;t stop believing'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8116788393144986833</id><published>2009-12-19T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:55:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming with a broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waking up is the hardest part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think about random things, such as, i wish someone would sing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJVLuKpeCj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJVLuKpeCj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dreaming With A Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;Cover By &lt;a href="http://davidchoimusic.com"&gt;David Choi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally sung by John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8116788393144986833?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8116788393144986833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8116788393144986833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8116788393144986833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8116788393144986833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreaming-with-broken-heart.html' title='dreaming with a broken heart'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6433255204718561844</id><published>2009-11-26T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:11:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Mugged</title><content type='html'>can i really say 'mugged'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm toot tired telling the same story over and over again (and it makes me remember all those moments, all that has happened, and it makes me cry again, and feel scared.) i'm just gonna give the link to where i posted the story first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sha3sha.multiply.com/journal/item/92/nadukutan_ako"&gt;GO HERE TO READ MY STORY..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry it's in tagalog, but i just want to tell all of you to be careful when you go out, especially if you're all alone. we can't really say when these things will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who knows my number, please DO TEXT death threats to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ERASE my number. no trisha will reply to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6433255204718561844?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6433255204718561844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6433255204718561844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6433255204718561844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6433255204718561844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-mugged.html' title='I Was Mugged'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7413576271650680315</id><published>2009-11-22T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:12:50.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bags, fans, and more...</title><content type='html'>It's very rare to find ARASHI merchandise here at RP, so when I got the chance to find one (even if it's not really from japan, but the feeling of having one just makes you feel that it is) I didn't hesitate to buy one (even if it's kinda expensive). anything for arashi... especially MATSUJUN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Swles-wWh3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/KPn1Q_UckIA/s1600/11222009214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Swles-wWh3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/KPn1Q_UckIA/s320/11222009214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406956954488047474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mishiellaneous.multiply.com/"&gt;visit MISHIELLANEOUS's multiply for other mechandise like this! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and have i mentioned we saw BLEEDMAN at mangaholix today? too bad we didn't get anything from him... only a stolen pic XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stumbled upon my classmates when i was there. they were so all over the place! and i was like happy i saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after mangaholix and arashi, me and my family went to MOA to watch NEW MOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like TWILIGHT, but BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can I just say that besides "UP", TWILIGHT and NEW MOON were the only movies that I know that make fans scream because of the scenes (they were very "kilig" at Edward, Bella, and Jacob) and my sister and I were like laughing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i better get to sleep... we still have PROGCOA, 84 :)&lt;br /&gt;and I have SA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyt2 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7413576271650680315?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7413576271650680315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7413576271650680315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7413576271650680315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7413576271650680315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/11/bags-fans-and-more.html' title='bags, fans, and more...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Swles-wWh3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/KPn1Q_UckIA/s72-c/11222009214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2308593274435047699</id><published>2009-11-18T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:06:31.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube</title><content type='html'>so I found this video in youtube where she was having a winter singing contest, and I decided to give it a try. It wouldn't require much anyways, just me singing a pop song. sooo, i decided to give her a video response of me singing a pop song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to be in the top 5, but i got the 8th place :) see the vid... hear my account name (sha3sha) :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7cXogGN_Cw0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7cXogGN_Cw0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's what I video responsed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLx_x7bNWhw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLx_x7bNWhw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it says there that the videos will be featured and posted on HamEntertainment.com (try to check it out, but the site says it's still under construction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to Music (top left button) then under POP singers click the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for today :) i hope to join more contest at youtube or any contests like this :D i'm ready~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight~! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2308593274435047699?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2308593274435047699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2308593274435047699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2308593274435047699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2308593274435047699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/11/youtube.html' title='Youtube'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-3122873877104493836</id><published>2009-11-16T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:24:00.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music in my ears</title><content type='html'>sometimes i hear music inside my head. but the words are too murmured and i can't really understand the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i try to write those murmured words down. sometimes i succeed, sometimes i fail. most of the times i fail. but for those moments that i get to write down all of those that i hear were rare, so they are made into a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this blog, sometimes i tend to write down murmured stuffs from my head that's just so crap. maybe i want to say something, i just can't make it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i need to go get some sleep cause i need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-3122873877104493836?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3122873877104493836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=3122873877104493836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3122873877104493836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3122873877104493836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-in-my-ears.html' title='music in my ears'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-345157318328160575</id><published>2009-11-13T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:23:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>it was really Friday the 13th for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after speaking of Friday the 13th as a "lucky day", it was not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I woke up. late.&lt;/span&gt; it was really usual, but this day, I can't be late cause we have midterms on 3D. so, i endd up late. good thing they were just starting on things when i arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the last jeep i rode was caught by a policeman&lt;/span&gt;, saying he allowed passenggers to go in his jeep at the "no loading and unloading" part of the Magallanes. so we have to wait for about 3-5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I started doing my midterms at around 9, after our prof had finished giving us instructions at what to do for our midterms. hours passed by, and 11 am arrived. i was about to be finished when my Maya broke down. good thing i saved. but the bummer part was that i only saved it at the desktop, not knowing that when the pc would restart, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;files at the desktop would be erased&lt;/span&gt;. lesson learned there. i should have put it at the drive d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my works were not checked by our prof&lt;/span&gt; because... i really don't know if it was me or the prof who had gone wrong. at first, he was calling our names, so we assumed that he'll call all of us. but several hours later, he asked us if there would be anymore who would want him to check his or her exercises. we were really not minding him cause i thought he was referring to those who were still not complete with their exercises. little did i know that he was referring to those who have not been called. bummer cause when i told my classmate that i was next, the prof said another name, and thus not calling mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; i didn't study at programming&lt;/span&gt; so i accept my mistakes. the only problem is that the questions that i made a mistake was very easy, and that if i studied, i'd get it right. bummer. and i'm not quite sure about my other answers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. we went to Makati to go shopping and i was looking for a nice jacket. it was sale all over and sadly, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i didn't get to buy anything&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i hope my day would turn around tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-345157318328160575?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/345157318328160575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=345157318328160575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/345157318328160575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/345157318328160575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-3927652427947361892</id><published>2009-10-30T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:22:18.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE DREAM PORTFOLIO</title><content type='html'>i hope you don't mind me making this blog a tagalog one, i just wanna express what i feel about my files that was lost and never to be found again. goodbye dream portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SunPKSda4uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VjH1IWLJAQk/s1600-h/BYEFILES.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SunPKSda4uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VjH1IWLJAQk/s320/BYEFILES.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398073404041126626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pangalawang beses na to nangyari saken. siguro eto nalang ang magpapaiyak saken ngaun. nakakapanghina. masakit sa damdamin. parang namatayan ka. alam mo ba un?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung unang beses nawala saken lahat ng pictures ko ng high school. JS. Field Trip. at iba't ibang mga kalokohan. mga family pics. mga koleksyon ko ng mga kanta. lahat wala. ganito rin nangyari saken, pero mas malala at mas malakas ang iyak ko, kasi first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nangyari ulit. ngayon masaklap kasi mismong sa external nawala ung files ko. wala na ang mga youtube vids ko, ung mga bagong albums na dinownload ko, at mga movies. ANG PINAKAMASAKLAP DON, LAHAT NG ARTWORKS, OUTPUTS, PLATES, ETC. NANDON. ANO NALANG ANG MAGIGING ITSURA NG PORTFOLIO KO NITO. EMPTY. WALANG LAMAN. BORING. NI UNG MGA KANTANG NIRECORD KO WALA. UNG MGA SHOTS KO GAMIT ANG DSLR NG SCHOOL, UNG SOFTCOPY NG LIBRO KO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBRANG TUWA KO BUTI NALANG UNG FILES KO SA 3D MODELING NASA MAIL KO LANG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO DIBA? SA LOOB LANG NG ISANG TAON, NAWALA LANG SILANG PARANG BULA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKIT HINDI KA KASI NAGBACK-UP? &lt;br /&gt;wala akong burner.&lt;br /&gt;maliit lang ang memory ng laptop ko&lt;br /&gt;at wala na din akong desktop (kung kelan kelangan namin ng desktop.)&lt;br /&gt;saan ko ba siya dapat talagang isave.&lt;br /&gt;wala.&lt;br /&gt;wala na talagang pagkakatiwalaang gadgets ngaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi sana siya ganon kasakit kasi konti palang naman nadadagdag kong files dun. pero lumipas ang isang term bago pa siya nawala. nung pinaalala ni Gerdz ang portfolio IYAK NALANG AKO. wala na kong magawa eh. hindi kasi ako nagbaback-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-3927652427947361892?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3927652427947361892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=3927652427947361892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3927652427947361892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3927652427947361892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-dream-portfolio.html' title='GOODBYE DREAM PORTFOLIO'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SunPKSda4uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VjH1IWLJAQk/s72-c/BYEFILES.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7103921396788030831</id><published>2009-10-17T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:41:24.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Dee</title><content type='html'>this term was for us was the most 'loose' term, even though we have 2D and 3D in this term. we only have 5 subjects, and we have enough time to do our projects and homeworks. just don't let laziness get in our way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we've been busy lately for our home work in 3D Modeling. we need to submit a 3D model of furniture (basically a chair, a table, and a closet. but we can customize it if we wanted to. one mad a classroom, and one made a large library) I made a simple dining table with a closet (well, not really a closet) and a small round table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnTR2tX6EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Cm3liLyhQ_s/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnTR2tX6EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Cm3liLyhQ_s/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393574332449941570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then our prof gave us a homework (because we had little time left and he said he had to give us another activity so that we would not be late when it comes to the lessons). the other one was for us to build a spacecraft or spaceship or something out of a cube. i first made something which looked like a 'salbabida' or an inflatable. then i made little ships that looked like mosquito when it's zoomed out. so it looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnWRThAxNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7K2PdsmcIJo/s1600-h/spacebattle+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnWRThAxNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7K2PdsmcIJo/s320/spacebattle+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393577621537735890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was finished that time, and i had nothing left to do (cause i was waiting for my parents to pick me up, and my classmates were asking me from time to time about the homework) so i made another one. this one i made yesterday, and i just continued this afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnW6X3YsnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/te9P-bC7nTc/s1600-h/ufo+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnW6X3YsnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/te9P-bC7nTc/s320/ufo+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393578327079957106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. i was kinda getting used to making 3Ds, but i'm still a noobie so i need to learn more about it, and i need time. and MAYA 7.0.1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7103921396788030831?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7103921396788030831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7103921396788030831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7103921396788030831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7103921396788030831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-dee.html' title='Three Dee'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnTR2tX6EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Cm3liLyhQ_s/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-61991593584669417</id><published>2009-10-17T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:04:31.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture paints a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnNxZSexxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yQY8_WUrcxA/s1600-h/weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnNxZSexxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yQY8_WUrcxA/s320/weird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568277238564626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like what they said... a picture paints a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you're wondering, it says, "Which one? there are two things: either I ran out of yellow, or it turned green."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-61991593584669417?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/61991593584669417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=61991593584669417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/61991593584669417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/61991593584669417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='a picture paints a thousand words'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/StnNxZSexxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yQY8_WUrcxA/s72-c/weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2696849626326964922</id><published>2009-09-30T03:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:45:13.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondoy</title><content type='html'>first, i wanna give you a quick update of the typhoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in the philippines, hundreds and thousands of people are either homeless, had their properties damaged, missing, or dead. but i can see that all are struggling to get up and move on from this catastrophe. everybody's got hope that everything will be just fine as long as somebody is lending a hand, and as long as they have faith in Jesus and in God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that later this evening (wednesday evening) two more low pressure typhoons(?) are coming and everyone is advised to be ready and alert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody who can help here in the philippines are giving their energy and time to help and donate to those who needs it. i am so shocked, and so very pleased that there are still numbers of filipinos who are willing to give out for their fellowmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also very glad to hear that people from around the world would love to help our country. not to mention they are very well known alll around the world and who else but them can very well spread the news about the flood and the status of the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also heard that the typhoon ondoy is at vietnam (or just left) and also left the country flooding and people missing, homeless, properties destroyed, or dead, just like in the philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that everyone is alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say that y'all are in my prayers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2696849626326964922?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2696849626326964922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2696849626326964922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2696849626326964922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2696849626326964922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/09/ondoy.html' title='Ondoy'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7447932023628092048</id><published>2009-09-26T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:02:21.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonstop Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aFFcLCEI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vno6db4TxCw/s1600-h/09262009072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aFFcLCEI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vno6db4TxCw/s320/09262009072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385630141555345474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 11 am today by the sound of our 'kasambahay''svoice, telling us that it is raining outside, nonstop. i knew that it was nonstop cause it was also raining last night and i can hear the rain pour down like mad. even right now it's still pouring mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aD8S-J1I/AAAAAAAAADY/F76yXCD5NRU/s1600-h/09262009076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aD8S-J1I/AAAAAAAAADY/F76yXCD5NRU/s320/09262009076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385630121920964434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama and papa can't go back here because cars are parked here everywhere, and where they're at is also flooded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile here, people at our right side were packing their things and moving it to the left side where the land there is higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aEpAbUHI/AAAAAAAAADo/de0kdvYCYkc/s1600-h/09262009073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aEpAbUHI/AAAAAAAAADo/de0kdvYCYkc/s320/09262009073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385630133922779250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them are even enjoying the rain and the flood. they are taking a bath outside where there's so much water, and you don't even need to pay the water bills XD (i really miss going out and just playing with the rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aEDHl2lI/AAAAAAAAADg/H30rdmYls-M/s1600-h/09262009074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aEDHl2lI/AAAAAAAAADg/H30rdmYls-M/s320/09262009074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385630123752282706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you look at the sky, you can really see nothing. usually we see buildings here but right now we see nothing. I've heard in Taiwan right now, you can't see anything because of the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes are also suspended from preschool to colleges. flights are being canceled due to this heavy rain. people are stranded from where they're at right now, and electricity in some places are being cut off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dams are almost in critical levels so they had to release water just so it will not reach critical levels. so they advice people who are near the dams to expect more flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to everybody today, please be careful. i've also heard that the rain is going to lessen just a few hours from now. let's hope that. take care everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7447932023628092048?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7447932023628092048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7447932023628092048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7447932023628092048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7447932023628092048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/09/nonstop-rain.html' title='Nonstop Rain'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sr2aFFcLCEI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vno6db4TxCw/s72-c/09262009072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-348829455004868842</id><published>2009-09-26T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:02:44.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundcloud</title><content type='html'>i have visited this site before, and i told myself i would come back there, but eventually, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i stumbled upon that site again and now, i save it on my speed dial, and whadayaknow?? i joined in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just here to tell you that shathree is now uploading her music at SoundCloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit her page: http://soundcloud.com/shathree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can hear one of my tracks from one of my recent post :)&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna post updates at twitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it... please visit my page and even listen to my tracks... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-348829455004868842?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/348829455004868842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=348829455004868842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/348829455004868842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/348829455004868842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/09/soundcloud.html' title='soundcloud'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2872815749212565137</id><published>2009-09-25T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:57:01.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in this crazy life...</title><content type='html'>when i'm stressed out, this is what i do. this is my remedy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fshathree%2Feverything-michael-buble-n-me-duet&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=005fff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fshathree%2Feverything-michael-buble-n-me-duet&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=005fff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/shathree/everything-michael-buble-n-me-duet"&gt;Everything - Michael Buble n Me Duet&lt;/a&gt;  by  &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/shathree"&gt;shathree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2872815749212565137?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2872815749212565137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2872815749212565137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2872815749212565137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2872815749212565137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-this-crazy-life.html' title='in this crazy life...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2514497059864518126</id><published>2009-09-21T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:42:33.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while they're moving forward, i go backwards...</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish i could go back in time when they were still famous, and girls would cry over them while they were performing. and people would die just to see them. there ain't no band like this in the world, and nothing and no one had and will ever replace them, and their music over the past years. singers would revive, but they cannot give back the life The Beatles gave the people of the Earth then. it was a hard day's night, but it was such wonderful nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBu_sGI6HVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBu_sGI6HVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes memories only lasted for a minute, or two, or even four. but how we make them are timeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a round of applause for The Beatles. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2514497059864518126?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2514497059864518126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2514497059864518126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2514497059864518126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2514497059864518126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-theyre-moving-forward-i-go.html' title='while they&apos;re moving forward, i go backwards...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2197744457976557068</id><published>2009-09-09T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:07:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autopilot</title><content type='html'>i have yet been running in autopilot just this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking of several professors to sign the room reservation forms. fortunately, all of them are present today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just after i got the room reservation form approved, i lost it! good thing i remembered what room was reserved for us (the clerk will be the one to write/tell us what room will be available for us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, a faculty remembered me by the face, but unfortunately, i can't remember when did i met her... i'm so sorry miss... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, i think i'm having more autopilot sessions because of pressure and stress... finals us up. oh no i still need to get my permit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to attend my SA's. (was that right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. maybe you'll get a more specific post after finals is over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2197744457976557068?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2197744457976557068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2197744457976557068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2197744457976557068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2197744457976557068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/09/autopilot.html' title='autopilot'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4237372904778823745</id><published>2009-08-19T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:28:22.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress: it's a killer, sir</title><content type='html'>yeah it is. and right now i feel that stress... and it is indeed a killer. i no more feel the peace and relaxation that i feel before even when i encounter problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is that? maybe because of the "hectic" schedule. seriously. i have learned to organize my schedule. lemme give you a quick summary of my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday (that's today):&lt;br /&gt;-digimag class &lt;br /&gt;*bring products to shoot&lt;br /&gt;-adverti class&lt;br /&gt;*bring actual size printed of spreads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;-afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;*stoot for:&lt;br /&gt;+theme: &lt;br /&gt;flying (priority)&lt;br /&gt;text pepito for the shoot for 17 again poster&lt;br /&gt;text cousins for japanese poster shoot&lt;br /&gt;*do mawrite jingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;this is the conflict. we were planning this reunion a long long time now, and then GA for our org was announced and it will be held at this day. help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;-natser&lt;br /&gt;-shoot for posters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;-cosplay (not sure)&lt;br /&gt;-if cosplay is not sure... then i have to bring my cam to the reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;no schedule&lt;br /&gt;(whole day class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;-test on physics&lt;br /&gt;-afternoon: shoot at nikki's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was just a quick summary... that's what i need to do this week and the next, and i don't know if i can survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no! I WILL survive! XD&lt;br /&gt;help me!!!&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4237372904778823745?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4237372904778823745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4237372904778823745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4237372904778823745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4237372904778823745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/08/stress-its-killer-sir.html' title='stress: it&apos;s a killer, sir'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5099597234271600796</id><published>2009-08-09T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:33:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's not to not like?</title><content type='html'>first and foremost, i do not have any grudges upon the "station", even though i, myself, is a supporter of the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may be just the perfect blog to post. maybe you already know about famous tv host, Willie Revillame, host of noontime show, Wowowee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people looked up to him. people smile when they see him. and he also makes people smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question is. can people see what he really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not really a fan of him, but i've watched a few eps. i don't see why people can't see that he doesn't have any respect to people, mainly his staff, and their contestants. seriously, he would make fun of his contestants and then make them look like a fool. luckily for him, the contestants would just take his words, and the audience would just laugh and take it as a joke. for me, if i would be "insulted" like that, i would not be in the mood to play in his show anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have heard about his latest "issue" about him telling his staff to stop airing the late pres. Cory Aquino's funeral procession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hindi siguro magandang tingnan na pinapakita niyo yan (Mrs. Aquino’s footage). Nagsasaya kami tapos pinapakita niyo yung, I don't think dapat ipakita yan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh mahihirapan akong magsalita rito. Nagpapasaya ako nakikita ko ‘yung ano (cortege) ni Tita Cory. Sana pakitanggal naman muna ‘yan sa ating traffic. Kasi kung ganyan pakita nalang natin ‘yan kasi nagsasaya kami dito tapos masakit sa akin yan. Nagsasalita ako dito yan Pls, sana maintindhan niyo, nagsasaya kami dito papakita niyo sa amin yun. Diba? Hindi tama eh okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hay nako. Pangit. Hindi maganda ho sa atin nagsasalita pinapakita yung kabaong ni Tita Cory. Diba? Paano kami magkakapagsaya nahihirapan kami? I'm sorry ho ah pero ako totoo ako eh. ‘Wag niyo akong papagalitan...Pagkatapos ng show pakita niyo ‘yung gusto niyong ipalabas. Kasi itong Wowowee gusto ko at alam din ni Tita Cory ‘yan kasi napasaya din siya ng show na ito na laging masaya dito. Okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-willie revillame, while on-air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my opinion: he was so thankful to Mrs. Cory Aquino, but he CHOSE to not let the funeral procession be on air. WORSE, he CHOSE to speak ON-AIR about taking it off on our screen. if you are like me who wants to know every little bit of what's going on at the procession, you'll get "dismaya" at willie for taking it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's an ignorant man who DOESN'T HAVE ANY FEELINGS. he doesn't care about his staff and contestant, and even the dancers of his show. he only cares about himself. i bet if the Mrs. Cory Aquino issue didn't affect people he wouldn't be sorry. for me, he was only sorry so that he could clean his reputation to the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not making a huge fuss about this, but still seeing him on air just confuses me. he had a lot of issues but why is he still on air? why do some people still supports him? he's had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here for the news about him taking off late pres. cory aquino's funeral procession: http://ph.news.yahoo.com/gma/20090808/tel-willie-revillame-violated-code-of-et-284c369.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here if you want to sign the petition to oust willie revillame: http://www.petitiononline.com/badwilly/petition.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you might as well search about this on youtube. anyways, words fly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i hurt some of you, i am sorry. this is my opinion. and i think, many people think of this too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5099597234271600796?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5099597234271600796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5099597234271600796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5099597234271600796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5099597234271600796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-not-to-not-like.html' title='what&apos;s not to not like?'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7507760096566661856</id><published>2009-08-05T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:10:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumalangit Nawa, Former Pres. Cory Aquino</title><content type='html'>today we bid goodbye as we lay one last look at the woman who gave back our voices. she was an extraordinary woman, and no one can replace her. she will be marked in our hearts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SnmugyjyeLI/AAAAAAAAACs/UwckSXiX6MA/s1600-h/Cory_Aquino_-_Woman_of_the_Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SnmugyjyeLI/AAAAAAAAACs/UwckSXiX6MA/s320/Cory_Aquino_-_Woman_of_the_Year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512309339584690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Maria Corazon "Cory" Sumulong Cojuangco Aquino &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(January 25, 1933 – August 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7507760096566661856?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7507760096566661856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7507760096566661856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7507760096566661856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7507760096566661856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/08/sumalangit-nawa-former-pres-cory-aquino.html' title='Sumalangit Nawa, Former Pres. Cory Aquino'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SnmugyjyeLI/AAAAAAAAACs/UwckSXiX6MA/s72-c/Cory_Aquino_-_Woman_of_the_Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8812743460545806822</id><published>2009-07-29T21:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:13:53.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there is someone who wants to speak. let her speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let her speak her mind. many times had she been neglecting certain things coming inside her. many times had she been turning her back against the things she should not have, or accept, or even feel. many times had she been blinded by such untruthful love. today, the girl will let her mind, and maybe her heart, speak for itself. let everyone have a chance to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you sing between the strings? i bet you can. but can you really? the girl that is standing here in front of you wants to be free. no lies. no regrets. no problems. no hard feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she may begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am in love with a man. a man who is worth of my love. although we may have two different worlds, our path collided together with our dreams. we shared some of our precious passions, and we have debated over several issues regarding certain issues. it was not perfect, but it's love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"true, our paths have collided, but we can't be certain if the future holds the same path for the both of us. the time when the path will split into two will be the time that will test the bind of love that we have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we can't help but accept what the future had prepared for us. all we need to do is to face it, solve it, and accept it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then. another path had crossed mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"even though my love for the man i have met before still exist, i can't help but trip and stumble upon the path of another. he may not be the one i am looking for, but he HAD ways of showing he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the love i have for the man I've met before still exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but this was something new. he was someone new. i tried to ignore it, but i can't hide it anymore. he was. fragrant. kind-hearted. and taken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we cannot be together. i live to accept that, and i do. we both have someone ELSE that holds our hearts. and i know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let her speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"today i've experienced something really, free, and at the same time, jailed. today i have held his arms like it was my teddy bear. i have laid my head upon his shoulders, and he have laid his on my head. but inside, nothing really was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but i admit. i really wanted to capture that moment. that moment IS rare, even for the one i love. it was peaceful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it was something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let her finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let me speak. i do not love him. i do, and i still do, love the man i have shared paths before. the one i have shared dreams before. i may have feel a spark, or something else, i still DO love the man i have shared paths before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SO UNFAIR&lt;/span&gt; that i get to do that to him, and not to the one i love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8812743460545806822?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8812743460545806822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8812743460545806822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8812743460545806822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8812743460545806822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/07/spotlight.html' title='spotlight'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1224767840919216602</id><published>2009-07-04T00:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:07:34.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three points plus one</title><content type='html'>ok so this post will be a different one, considering that i expect that it will be a long one. i have not blogged for quite a while and that's because of certain school works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;School.&lt;/span&gt; it's where we learn stuff we don't know, and professors and teachers are the ones who teaches us. recently, i have learned a lot of new things about my course, more specifically in certain subjects like animation, photography, and advertising. moreover, there were things that i certainly had quite a hard time understanding, but in the end, i caught up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at school, i had learned to love the art of ANIMATION. although I've loved it since birth, i've learned to love the art of making cartoons and animation objects and drawings. recently, i have made an animated bouncing ball by using series of drawings made by me. unfortunately, i'm saddened cause i only got a grade of 2.5 because i had lots of notes coming from my professor. anyway, i'll do better next time. today we made a box that was tied up by a rope, slide. everytime we have our 2D animation class, we use one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk4wg5t9F9I/AAAAAAAAACE/Lhs9OGl_j3o/s1600-h/lytbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk4wg5t9F9I/AAAAAAAAACE/Lhs9OGl_j3o/s320/lytbox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354270348797614034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is what we call a lightbox. the disk (the round one) can be rotated. that's where you put your animation paper and draw.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when we went to disneyland, and the instructor taught us how to draw donald duck. we were given animation papers, bigger than what we have at our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk4xGX_DN7I/AAAAAAAAACM/sM0YFMQ16T4/s1600-h/3212710993_b9bb55aace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk4xGX_DN7I/AAAAAAAAACM/sM0YFMQ16T4/s320/3212710993_b9bb55aace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354270992577542066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;in this pic, it's minnie, cause the pic is NOT MINE. i just want to show y'all what the 'tutorial studio' looked like :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Late.&lt;/span&gt; i was so late, but thankfully, i was not marked absent. it was thursday morning when my class was 8 am, and i had to leave my house 30 minutes minimum before 8am. after i hopping out of the tricycle, i was very surprised at how many people were at the gas station, near the overpass, near TUP Taguig, and the palengke (marketplace). it was totally shocking, knowing that it was not normal for people to be like 'stranded' there. they were all heading to Pasay, and no empty jeepneys were available. no empty taxis were available too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk4ym1grsWI/AAAAAAAAACU/rt_AzsyF38I/s1600-h/la_superdome_20050828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk4ym1grsWI/AAAAAAAAACU/rt_AzsyF38I/s320/la_superdome_20050828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354272649770676578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it was like this, only the place was not that, and because we are only in a small country, there were fewer people, BUT it was crowded like this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, when i realized that i can't ride a jeep at that time, i texted my mom, and she told me that she'll take me to school, instead. we met at my brother and sister's school, since that time, my mom was taking them to school, and i arrived 25 minutes late for my first class. phew. good thing it was not absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DSLR.&lt;/span&gt; i want one badly, especially now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk41mwim39I/AAAAAAAAACc/RTP541HfTy8/s1600-h/blogslr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk41mwim39I/AAAAAAAAACc/RTP541HfTy8/s320/blogslr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354275946971455442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me, trying out a 450d canon dslr from our school. oh and do ya think that grey one's a sexy one?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want one so bad, cause i'm having too much fun experimenting with it. i can't believe how many effects you can do with it that you can do in photoshop. imagine having effects in your photos without using photoshop! and yeah, we're always having assignments, so if i have any interesting photos, i'll post it here. anyways, i want one so bad, but i don't want to ask money from my parents, neither want them to buy me one. i want to buy for myself, my own money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt; they come and go. but true friends will stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i thought i had a fight with one of my bestest friends. 'thought' because i don't really know if we fought, but as far as i can tell, we're not speaking to each other recently. the truth is, i really don't want to talk to her this moment. for you to understand why, let me tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk421MhvtuI/AAAAAAAAACk/O1YibQ_UlB4/s1600-h/fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk421MhvtuI/AAAAAAAAACk/O1YibQ_UlB4/s320/fruit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354277294513829602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cute lil tangerines being friends with each other. understanding each other&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my other bestest friends and another bestest friend wanted to come over at my house for ol' times sake. now, i know my certain bestest friend has class that day, so i didn't bother to ask her to go too. really, i understand. besides, there are other days anyways. so there, we talked, laugh, etc. and then my certain bestest friend texted me asking why didn't i invited her too. i said "i thought you have class? come now if you don't have" and then she replied "nevermind, just have fun" like she was making me feel guilty. she was always like that, but in our high school days. i know we don't always like change but sometimes, change is good. i wouldn't want her to change 'her' but i would like it if she'd change her ways. we hadn't been seeing each other for quite some time now and that's because we go to different schools now, and have different schedules. but she also needs to know that being like that is so childish. i don't want to say it that way, but that's how i see it. how does she not understand how i understand her? i don't want to fight with her. that's why i don't want to speak to her. i don't want to argue with her because i'm afraid it might just cause a bigger gap between our friendship. she was always busy everytime we ask her to go with us to just hang out. even my other classmates who are our friends is having little grudge over her because they think my certain bestest friend is hiding from them, making excuses everytime they ask to hang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss this certain bestest friend of mine. but i wish she would just stop doing that. she knows what i mean. we're old enough to understand information that people gives us, and know the deeper meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was a long one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1224767840919216602?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1224767840919216602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1224767840919216602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1224767840919216602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1224767840919216602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-points-plus-one.html' title='three points plus one'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sk4wg5t9F9I/AAAAAAAAACE/Lhs9OGl_j3o/s72-c/lytbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5183159561301440416</id><published>2009-06-29T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:00:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school</title><content type='html'>why do people tend to, like not keep in touch after high school? there are people who thinks people had forgotten about them, and then result to not keeping in touch, but really, people missed him... or her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, our batch had a bond which can never be replaced. from the friendship that we've made, from the enemies that we've fought, from the people who we thing was a wallflower, and from the people who was known in the whole school. everybody IN OUR BATCH was like rice, we stick together. you couldn't say that, if we were together, but deep inside, there's a strong connection between each and every one of us that gets thicker and thicker each time new obstacles are met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only for the friends we've made, are those bonds are made, but also for our enemies, whom have we fought and argued over the last couple of years. some are forgiven, some are never forgiven, and just... forgotten. but even though, that was the bond that enemies share. they still have a connection. you are his/her enemy. that's the bond you've shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, bonds between lovers are not an exceptional. they try to 'keep in touch' after high school more because of the idea that they love each other. that's the bond that keeps them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends sometimes forget. but that doesn't mean that they're not there for you. sometimes the sentence, "I'm busy" is true. we just need to think when will the perfect time to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, there are certain... times... that people tend to not keep in touch anymore, for reasons you don't know, and sometimes it gets a little too obvious that they are hiding from you. people feel guilty about that, but they feel that they need to, for reasons that they keep for themselves. that makes their friends go 'tampo' over them. that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now people, as we know, tend to blend in the environment they're in, that's why they change. sometimes for good, sometimes for the worst. but the important thing is that they do not forget each other, and letting them know that. sometimes a simple 'hello' would mean the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is for my high school friends, whom i miss so much. i want to see them so much, better if we were to meet all together. i want to tell you that even though i tend to not keep in touch sometimes, i want you to know that i'm just a text away, and forever, i will not forget you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5183159561301440416?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5183159561301440416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5183159561301440416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5183159561301440416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5183159561301440416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-school.html' title='high school'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2748036908677730839</id><published>2009-06-29T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:11:17.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoutout</title><content type='html'>i can't believe myself for totally forgetting what day it was today. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, it is now june 29, and yes, another 29th day has come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had asked me to go to their acquaintance party this upcoming july 11. but i haven't said yes yet. i still have other thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wannas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i wanna go, cause i wanna see him&lt;br /&gt;* i wanna go cause i wanna experience attending an acquaintance party (all the schools i have been never had an acquaintance party)&lt;br /&gt;* i wanna go cause it's after class&lt;br /&gt;* i wanna go cause i just want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the don't wannas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i don't wanna go cause i go to a different school&lt;br /&gt;* i don't wanna go cause i'm shy&lt;br /&gt;* i don't wanna go cause i really don't know anyone there (maybe i know a few people, but i really don't feel very comfortable with crowds i don't know mostly)&lt;br /&gt;* i don't wanna go cause it's after class&lt;br /&gt;* i don't wanna go if i would go home early and he'll stay. maybe it's better if i would just not go.&lt;br /&gt;* i don't wanna go, cause i just don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that feeling that you wanna, but you don't? what will i do? i really want to, but something's holding me back. reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i really miss him, a lot. &lt;br /&gt;i hope we have a chance later to get in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;update: oh yeah. note that i haven't talked to him about the one i posted about the "i missed you" thing. but i'm gonna... as soon as i see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2748036908677730839?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2748036908677730839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2748036908677730839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2748036908677730839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2748036908677730839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoutout.html' title='shoutout'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2829469464945250320</id><published>2009-06-27T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:10:37.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr-where-are-you-SAY WHAT?</title><content type='html'>this will be a quick one though... i just wanna... really, i don't know HOW or... how will i explain this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friend just asked me my bf's messengger account, and told me to accept it, so, i did. i got offline and then opened his account, and added my friend. but there was something else that made me VERY surprised. how will I explain this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi sweetie...i miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what d heck was that?? and it was from someone i really didn't know, or heard from, at least. and from the name where the message came from, i think he... or she... is gay. i don't really create judgment when it comes to this kind of things, BUT. WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM REALLY CONFUSED. RIGHT NOW. REALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... what was that?? if someone like that would message hin that, it may mean that my... is... OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bUT... that could be also WRONg. because i know there's someone who's been hacking his account, and that hacker had been telling me stuff. cursing me rather. and i know my bf's not gonna do that to me. so it's only clear that it's a hacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is not gonna clear itself. not until i confront my bf. but how? i can't contact him, unless he contact me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gudluck for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UPDATE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to him yesterday. he said it was from his co-gamer, sending a message to my bf that was supposed to be for  his girlfriend. yeah i'm being too paranoid, aren't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2829469464945250320?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2829469464945250320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2829469464945250320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2829469464945250320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2829469464945250320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-where-are-you-say-what.html' title='mr-where-are-you-SAY WHAT?'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-3898776060161805136</id><published>2009-06-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:35:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just a random poem i wanna share with y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to her on a starry night&lt;br /&gt;Her the lady, he the knight&lt;br /&gt;And knelt before her on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her hands within his own he bound&lt;br /&gt;And gazed into her starlit eyes&lt;br /&gt;Illuminated by the lunar rise&lt;br /&gt;And smiling, produced to her a ring&lt;br /&gt;A trinket to most, a trifled thing&lt;br /&gt;And said to her those words she dreamed&lt;br /&gt;And faltered not, although it seemed&lt;br /&gt;He would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she, exuberant, looking down&lt;br /&gt;Could not recall when last she'd frowned&lt;br /&gt;Though tears flowed freely down her face&lt;br /&gt;And settled on her moonlit lace&lt;br /&gt;Her face bespoke rapturous elation&lt;br /&gt;Outshining God's surrounding creations&lt;br /&gt;And opening her delicate mouth&lt;br /&gt;One whispered word made to slip out&lt;br /&gt;And soared across the enchanted night&lt;br /&gt;And on his ears it made to alight&lt;br /&gt;With growing cheer upon its advent&lt;br /&gt;His heart soared forth whenst it gained the content&lt;br /&gt;And all doubts dashed he embraced her dearly&lt;br /&gt;For though it seemed unlikely,&lt;br /&gt;She would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spinning upon that ghostly hill&lt;br /&gt;That gorgeous spine of earth instilled&lt;br /&gt;It seemed, with all the wonder of the world&lt;br /&gt;This dear young couple their hearts unfurled&lt;br /&gt;And then, exuberance smiting his face&lt;br /&gt;He stepped away to leave her place&lt;br /&gt;She glanced and questioned lovingly&lt;br /&gt;Where go thou now, my dearest sweet?&lt;br /&gt;And to the world his voice he hurled&lt;br /&gt;"I think, my dear, I shall conquer the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or is it...? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*poem not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-3898776060161805136?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3898776060161805136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=3898776060161805136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3898776060161805136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3898776060161805136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-random-poem-i-wanna-share-with.html' title=''/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1323876216853566873</id><published>2009-06-19T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:16:49.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>n-3^07-1</title><content type='html'>finished reading all of his letters, and also, i finished my reply, and i did it all in just one sitting! i can't wait for tomorrow to reply, i just have so many things to say. and i wanna see him again now. oh when will this suffering end? helga g. pataki lend me your literature skills so i can translate my feelings into words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried like nonstop just a while ago. i can't seem to get the feeling of guilt, sadness, and longing out of my chest. i wanted it to cry it all out. i don't believe i had let it all out, but anyways, i had finished my response. i'm so happy he made all of those letters. and i feel so guilty for saying those stuff to him. i'm feeling like that, and he still loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i'm off to sleep. gudnight! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1323876216853566873?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1323876216853566873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1323876216853566873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1323876216853566873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1323876216853566873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/n-307-1.html' title='n-3^07-1'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7250417563597951244</id><published>2009-06-18T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:02:32.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken shoes and a mended heart</title><content type='html'>today i was nearly late when going to school. luckily, i met my blockmate, Zerah, along the way, and both of us were nearly late xD BUT, it's still 8 something by then so it turns out that we were just on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i sat down, i found out that my shoes were broken. poor shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hanging, the rubber that was at the bottom, and the upper part mismo. the only thing holding the two pieces together was a small quantity of rugby that glued the cloth of the shoe and the rubber itself on both ends of the shoe. that was the left shoe. the right shoe was also beginning to break, or to separate, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, my other blockmate, Tryxzy, has extra slippers in her locker. thanks Tryxzy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, out of the topic. it was nearly 12 and he still wasn't texting me, so i decided to stay at school a little bit longer. we took care of things we needed, like reserving DSLRs for our DIGIMAG class, buying animation paper for our 2D animation class, and such. when we were done, we went to the cafeteria to get some rest, and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us didn't ate that lunchtime. i was thinking of eating at smbicutan because i wanted to get me some mcdonalds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 12:30 pm, i think, and i told them that i should be going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got a jeep, i learned that it would not go in smbicutan, but only in merville, so the driver told me to get another jeep when we got into merville. being nice, the driver gave me back 6 pesos of what i paid him. that was the 6 pesos i gave to the other jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelling was very tiring, and slow. it was traffic. when i got to sm it was past 1 pm. and by that time, he finally texted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i needed to have another sketch pad for our 2D, that was my other purpose for going there. i got me a new sketch pad, 2 2B faber castel pencils, a sharpener, and a new ballpen, since my old ballpen ran out of ink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to mcdonalds and ate a 1 pc chicken, coke, and a sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i texted him that it would be traffic in bicutan so he better go now, ,or he'll arrive late, and therefore, will go home late. expectantly, he arrived past 3 already. mama and my brother and sister was here already when he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had finaly made a response to my letters. actually, he made alot, and it surprised me since i know he was really not into writing and stuff. the truth is i'm kinda nervous up until now of what he had written in his letters. i made this blog first before reading his letters, it sorta makes me relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he talked, about school, and a little bit about us, and we played rock band :D&lt;br /&gt;i really missed him. it's been how long since we talked and seen each other. and God knows how much i missed him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he left at 6:30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me that i can read his letters... and not... react so stupidly... i'm so nervous right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be back. i think. i'll start reading his letters now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7250417563597951244?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7250417563597951244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7250417563597951244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7250417563597951244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7250417563597951244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-shoes-and-mended-heart.html' title='broken shoes and a mended heart'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8929377882905923195</id><published>2009-06-17T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:53:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>face your font</title><content type='html'>it's kinda bit odd to put a title like that, and would not have a connection with the blog post. not that it's too random, it's just that i am currently thinking of a "font".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was nice. yep. it was back to normal, as usual. but that would also mean that we would be getting a lot of assignments and stuff. right now i am starting to not get sleep again. but i still try though, cause normally when there's school, the opposite happens. when i want sleep, i don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to find this specific font that my professor wants us to research, and it sure took me some time to find it. and to make things harder, there are two versions of the font. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok out of the topic. right now, i'm loving the Beatles &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently watched Across the Universe AGAIN and i'm still wowed by it. REALLY! :D not just the fact that Jim Sturgess is H-O-T and sings too, the movie really is wonderful, overall. i don't see why they would not win awards, which they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just found out that T.V. Carpio, the one who plays Prudence, is part filipina. cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout that. i just checked out some of jim's photos xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'ma leave it 'ere cause i need to go. still have school tomorrow,so, nyt! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8929377882905923195?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8929377882905923195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8929377882905923195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8929377882905923195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8929377882905923195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/face-your-font.html' title='face your font'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4436472721388370507</id><published>2009-06-13T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:53:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako Mismo</title><content type='html'>right now i'm gonna post about the Ako Mismo Event. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda sick,, but i wanna do this, you know. so here it goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at the bonifacio open field at about 2 pm (they said gates will open at 2pm) and when we got there, there were so many people lining up in the dog tag booth. turns ot you need to sign up for a "passport" and there, you can also purchase a dog tag worth php 40. we each had one, and i also bought more for my friends who also wanted the dog tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://img38.imageshack.us/i/p6120050l.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/5797/p6120050l.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the famous "ako mismo dog tag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got in, there were so many booths that were all about charities and foundations that help people. it was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://img194.imageshack.us/i/p6120034.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/6610/p6120034.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wall of Commitments: you write there what you will do to help the country :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that if you buy any of what they're selling, including the dog tags, the money will go to foundations and charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;included in the ako mismo event was a concert that featured filipino bands. they all were awesome! i remember Letter Day Story was the first one to perform. there were still daylight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://img44.imageshack.us/i/p6120058b.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/9753/p6120058b.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Letter Day Story performing in the Ako Mismo Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then other bands started rocking along, like Makopa, Up Dharma Down, Hale, Kamikazee, Bamboo, and Pupil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the performances, the hosts were introducing the people behind the foundations. they wanted to thank everyone for the support and the help people gave to them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the hosts also interviewed the actors who were included in the ako mismo advertisement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://img44.imageshack.us/i/p6120082.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/9633/p6120082.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chris Tiu was one of the actors who were in the ako mismo advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the event lasted for i think, 5 hours, ending with the pupil performing their songs. and ely buendia surprised all of the people by performing eraserheads's songs, "Alapaap". the people gone crazy! the craziness were spread all over and even reaching the exit doors. i mean all people started singing with them, including us, who were to go home. we stopped and sang along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://img193.imageshack.us/i/p6120099.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/1966/p6120099.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ely Buendia performing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, we raced to the exit, cause we knew that people will start to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the event ended at about 10 or 11 pm i think. yeah. it was exhausting, but it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome, the event. and i got a dogtag that everyone wanted :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4436472721388370507?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4436472721388370507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4436472721388370507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4436472721388370507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4436472721388370507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/ako-mismo.html' title='Ako Mismo'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5155239629576363818</id><published>2009-06-12T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:26:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doll Domination :D</title><content type='html'>well just as i said, i'll be back. but again, i'm still not ready to post/tell what had happened cause i'm too exhausted. so maybe i'll do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news is, i'll tell you now what happened at the doll domination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://img14.imageshack.us/i/28700855403d8005d303o.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/6683/28700855403d8005d303o.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nearly 5:30 pm when we got to the concert grounds of SM MOA. and by that time, there were nearly loads of people. when i meant nearly, i meant that people are still "few" but many to... count. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even though we got the silver tickets, we still have to suffer because there was no chairs for us, and we only have to stand up to see them. too bad for most of us, our height was not helping either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully, the concert was not "Filipino Time". it started at exactly 8 pm. but, the first 45 minutes was spent for the opening act and a 15 minute break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. they showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had performed many hit songs like "I Hate This Part", "Don't Cha", "Stikwitu", "Jai Ho", and "When I Grow Up". my list of songs is incomplete cause i don't know some of their songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HblYxdlXE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HblYxdlXE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a video of them performing their version of "Jai Ho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after 4 and a half hours of pain of my legs, hotness due to the many people, and a wonderful and enjoy time, the concert was finished. even though it was exhausting, i can say that the concert was a success. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, even though all the people suffered, they still managed to sing along :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert, my family, along with my cousin and tryxzy, ate at mcdonalds cause really, we didn't ate dinner. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i'll post the "ako mismo" event tomorrow. it's a blast! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5155239629576363818?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5155239629576363818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5155239629576363818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5155239629576363818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5155239629576363818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/doll-domination-d.html' title='Doll Domination :D'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2780012095207537395</id><published>2009-06-12T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:21:45.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a clear doll domination</title><content type='html'>one down, one to go :)this'll be a quick one, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the clear doll domination. the pussycat dolls manila concert. it was held at the concert grounds at SM MOA. i gotta tell ya, the concert was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ma still postin' the pics at my multiply site. it's not done uploading, yet. i'ma going to do that later, cause right now, there's another event that i'm gonna go to. and i'll tell yah about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2780012095207537395?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2780012095207537395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2780012095207537395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2780012095207537395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2780012095207537395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/clear-doll-domination.html' title='a clear doll domination'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1073477759910417339</id><published>2009-06-06T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:26:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another of those people who don't got anything to do</title><content type='html'>so i went back to that multiply site, even thought i don't want to bother them anymore or whatsoever, their comments are just so entertaining, and at the same time, frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i went back, 35 new comments are posted. and one of these is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SipQhpnu7nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iiBaVgqW9FU/s1600-h/WAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SipQhpnu7nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iiBaVgqW9FU/s320/WAHA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344172446866927218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, can someone stop them already?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DON'T want to comment on this anymore. but. i am seriously pissed about these kinds of people who DO NOT know how to fight FAIR and SQUARE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they aren't finished! they made a 'fan' multiply site that says that it's for the blogger. the multiply site contains pics of her, and comments about her, that says... NEGATIVE things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, this is JUST RUDE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna look at it, click &lt;a href="http://bilbiltitangtonta.multiply.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna take a look on the blog that started it all, click &lt;a href="http://gmakapusonetwork.multiply.com/journal/item/2626/Which_of_the_3_versions_of_Hana_Yori_Dango_will_you_choose_poll?replies_read=945"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. PEOPLE on THAT BLOG has gone very INSANE. and i meant ALL OF THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1073477759910417339?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1073477759910417339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1073477759910417339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1073477759910417339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1073477759910417339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-of-those-people-who-dont-got.html' title='another of those people who don&apos;t got anything to do'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SipQhpnu7nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iiBaVgqW9FU/s72-c/WAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2206996248615962202</id><published>2009-06-04T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:49:32.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hug me on my first day :D</title><content type='html'>Today is our first day of school, and it was a blast. even though it was only for half a day, i had fun, because i saw my blockmates again. they were hilarious i can't stop laughing. my cheeks got sore at the end of the 'half' day. can't wait for tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now OFFICIALLY a sophomore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. ya see that counter on the left side? below that it says 'give shathree a hug' please?? it only takes one click? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered that from my lil sister, who had the same 'hug meh' on her status in messenger. she had that until now, and i just thought of it now to post it everywhere (lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lil sis... thanks... and give meh a hug too :) [by the way, i gave her 1 before. or 2, or 3, i really didn't count xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2206996248615962202?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2206996248615962202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2206996248615962202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2206996248615962202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2206996248615962202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/hug-me-on-my-first-day-d.html' title='hug me on my first day :D'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4299082779537120173</id><published>2009-06-02T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:00:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flight</title><content type='html'>my dad just left about nearly two hours ago for Korea. he was going there for a business trip. my mom asked me to accompany them when they will go to the airport, and i did. and yet. another trip had existed, and my dad has to go away. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he has a safe trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the topic, i just found my precious bear in the mouth of our cute doggie. haha.. bear, sorry for that :) you can't imagine what our dog looked like when i found him 'playing' with bear xD when i got bear from her, bear was wet all over haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately we've all been going to sleep as early as 9:30 pm, when before, we stay up as long as 6 in the morning, and sometimes not sleeping at all. haha. that was a major change of sleeping schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing much to blog about, just that, school for us is near, and i've gotten sick. i don't want to go to school all eewie gooie, you know what i mean, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, that's about it. oh, and before i forget, have you all heard of the jonas brothers sing at the night at the museum movie? it's a must-heard! you'll love the jonas brothers now, or all over again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4299082779537120173?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4299082779537120173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4299082779537120173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4299082779537120173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4299082779537120173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/flight.html' title='flight'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1822461940647647276</id><published>2009-05-29T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:05:18.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty nine :)</title><content type='html'>and may i just add... out of the topic, and for the record, i had the BEST time of my life TODAY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1822461940647647276?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1822461940647647276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1822461940647647276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1822461940647647276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1822461940647647276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/twenty-nine.html' title='twenty nine :)'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1314599647202336308</id><published>2009-05-29T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:42:34.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>immature.</title><content type='html'>on Twitter: i don't see why SOME people thinks really immature. didn't their parents taught them how to fight/defend PROPERLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Plurk: i don't see why SOME people thinks really immature. didn't their parents taught them how to fight/defend PROPERLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone replied:&lt;br /&gt;redzhank  &lt;br /&gt;You can't blame them. teach them instead. :-) learn to understand.&lt;br /&gt;shathreesays &lt;br /&gt;redzhank: tried to... but their replies are still immature... it just makes me soo... (annoyed) O.o&lt;br /&gt;redzhank  &lt;br /&gt;they will learn, in time. :-) Now, you just have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;shathreesays &lt;br /&gt;redzhank: (sigh) i really hope. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can guess, this is, still, about that "F4" thing. this is getting ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have read my previous post, well, someone replied. here's what she has to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;anung feeling mo ngaun na binaboy din nila ung HYD pic?? sabi mo nga, dat picture makes u so mad. ganon din feeling nmen nung makita ung pagbaboy sa poster ng BOF. and that makes us mad too. big time!! alam mo ung feeling db?? kya nga andito kme lhat ng BOF fans eh. aish&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't they understand what i'm trying to say?? i know they're mad, and i know they want to defend what they love, BUT, they are doing it the childish way [no offence but that is what i see]. it's like a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suntukan&lt;/span&gt; where both parties need to fight. there are times when you DON'T NEED TO FIGHT. it's not a sign of weakness, but a sign of being wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;lam ko galit kayo. talaga bang lahat kayo dinadaan nalang lahat ng laban sa revenge? kasi kung papatulan nyo lang mas lalong lalala yan, at ayan na nga malala na. oo maraming nagagalit. pero sana naman. parang away-bata na kasi eh. sorry kung nakakaoffend man yon, pero un ang nakikita ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nainis ako kasi bakit nyo RIN ginawa? nakakainis na nga ung ginawa nung blogger kelangan ba ganun din gawin niyo? give respect naman sa ibang fans ng hyd. sabi nyo nga gawin ang gusto mong gawin nila sayo. why not start here at manguna? di nyo ba naiintindihan? gagayahin nyo ba xa? gusto nyo rin bang maging XA? alam ko ayaw nyo rin, kasi maraming galit sa kanya. at diba, ayaw naman natin nang may kagalilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo binaboy na ung pic ng HYD. kuntento na ba kau?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i even think that my brother is ever more smarter than them [yes i made a redundancy on purpose]. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let me share you my brother's story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom noticed that my brother has minor bruises and some "pasa". my mom asked my brother, "Where did you get that? what happened to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother said, "my classmates were bullying me, and one even punched me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did you punched back?" my mom asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no" said my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why?" my mom asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cause if i punched back, they'll only punch me back, again, leaving me more bruises, and more hurt. and it'll go on and on and on." my brother said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's better to not fight back, because consequences are gonna be two times worse than what they did to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;not fighting back is NOT a sign of WEAKNESS. it is just a matter of protecting the most important thing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kumiko Yamaguchi&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1314599647202336308?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1314599647202336308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1314599647202336308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1314599647202336308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1314599647202336308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/immature.html' title='immature.'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6889614602847807761</id><published>2009-05-29T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:00:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty</title><content type='html'>time check: the time now is 1:30am and it is officially may 29 today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what will happen tommo-- i mean, later... :D i hope everything turns out, at least alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've been recently checking this blog, and everyday it's just keeps getting worse and worse because of the comments of the people. and there's no day that that blog doesn't have a new comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today when i checked what had happened to that blog, as usual, new comments are posted. but one post had me just burst into flames. a comment was posted with something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sh7LXzvXCxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uJMwHd9N8rM/s1600-h/453911852_1208164.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sh7LXzvXCxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uJMwHd9N8rM/s320/453911852_1208164.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340929817994267410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wanna go to that blog? go &lt;a href="http://gmakapusonetwork.multiply.com/journal/item/2626/Which_of_the_3_versions_of_Hana_Yori_Dango_will_you_choose"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is something else. i know the blogger also posted something like this but that doesn't mean that THEY (i meant the commenters) also need to post something like this, even though they say that this is supposed to be a revenge for the blogger. this is just plain bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige na maganda na ang BOF... pero mas gugustuhin ko naman na magpost nalang kayo ng BOF pics kesa sa mga ganitong pictures. alam kong wlang pro-HYD dito pero parang ginawa mo na rin ung ginawa nung nag-blog nito. kahit na sabihin mong revenge lang to, or sobrang galit ka, di kelangan na ganitohin mo ang pics ng kht na cno. besides, wlang nakikinabang sa mrami mong pics na pinost tungkol sa hyd since lahat dito pro-BOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYD lang kasi kaya ok lang na babuyin ung pics nila. well recognize something familiar with what you did?? please naman, oo marami kayong BOF fans dito pero di ibig sabihin na kelangan nyong gawin to, kahit na ginawa to ng nag-blog nito, di ibig sabihin na kelangan nyo ring gawin to. walang nagdedefend sa HYD pero di ibig sabihin na wala silang fans. di na sana ko makikialam dito pero this just makes me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa lahat. wala na yatang nakikinig dito, puro may sari-sariling mundo. pwede ba bago kayo magcomment basahin nyo muna ung comments ng iba. HINDI ITO PAGMAMAY-ARI NG GMA SO PLEASE NAMAN!! kung galit kayo at maraming maicocomment mas mabuti pang IBLOG NYO NALANG DIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry pero nakakainis talaga eh...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't really CARE if they say that BOF is the best F4 than taiwan and japan's F4 but people there sure has ISSUES! i'm not saying all these just cause i'm a HYD fan, but a person, and a commenter too. i respect the fact that they want to defend their point, and that BOF is sure is great. they keep telling the blogger that the pics she posted was "rude" and "disrespectful" but just posting this picture makes them one too. they keep telling the blogger that they were offended by the photos and to remove them, but they, themselves do these kinds of things. i don't really get people. sometimes children are really more wise than adults. and i think the blogger has more point [she explains her side by her replies] than the commenters because of how they are behaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was plurking and moymoypalaboy [yes the real him] plurked this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;guys bigyan nyo ko cheesy lines... salamats!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and comments just kept flooding in, so i decided to reply too xD&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i can't post it here cause it's too long!!! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'ma go to sleep na... need to wake up extra early tomorrow... :D&lt;br /&gt;nytnyt :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6889614602847807761?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6889614602847807761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6889614602847807761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6889614602847807761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6889614602847807761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/thirty.html' title='thirty'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/Sh7LXzvXCxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uJMwHd9N8rM/s72-c/453911852_1208164.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6051290813222587838</id><published>2009-05-26T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:23:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asianovelas</title><content type='html'>i really don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hindi to kasalanan ng gma, please. kaya wag nang sisihin ang gma. &lt;br /&gt;kung sa kapamilya na multiply to pinost?&lt;br /&gt;ok lang na magreklamo pero sa mga comments nyo prang kayo na rin si queenroxy&lt;br /&gt;tatanungin q nga kayo, LAHAT ba kayo nakapanood na ng TATLONG version? o BOF lang talaga pinanood nyo? &lt;br /&gt;maraming ayaw sa HYD, pero napanuod nyo na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay ate queenroxy, kung gagawa ka naman ng blog, wag na sana yung ganito, pati gma nadadamay. sabihin na natin na hindi naman ineexpect na maraming magreract, pero kahit na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiinis ako, hindi kasi 'nilait' niya ang BOF. naiinis ako kasi nilait na nga nya, pinapatulan nyo pa. &lt;br /&gt;pero kung hindi niyo pinatulan, lalabas na sang-ayon kayo kay queenroxy. oo alam ko yon.&lt;br /&gt;pero tingnan nyo naman ung mga pinopost niyo. pinalamon nyo na nga sa kanya, sinagad-sagad nyo pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung magrereact lang kayo ng ganyan, sana nung umpisa palang nireport abuse nyo na si queenroxy nang kagaya ng gusto niyong gawin. edi sana di na xa nakapag-post ng ganyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really get people. they accuse someone whose supposed to be not involved for the reason that a 'fan' made a blog and had been very offensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;@sha3sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napanood ko na lahat ng versions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang naman kami nag-rereact ng ganito KASI HINDI MAKATARUNGAN ANG PAMBABABOY NA GINAWA N'YA SA BOYS OVER FLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a fan replied to my comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;edi sana hindi na kayo nagcocoment. nireport nyo nalang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@sha3sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I've watched all the versions but di ko sila kinocomapre. As what I have said in my previous post. May different approach ang 3 versions pero ang essence ng story nandyan pa rin. Parehong maganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't help but to comment about it. May FREEDOM OF SPEECH din kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;@kaorishae uu naiintndhan kita :)&lt;br /&gt;@mariasrosalinareyes d naman sa nangaaway. pero tingnan mo, nakakailang comment ka na pero siya isa lang, at isang blog. hindi ba nabigay mo na ang point mo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at siguro naman naintindihan na nya gusto ninyong sabihin. hindi na nga xa nagrereply diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna check it out, go &lt;a href="http://gmakapusonetwork.multiply.com/journal/item/2626?mark_read=gmakapusonetwork:journal:2626&amp;replies_read=19&amp;goto=19#reply19"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the hong kong-philippines issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that being a critic is so hard. it has its advantage, and disadvantage. i can't really explain. it's just. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i must say you GO to that page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay salamat may nakaintindi na saken!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;guys calm down...this is not gma vs. abs-cbn..this blog ay pag aari ng isang kapuso....ang owner ng blog ang merong pananagutan d2!and not the station....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and para nman sa owner ng blog.....sana maisip mo na naccra and pangalang ng gma because of what ur doing....just stick sa mga sow ng gma if u want.d mo na kelangang i bash ang bof..why waste your time writing an article about somthing kung d mo nman gus2?&lt;br /&gt;peace na lng....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6051290813222587838?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6051290813222587838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6051290813222587838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6051290813222587838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6051290813222587838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/asianovelas.html' title='asianovelas'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-557777436331845314</id><published>2009-05-26T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:10:44.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new freakin' layout</title><content type='html'>yes! why didn't i thought of that before??!&lt;br /&gt;tsk...&lt;br /&gt;now i have this sexy layout!!&lt;br /&gt;wanna get one for your blog?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my new sexy layout from:&lt;br /&gt;http://btemplates.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogspottemplate.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-557777436331845314?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/557777436331845314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=557777436331845314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/557777436331845314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/557777436331845314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-freakin-layout.html' title='new freakin&apos; layout'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2599203339320651190</id><published>2009-05-25T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:43:01.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking chances</title><content type='html'>today i can say that i took a chance. it was because i could not take it anymore. my insides are boiling and burning, and at the same time, heavy, and sad, and angry. it got worse than i expected because i almost ALMOST told him why. i wanted him to wait for my letter, cause i don't wanna ruin everything. it's too risky to say what i want to say in messenger. i wanted it to be face to face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm not really sure, but i think i made him quite pissed. he didn't even say goodbye, or i love you, even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though i shouldn't have done it, i left him a message saying i was sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i'm really so confused, about i think, everything. i wanted to see him, but i got carried away a while ago. so i asked him to meet me this friday instead. it's 29 this friday, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad. i don't know why. maybe because i intended to argue with him when he didn't really knew what i was thinking. i should control more my temper, or else, i'd have to suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more to say, but i just can't put it in words. sorry. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#FF8000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="200" height="140" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/note_player.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/7cf1fa94-24c7-4d45-bc70-e3e2d323c185&amp;amp;theName=Celine Dion - Taking Chances&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF8000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/7cf1fa94-24c7-4d45-bc70-e3e2d323c185/Celine-Dion---Taking-Chances/?widget=flash_player_note"&gt;Celine Dion - Taki...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2599203339320651190?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2599203339320651190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2599203339320651190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2599203339320651190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2599203339320651190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-chances.html' title='taking chances'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1036373267409688664</id><published>2009-05-24T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:59:02.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog?</title><content type='html'>so i have not been keeping track of my time, and just now, i have learned that it's already 2 am! how bout that? it feels like it's still 1 pm or something. and cause my brother and sister are still up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school is near and enrollment is also near. can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i can't do this now, i can't really blog about... 'that' stuff, so i'm just gonna blog it next time, if i'm in my right mood. nyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. give my singsnap a little visit would ya? thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.singsnap.com/snap/watchandlisten/recordingsforuser/b01c4701&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1036373267409688664?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1036373267409688664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1036373267409688664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1036373267409688664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1036373267409688664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog.html' title='blog?'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8607098388067161011</id><published>2009-05-21T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:54:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing my heart out</title><content type='html'>so these couple of days i've been busy with the jpop contest, and finally, it's done! we were able to pass the song to the japanese embassy, but i have not yet posted the song :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been busy with recording. even though i'm still an amateur, i'm still  experimenting and learning stuff, and i gotta tell you, learning stuffs on your own is a little bit hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.singsnap.com&lt;br /&gt;just found out this site and this is the first site that i have found that lets you record a song, and you can also make duets and stuffs. here's a sample of what i did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="357" height="458"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/c2b5618d"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/c2b5618d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="357" height="458"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, i got my musix maker installed on my pc! yay! i'm back to making music! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, you may wanna check out my youtube, even though i've only uploaded three songs, i'm still working on it. and so far, here's my best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnRYQmaefCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnRYQmaefCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and also, [last one i promise], i've made a very crazy acapella version of Mika's Grace Kelly. check it out &lt;a href="http://sha3sha.multiply.com/music/item/88/Ive_gone_identity_MAAADDD_xD"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's all for now, gotta go sleep nah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8607098388067161011?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8607098388067161011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8607098388067161011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8607098388067161011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8607098388067161011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/sing-my-heart-out.html' title='sing my heart out'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-6696662362721837465</id><published>2009-05-19T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:22:04.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late</title><content type='html'>i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am again, blogging at 2 am. not so much of a good habit, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i've watched at least four different versions of lady gaga doing the piano versions of poker face and everytime she does it, it's different everytime, making it very entertaining everytime! now, i've learned to love the song, and her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we just arrived from bohol last last afternoon, and i gotta tell you, you gotta love it, especially the scuba diving! just like what my brother twitted, it's so sad how people can just throw their trashes in the ocean when it's so beautiful all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i think i'm the only one awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we, at last, will be recording our songs, so that we can pass it to the japan embassy (hope i'm right, don't really know the instructions xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and... i have not heard from him since before bohol,and it's like, there is no 'us' now. this sucks, all of it, the feeling, the.. all of it. i wish it would just, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'ma go to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-6696662362721837465?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6696662362721837465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=6696662362721837465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6696662362721837465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/6696662362721837465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/late.html' title='late'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2606061125669628590</id><published>2009-05-14T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:23:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>it's already finished, but i'm still crying like i'm a faucet left open. humahanga ako kay Aya Ikeuchi. even though she was afraid, even though she knows her body is slowly disfunctioning, she still kept her head up high. faced every day with all her might. she is motivated by what people gives her, help, their smiles, their presence, and even just their words. i hope the real Aya rests in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i love to cry? i love the feeling of my warm tears flowing out of my eyes, and running down my cheeks. i love it when my face is all so wet and red. i don't believe crying makes you weak. only those crocodile tears are weak. but sincere tears are not. those tears that comes out from our eyes are the sadness in our hearts that wants to get out from our insides. happy tears, however, are like, when you're too happy, you don't know what else to do but cry. to cry in pain is saying that it hurts, just like sadness. when we're sad, it hurts. but one thing that's the same in all of it, and that's telling people what we feel. and sometimes, it seems so relieving when we see others cry with us, of course, for a certain reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when i cry. it lets out the sadness within me that i can't get out. i like it because after i cry, i feel lighter, and happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2606061125669628590?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2606061125669628590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2606061125669628590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2606061125669628590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2606061125669628590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-902518406796775354</id><published>2009-05-13T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:08:06.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stream of consciousness</title><content type='html'>I’ve been really trying hard to make something up, like a story maybe. But in the end, I have failed. I have failed to let my thoughts out, and so I make another ‘stream of consciousness’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought: again, he wasn’t able to come, for an unknown reason, or maybe it was only I who doesn’t know. I don’t really know now what he’s thinking, and his plans. I can’t deal something like this. He says something like he’ll come, but he doesn’t. IT’S THE FIFTH TIME HE DID THAT. And I’m SO SICK of it, really. I just can’t tell him. I still don’t have the courage and enough angriness to tell him that, or even face the consequences. I don’t want him to be hurt, either. I just want everything to be clear, and easy. But who said life is easy. I just want everything to be… clear. And recently, I’m not even sure if my feelings for him are clear. Yes, now I can admit that, which my feelings for him are aren’t that clear anymore than before, and it’s because of this distance. Why can just people live happily ever after? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about what if I break up with him. Would I be happy cause I wouldn’t be waiting for something that deep inside I know that will not come? Or would I be depressed because I really love him and I want all the things to work out? I don’t really know. All I really know right now is either I’m missing him or my love for him is slowly degenerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought. Why does he not tell me? I mean, things, you know. Every time we talk in the net it’s always about this game. Well, for me if he were playing, I don’t want to talk to him. In fact, I would very much want to talk to him in person rather than in the net. But, another thing is, when we finally talk in person, things are not what I expect it to be. Things are quieter. And we talk about the same topic over and over again. He just talk about another topic when somebody else is with us, and I admit, it’s like I’m not really there cause I can’t relate to what they’re saying. Maybe to look at it in another way, I think we have ‘limited’ things to talk about. Maybe one is that we are now at a distance that things are now different than what they usually do. Two is that we don’t get to see each other every day, and even not once in a week. And I say, it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to people, I’m always the one who listens and sometimes even gives advices, or thoughts, or comments. When the table is turned, the answers I give to them seem to be ‘short’ and I’m like not in the mood to talk about it, unlike before. But deep inside, I just want people to see through me, ask a lot of questions, and even maybe comfort me a little. I just want somebody to listen, just like what I’m doing to them. These things just make me so sad, and it also makes me think that blogging is the only way that I can REALLY express myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought before that he was that “one”. The one whom I can tell about all my thoughts, and just listen, and even if he’d pretend he’d care, I don’t mind. But now it seems to be like he’s so far away that even pretending to be caring wasn’t possible anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’d think what if I was in another place? Born in another country, and lived another life. What would I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I still need to face this obstacle. All I need to do now is to figure out how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-902518406796775354?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/902518406796775354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=902518406796775354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/902518406796775354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/902518406796775354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/stream-of-consciousness.html' title='stream of consciousness'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7409713330204541561</id><published>2009-05-06T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:52:51.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ellen</title><content type='html'>so this night [or should i say morning], ellen had zac efron as a guest, and demi lovato is gonna sing later. i think this is an old episode. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zac just said he doesn't have facebook and twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Call me old fashion" -zac&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man he can spin a ball with his fingers O.o&lt;br /&gt;and he signed the ball..&lt;br /&gt;and ellen's gonna auction it on ebay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeat, this is an old episode, so don't blame me if the ball is not on ebay anymore xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they're now gonna play "last word"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh zac wins! xDD&lt;br /&gt;zac wins the second time!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellen: rolling stones&lt;br /&gt;zac: oh that was mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later demi's gonna sing... yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's commercial time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we wait for ellen to come back, why don't we talk about something else? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can't sleep anymore. i can't bear with this sleeping schedule anymore. i wanna sleep early, you know, while it's not yet morning. i don't wanna be up when all of them are asleep, and i don't wanna be asleep wen they're all awake. it's like i'm missing something here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... it's 2:31 am... right now in disney channel, wizards of waverly place is over, and it's hannah montana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ellen's back! :)&lt;br /&gt;and demi is performing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her song's kinda... nice...&lt;br /&gt;wait, i'm gona search it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's kinda improving for me, compared to camp rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the vid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vOxjpF1sHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vOxjpF1sHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ellen''s still up... they're talking about a dog... i feel pity for the dog, and at the same time happy cause its owner is very nice... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ellen's over... switch to hannah montana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the episode when she performs at the queen's palace... haha... &lt;br /&gt;oh, and i guess it's kinda near over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna switch to youtube now, and i'm gonna post this now, and continue chatting with my blockmate, while youtube-ing, and watching hannah montana, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, see ya! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7409713330204541561?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7409713330204541561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7409713330204541561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7409713330204541561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7409713330204541561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/ellen.html' title='ellen'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4775892658542514227</id><published>2009-05-05T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:00:38.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why wait?</title><content type='html'>[twitter] what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;-i am currently blogging while searching for another jpop song for the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[plurk]&lt;br /&gt;-shathree 'thinks' promises and making someone wait really sucks... just don't mind me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind can't seem to be quiet about this thing. why is it that we do crazy things for love? even if it is WAITING? all my life i have not yet reacted to waiting but because of circumstances, i am now pissed at waiting. i mean, why do you wait at something or someone that even though you think will come, does not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at it this way, someone says he'll be there, first strike, he wasn't. second strike, again. third, think you had enough? fourth, still waiting?? i really need to check my patience meter... is it still working? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been trying to wait and wait and give chances, but the truth is, i've had enough of all of this. i can't work with something like this. i really need to stand up and say what i want to say to people. i can't take this anymore, i'm sick and fed up with me feeling this way. i can't do this. i want this feeling to disappear, make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: oh my, i've found the perfect song for this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="130" height="180" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/guitar_test.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/b823c200-4117-4b64-9349-300f87468e2d&amp;amp;theName=MYMP - Waiting in Vain&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/b823c200-4117-4b64-9349-300f87468e2d/MYMP---Waiting-in-Vain/?widget=flash_player_guitar"&gt;MYMP - Waiting in ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4775892658542514227?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4775892658542514227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4775892658542514227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4775892658542514227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4775892658542514227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-wait.html' title='why wait?'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2046569733769530748</id><published>2009-05-04T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:44:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artpad</title><content type='html'>my sister shared me this "artpad" and i thought why not give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was lonely, the only thing in my mind that i wanted to paint was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and for the record, i gave 'him' an offline message. i sent him the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still lonely. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/?kj2wxs11wlrs"&gt;PLEASE CLICK HERE TO SEE MY ART THANK YOU :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2046569733769530748?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2046569733769530748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2046569733769530748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2046569733769530748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2046569733769530748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/artpad.html' title='artpad'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7224206855771037773</id><published>2009-05-03T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:36:09.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>template [and happy slip]</title><content type='html'>nooo... i can't do the template thingy!!! hhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm stuck in this layout. &lt;br /&gt;i wish blogger can have more layouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've also started a blog in wordpress. &lt;br /&gt;oh, have i said that already? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been blogging and blogging and blogging but really, there's no one who reads this! haha... but i've kept this all these years cause most of the things that i blogged then was memories. so, whether you like it or not, i'll keep this blog updated xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna share this happyslip video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvIk9T_xLKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvIk9T_xLKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7224206855771037773?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7224206855771037773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7224206855771037773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7224206855771037773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7224206855771037773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/template-and-happy-slip.html' title='template [and happy slip]'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8870887521866023131</id><published>2009-05-03T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:59:08.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another eh?</title><content type='html'>ok so i don't really know i'm blogging. AGAIN. i mean, this is my second time this day that i blogged about nothing, really. well, i think i wasn't being very outspoken about myself and i feel that nobody really wants to listen to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt; my stories are boring. it's either that, or i'm telling my stories in a boring way. so, what i do is i just sit, listen, and sometimes laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;two.&lt;/span&gt; i often react to points people say. like, if you like something, i'd often say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeah, but this one's what i like.&lt;/span&gt; you know. it's always like that. so, i do what i do best, zip my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'd be lucky, i'd agree with them, even if i don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;three. &lt;/span&gt;most of the time, i wanna talk to somebody because i wanna talk about something about myself, and often times it's about... love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so you will notice this'll get longer and longer. i can't help it. i NEED to talk to somebody. but because of my actions, or behaviors, i become 'not-very-outspoken'. i want to talk to somebody not because i wanna talk about myself, but because i wanna let go of this... weight that's at my back. and i think that's why i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, tonight, it's still not helping. maybe because i have not yet let out the things i wanna talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think, where can i really let it out..? i mean, if i have categories, where will i categorize it? i have made, i think, four blogs already, and till now i really don't know where shall i blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know if anyone i know reads this. but i think this blog [blogger] is where all hidden truths of mine are... hidden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm off to bed soon. i'm kinda liking this blog thingy. although, i need to figure out what will i blog about next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8870887521866023131?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8870887521866023131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8870887521866023131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8870887521866023131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8870887521866023131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-eh.html' title='another eh?'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-643616617600050756</id><published>2009-05-02T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:51:13.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>ok so i've been blogging since i can remember, but this is the only time that i wanted to have many blog sites, and i mean A LOT. and i don't even know what to put in that blogs. just wanted to have one. or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i've been thinking about customizing my blog page. so, for the meantime, this will be my NEW blog template. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new template SOON. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-643616617600050756?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/643616617600050756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=643616617600050756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/643616617600050756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/643616617600050756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7047015318932952833</id><published>2009-04-26T05:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T05:25:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five random things</title><content type='html'>because it is 5 in the morning, i would like to share 5 random things in my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bored? wanna do something really fun? or just wanna do something? well, you can go to this site: www.weffriddles.com and just answer the following riddles there. i'm currently on lvl 36, and the forum really helps alot. and this is so fun you should try it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. well, i've cleaned my room, now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it's 5am and i'm still not asleep. why? i don't know. maybe this is what i get when i open my laptop and get addicted once more. and yeah, my sister is still up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. he texted yesterday afternoon. but i didn't respond. i kinda have bitter feelings for him for not telling me that he can't come the day he told me he'd come. yeah, that sucks. i wanna make him feel what i feel right now. and i'm kinda confused about 'us' right now. i can't 'feel' him anymore. and it seems that i now have every intentions of cutting the rope between us. and that is very confusing for he still likes me, but i don't really know now if i still like him. i wanna do something, but he won't let me do it (he hasn't got a clue, however, that i wanna do something, neither the feelings now taht i got for him). so yeah, this sucks too, but right now, at this moment, even though we are still bounded by that rope, i feel that i am free and flying high. i can't feel him, neither the feelings i have for him before. even though i don't wanna admit it, it is the truth. i don't like it, but it's the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. feel quite down cause a person had made me feel like i'm very LOW right now. i'm feeling very cowardly for not making the step she made, and i know that i, too, wanted that opportunity, but i'm just not as brave as her. i want that. and i just realize that it's not her fault, it's mine. but still, when she took that step, it's like i was on the LOWEST level compared to her. i wanna have my own opportunity, but when that opportunity comes, i let it pass by. not really good. i'm gonna be more upset if she will be accepted, not because i hate her, but because i, too, believe that i can do that, but instead didn't took the risk cause i'm afraid of the consequences. i wanna have my own spotlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7047015318932952833?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7047015318932952833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7047015318932952833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7047015318932952833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7047015318932952833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-random-things.html' title='five random things'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7045839098681955242</id><published>2009-04-24T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:23:29.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a blog of a sloth</title><content type='html'>my mom just told me to clean my room... the billionth time. and i don't blame her for doing that, i mean, me too is just wanting to clean it. and while she's giving me the i'm-not-mad-at-you-i'm-just-mad-cause-your-room's-still-messy sermon and the-i'm-not-giving-you-a-sermon-but-i'm-just-telling-you-to-blah-blah-blah talk, i suddenly felt at the side of my left eye, a tear. now why would i cry when i can just take her words and absorb it and just go up to my room and do what she wants me to do. but nooo.. i cried, how stupid of me to do that. and i'm like slightly pissed at my sister for thinking that she's more mature to not to cry and do what i think i did instead of crying. i do not want to cry for the reason that that is not a reason for me to cry about. bbut why did i do that. too stupid to do that, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just hit me so hard, too hard that it just can't hold on much longer. and to take note that i'm still crying while blogging about this. i'm not mad at my mom, i'm mad at myself for not being that kind of daughter that would just do what she must do. i have responsibilities that i know i can do but won't. it sucks being really lazy on a summer vacation, that's why sometimes i would like to go out instead of just being here. but that would be running away, wouldn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it ended up with me going to my room and not really looking at my mom, or anyone. and that kind of feeling that you know that it's your fault but you're showing that it's hers really suck, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm too angry at myself i could just cry. cause i don't know what am i going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on the laziness issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, i don't really have an explanation for that. i'm just... lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i keep thinking of reasons why, like i want my thins to be messed up cause it makes me feel secured, like when they surround me, and i would just be, like, hugged. have you ever felt that feeling when your things are just like, arranged and organized, yeah it looks clean but for me, sometimes it gives my the creepy feeling, and i don't know why. and it looks spacious and i feel something might just grab me or something and i kinda don't like it. oh my, i think i have this fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the type who blurts out all what i'm thinking, but it's all inside me. why can't i just say it? i can't really. i can't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but another truth, i'm quite pissed at my room for being like this, messy and stuff. so why don't i just clean it? simple. i'm TOO LAZY TO DO IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just have magic and do it just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood is another issue for me. if i'm too lazy, then i won't do it. sometimes there's a time when i would be too not-lazy and i would just clean my room. yes, there is a day that i'm like that. but mostly, i'm jsut plain lazy. what will i do with my life if it's like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be like this, but my body says differently. why can't i do these simple things like cleaning my room, or washing the dishes, and vacuuming or sweeping the floor, but i can do stuff like coding and animation, and vectoring, and recording stuff, and... stuff... IT REALLY SUCKS YOU KNOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna eat right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7045839098681955242?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7045839098681955242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7045839098681955242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7045839098681955242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7045839098681955242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-of-sloth.html' title='a blog of a sloth'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-1141443942212614067</id><published>2009-04-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:18:52.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Something in a World of Fantasies</title><content type='html'>by the Little Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I live in the world of fantasies where everyone knows everyone, nobody hates somebody, and everybody lives happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Living in the world of fantasies is not easy, too. Sometimes you need to think of what else to think. What castles to build? What creatures to make? What species to develop? What happy endings? The most important is what would be your story. I was born in a world of fantasies and dreams come true, and I grew up with something in my mind that what seems to be an imaginary land of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was a little something, I had no wings. I have little legs that move, but I can’t seem to stand up. My mommy caterpillar didn’t give me wings, but she told me how to make a little house, just like a cocoon for butterflies. At first I didn’t know what’s it for, but when I started staying there for some time, I realized that this was going to help me stand. But I was wrong, it didn’t make me stand, but more greatly, it gave me two of the most beautiful wings I had ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I capture every creature that I see, I see their beauty, their ugliness, their personality. Colors were everywhere, making it look more lively and joyful. As I travel all over my fantasy world, I had the urge, and the ‘want’ to keep the images that my eyes capture every second of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now that I see what a wonderful world it is, I want to share this all to the world, so that they may also know that deep inside them is a fantasy world waiting to be imagined, to be visited, to be made. There are no limitations to imaginations. This is where all our tour de force came from, our works of art. Somewhere inside us lies a dream world that’s never been found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a little out of control making my artists' statement for a requirement in aesthetics class. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-1141443942212614067?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1141443942212614067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=1141443942212614067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1141443942212614067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/1141443942212614067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-in-world-of-fantasies.html' title='A Something in a World of Fantasies'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-5171175648431326410</id><published>2009-03-24T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:35:17.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody for someone</title><content type='html'>so there's always that somebody for someone. it may be the baker across the street, the man you just bumped into just this morning, or someone whom you already knew but didn't realize that he holds a special place in your heart. i believe there's a someone for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how do you know he's that someone? how will you know that he's the man that you must be with for the rest of your life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been selfishly blogging about my life even though nobody really reads my blogs. anyways, this is only my way of lessening my sadness and burdens inside me. i don't know who else will i share this but blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him fron the bottom of my heart. i want him by my side. i want him here. i miss him so muc. i miss him so much i could say it endlessly. it would be nice if he would always be here, if he would always have the chance to see me, and we'll just... hang...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like him to sing to me. he doesn't want to sing but many of my friends who were his first classmates told me he has a great voice. but unfortunately, when we met, he stopped singing. i remembered something he told me, that he would only sing to the person he would want to be for the rest of his life. it would be nice if i was that girl, but even if i wasn't, i just want to hear his voice. for me, it's like my lullaby. i want him to sing so badly. i know the feeling that when somebody sings for me it's like they surround me with their love. i want him to do that, but he doesn't want to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always been my dream to have a duet with someone. that would be nice. and it would be better if that someone was him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-5171175648431326410?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5171175648431326410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=5171175648431326410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5171175648431326410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/5171175648431326410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/03/somebody-for-someone.html' title='somebody for someone'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-7905229815138151841</id><published>2009-02-06T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:09:26.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets...</title><content type='html'>i just had to blog this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam kung anong problema saken, gusto kong mag-stand out, pero ayokong my nakakapansin saken...&lt;br /&gt;gusto kong my makapansin sa kin, pero nahihiya akong mapansin nila ko...&lt;br /&gt;ayokong nakikita nila ko, pero gusto ko nakikita nila ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang... ang gusto ko lang naman sabihin dito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko sumali sa APC IDOL...&lt;br /&gt;kaso kinakabahan ako...&lt;br /&gt;alam ko ndi naiiwasan na ma-reject sa mga auditions... pero sabi nga nila, try and try &lt;br /&gt;until you.. die? hehehe joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro sometimes i just can't take the rejection.. kya minsan&lt;br /&gt;iniicp ko nalang na wag na or next tym nlang...&lt;br /&gt;kya qng kelan tapos na saka ako magreregret...&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na ring magreret...&lt;br /&gt;marami na rin akong nireregret sa buhay ko...&lt;br /&gt;at lalo na to, ayoko tong iregret kasi ito ang aking tunay na passion... singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiicp ko rin kklase ko... angaudition xa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang naiinsecure ako, pero ayoko naman kc nga lam ko na magkaiba lahat ng tao...&lt;br /&gt;i want to reach my goal... gusto kong ma-feel na just for once, magaling ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangarap ko yan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at gusto ko pag humarap ako sa maraming tao&lt;br /&gt;makikita nila ung ako na gusto kong ipakita...&lt;br /&gt;ung palaging nakasmile... ung masayahin... ung appreciative...&lt;br /&gt;sa pamamagitan lang ng pagkanta ko&lt;br /&gt;kahit di ko cla kilala &lt;br /&gt;gusto ko mafeel nila na ganun akong tao....&lt;br /&gt;kahit malabo man na ganon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko na pag pinalagpas ko pa 2 ireregret ko na to habambuhay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-7905229815138151841?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7905229815138151841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=7905229815138151841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7905229815138151841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/7905229815138151841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/regrets.html' title='regrets...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-3190147132261855825</id><published>2009-02-05T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:00:59.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU... :)</title><content type='html'>maraming maraming maraming salamat sa LAHAT ng mga bumati at nakaalala (pati na xmpre ung mga nakaalala on the spot xD) ng birthday ko... hehehe... pinaligaya nyo ko hahaha.... kau ngpaligaya ng araw ko... ^_____^ hehehehehhe! sobrang saya ko ngaun, kasi kakaiba ung birthday ko hahahahahhaa! xDD ndi na gala lang hahaha... andaming surprises... kaya salamat sa lahat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okei haha.... una...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa aking natatanging mga ka-birthday....&lt;br /&gt;cna:&lt;br /&gt;AYEN (oi haha... mgpablowout ka naman jan sa baguio haha! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ^___^ at salamat sa pagbati!!! ngaun lang tau nagbday na ndi magkasama!!! xD)&lt;br /&gt;at si&lt;br /&gt;ELISA VILLAR (elisa HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! hehehee! ndi pa kta nkakalimutan hehehehhee! ^___^)&lt;br /&gt;at si&lt;br /&gt;LARSEN (hahahaha! sv m ngaun bday mo eee xDD HAPPY BDAY NA RIN XDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next mga susunod na mga bdayss...:&lt;br /&gt;feb5:&lt;br /&gt;ANN  (ann happy bday feb 5 na hahaha!) salamat sa pagpapatawa mo saken knina hahahaha at saming lahat hahahahhahaa... happy birthday sayo! ^______________^&lt;br /&gt;AARON (HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON!! umuwi kna dito sa taguig!! mrami nang taong namimis ka xD) haha... sana mkapunta ka rin sa friday... heheheehhee! salamat sa bati, nakitxt kpa heheheheehhee! ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;feb6:&lt;br /&gt;MARIEL (happy bday mabel!!! mwaaahhh!! xD) thank you sa bati!!! tagal na natin ndi ngchichikahan pro alala mo pa rin ako xDDD miss ko na mga GERALD SANTOS stories m xDD&lt;br /&gt;LLOYD (oi lloyd!! sa friday hahhh!!! prang ung dati... sana mrami nang pmunta pra prang reunion na rin... xcyted na meeeee xDDD text mo c bon2 xDDD) sa friday ha!!! salamat sa bati, at advance happy birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;feb14:&lt;br /&gt;HAYMA happy birthday at happy valentines! sana magtagal kau ng bf mo heheheheheehhee! ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;feb18:&lt;br /&gt;ANNIE kahit d xa ngmumultiply... happy birthday!!! (pinsan ko) lady kna!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga pasasalamatan ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my college friends...&lt;br /&gt;*TRYXZY salamat sa malasurpresa mong CAKE! akala ko nung pagdating mo kelangan ng FOOD TO SHARE kanina hahahahha... nasurprise mo tlga ko dun xDDD my candle pa xDDD SALAMAT!!!! mwaaaahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;*CAMZ hahaha muntik na namin maubos ung cake! buti nlng dumating ka BAGO namin kainin xDDDD hahaha salamat camz!!!&lt;br /&gt;*PIERZ hahaha salamat sa mga tawa mo kanina, at sa lahat2... hahaha... praning ka tlga xDDDD thank u thank u!! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;*NIKKI twin!!!! salamat sa lahat2!!! kau ni pierz unang unang bumati saken nung pagdating ko sa skul hahahahhahaa!! wag maxadong papaistress at olweiz be happy! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;*MELIZA salamat sa ICE CREAM!!! xDD sa susunod itetext na kita hahahaha! kahit globe ka at smart ako xDDD thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*EMMAN hhahahahhaha!!! anlupet ng gift mo hahaha... thank you talaga hahaha... xnxa na kung ngpgwa aq sau ng gnun, kc kaw lng nmn mkakagawa ng gnung pic eh hahaha... master ka kc... SALAMAT!!!! sana nabusog rn kta prang nung bday mo nabusog ako xDDD&lt;br /&gt;*TATY ang kulit mo knina xDDD thank you sa lahat2 hahahaa... keep going strong bagay kau ni kuya! ^______________________^&lt;br /&gt;*CHINX thank you hahhh!! ^__________^ thank u kc kinantahan mo q knina hehehehehe! chka ni-light mo lit ung mga kandila hahahaha... natuwa tlga q sau knina.. THANK YOU hehehehehee!!! ^_____________________^&lt;br /&gt;*VITZ haha...salamat sa maagang pagbati hahaha (ung sa chapel hehehehe!) chka sa pagkanta rin saken hahaha... saya tlga q nandun kau ni chinx knna... THANK YOU!!! ^____________^&lt;br /&gt;*GERDZ, MARC, DON salamat sa pagbati^^ hahahaha ndi q maalala qn binati ba ko ni don o ndi, pro hahahahhaha okei na yan xDDD&lt;br /&gt;*IRISH salamat rin sa bati!!! ang kulit mo talaga!!! xD *apir!&lt;br /&gt;*ZERAH thank you din!!! haha... salamat kc nanuod ka sa audi knina hahahahhaa.... at kaw lng ata ung nkita qng 84 nun eh... d q kc lam qng san cla nkaupo... at salamat sa pagbati!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;*PETER, ACE manlibre kau!! aahahahhahaha!! panalo ehh... peter salamat sa pagbati xDD c ace kc d ata lam na bday q xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;*ANDREN salamat sa bati! awww naman ohhh, sana matagal pa ung pagtreat mo ng lunch -_-&lt;br /&gt;*LLOYD hahahhaa salamat kc kumain ka knina akala ko ndi ka kakain eh xDDDDDD buti nmn gmaling kna hahhaahha... ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;*KRYSTLE salamat sa bati!!! ahaha... ang cute mo knina long hair!!! ^__________^ chka wla ka pang salamin knina :)&lt;br /&gt;*ATE ABBY thank you rin hehehehehehe!!! nkita rn kta sa audi knina xDDD&lt;br /&gt;*ELAIZA salamat rin!!! hehehehee!! thank you rin kc nkakausap na kita hahaha... xnxa na ah, dati kc ndi kita mkausap... hehehehe!!! sana, makausap pa lit kita... hahahaahaha!! salamaaaaaat sa pagbati!! at alam m pa bday q,d q nmn cnv sau ahehehehe xDDD (multiply pla ang dahilan xDDD) thank youuuuuu :)&lt;br /&gt;*SIR CARL HOTLEY salamat sa bati xDD ay... thank you!!! haha... you didn't came hahahaha, so no treat for you!!! xD hehehehehe!! joke... thank you sir for everything hehehehehee!!! i posted your pics in my photoalbum here in multiply (in case mabasa ni sir to hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga BATCH 1 nung cosplay hahaha... qng nasan man kau, add nio naman aq... -_- di ko nakuha mga multiply at friendster nyo ehhh heheeehhehe!!! c kuya julz, kuya nkalimutan q multiply m T___T, ky kuya kakashi d q rin nakuha multiply m hehehe, salamat kc knakausap mo q knina ahahahhaa... kla q wla aqng friend eh... chka ky ate caradcaptor sakura! ang cute mo ate ^___^... ky ate jericho hehhehehee! at ky kuya....get backers xDDD si kuyang nka-tux... at si ateng taga-lasalle (so rude,ate xenxa na nkalimutan q name mu ehhh.... sana magkita pa lit tau)... at sa iba pang batch 1... nice meeting you, ang saya nio kasama ^____________________________________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga TAGSCI friends ko...&lt;br /&gt;*RUT hahaha salamatt sa 12am na bati!!! hahaha... nauna nga nang c tryxzy hehehehe. xDD wag ka mgalala mlau man tau, malapit parin hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;*XTIAN (qng mbabasa mo man 2 xD) THANK YOU sau kahit sa txt lng kita nkausap... pode kc ndi kta mainig pag tntwgan kta... sori rin kc isa lang gamit qng cp, kya ndi q nakuha lahat ng msg m... salamat thank you ehehehehehe!! binuo mo rin araw q kht papano hehehehehe!! (ily)^^&lt;br /&gt;*BON2 sau nakasalalay ang lahat! haha... salamat sa maagang pagbati!!!! hehehehehehehee!!! pode mo nmn tm kna eh... dpat smart k nlng ulit, nbabawasan lod q xDDD hehehe joke lang...&lt;br /&gt;*REGIE thank you sa bati at sa hug hahahahahha... nkakamis kna hhehehehehhehehehehe!!! tuwa tlga q nakita kita nung monday.... ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA ARC thank you rin hahaha.... at belated happy birthday!! ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;*FREDERICK salamat sa bati...! haha... ndi pa ko 27... saka na ko manlilibre pag nagkita lit tau xD&lt;br /&gt;*KRISTINE VILLAPANDO MARAMING MARAMING SALAMAT kala ko nkalimutan mo na q ehhhhh hehehehehehehe!!! gulat tlga ko nagtxt ka... salamaaaaattttt!!! ^_________________^&lt;br /&gt;*RUBY LYN SAYLO salamat sa txt hahahahahahaa... at sa bati.... nkakamis nang tumugtog!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;*CARMEL salamat rinnn!!! hahahahaa... sayang ndi ka nkasali sa cosplay.... hehehehehehe!!! sa friday ha!!&lt;br /&gt;*ERIK SALAMAT RINNNN!!!! kla q nkalimutan mo na rin ako hahahaha... salamaaaaaat ^___________________________^ kamiz kna rin hhehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;*RONA hahahaha!!! salamat sa libre mo nung nakaraan!!! sana maulit hahahaha xDD thank you sa bati!!! hahaahha...&lt;br /&gt;*ATE CARIZ salamat rin sa bati!!!! -_- ndi na kita nachichika.... muzta kna???? yngatz lge!! :)&lt;br /&gt;*HANNA adik ka tlga xDD san kna mgaaral???? salamat sa bati at sa mga kwento mo hahahahahahahha!!! xnxa na ngaun lnag kita nareplyan heheheheheehe!&lt;br /&gt;*FATIMA salamat rin sa txt!!! haha at sa walang sawa at pagttyaga mong daanan aq ng GM mo kahit d q narerepllyan.... SALAMAAAAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;*EDGAR salamat rin sa bati! xnxa kn a hehehehee!&lt;br /&gt;*JUGA thank you rinnn hahahahhaa!!! sa mga comment m sa fs q xD&lt;br /&gt;*DARYL anu ba??? xDDD SALAMAT HAAAAA.... wla nang linggo ahahaha.. pmunta ka nlng sa friday kina lloyd un nalang celeb hahahahaha.... :)&lt;br /&gt;*BEA thank you sa bati.. at sa pagaccept sa multiply hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*MAZZEL salamat rin sa pagbati at pagcommet sa fs xDDD&lt;br /&gt;*GERALD salamat rin sa bati!! ndi kita mareeplyan sa txt m sa ym sa cp kc ng mama ko kaw ngttxt!!! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;*POL JOHN salamat sa bati!! at sa pagpayag mong paggamit ni xtian ng cp m xDDD hehehehehehehE!&lt;br /&gt;*TAJO, ULY, and MAKI salamat sa bati!!! aheheheheheheehehhee!! ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kina...&lt;br /&gt;*CLAYCEL THANK YOU SA BATI!!! miss na kita di na tau nagkikita!!!!!! heheheehehe! ^_____________________^&lt;br /&gt;*GAZELLE thank you rin sa bati!! ^_____________^&lt;br /&gt;*ALELIE kakamiz kna... lapit na rin bday mo!!! hehehehehe! kaso, kelan ka ba ngcecelebrate??? hehehehehe!!! salamat sa maaga mong pagbati at HAPPY ADVANCE BIRTHDAY sau!! ^________________^&lt;br /&gt;*KAY thank you din sa bati!!!! eheheehheehhee! miss ko na rin kakulitan mu xD&lt;br /&gt;*GILLIAN thank you rin^^&lt;br /&gt;*KC thank you rin sa bati!!! hehehehehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;*ATE FRITZ thank you rin sa bati at sa comment sa FS xD&lt;br /&gt;*EULISA ty sa maagang pagbati xD&lt;br /&gt;*NEB sau rin... hahaahha salamat^^&lt;br /&gt;*ky KUYA DARK DESTINY (ndi ko pa xa kilala eh tinatanung q pa) salamat rin sa bati! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa aking FAMILY...&lt;br /&gt;mama y papa&lt;br /&gt;iya and rb&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you sa lahat!!!&lt;br /&gt;qng my nkalimutan man ako... eto para sainyo...&lt;br /&gt;MARAMIIIIIING SALAMAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!! 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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-3190147132261855825?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3190147132261855825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=3190147132261855825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3190147132261855825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3190147132261855825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU... :)'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-3142895619593684229</id><published>2009-01-20T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:58:56.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>niyakag ako ni mama "magpaganda"... ala kasi si papa ngaun, sa sat pa xa uuwi... kaso my project kami eh, sa approj, at lahat ng spare time ko naoccupied na... sa next2 week na kasi ung project naming yon at unti unti na kaming natataranta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndi ko mapigilang maguilty kc naman ndi aq mkapagQT kay mama, although miss q na rin un... i just feel bad... that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sayang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagguilty aq....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haayy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-3142895619593684229?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3142895619593684229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=3142895619593684229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3142895619593684229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/3142895619593684229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-4505709589071756537</id><published>2009-01-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:29:45.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my ds...</title><content type='html'>oh yeah.... after hours of boredom, i managed to connect in the cafeteria's net connection. USING MY DS... how cool is that???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm using my ds now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i'm waitingfor my mom... she's gonna pick me up for about... 10 minutes... and yeah, because classes were over early, i had to wait for her till 4:30... and to think classes are over when it was just 1:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i've been waiting for her for how many hours now, 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how stupic of me to use my ds to connecr to the net just now... it's Mario's fault, he's too much fun to play with xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, did i mention i was waiting or  her alone? yeah super thanks to my ds for  keeping me company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool can't get over it xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-4505709589071756537?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4505709589071756537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=4505709589071756537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4505709589071756537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/4505709589071756537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-my-ds.html' title='on my ds...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-374433668273981340</id><published>2009-01-10T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:21:43.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for my rocket to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and suddenly he takes the pain all away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna have this blogged.&lt;br /&gt;he was here this afternoon. i never thought i would act like that with him. the truth is, i never really thought of how would i act if we were to spend a day just us, cause everytime we see each other, we would always have someone like our friends. but this afternoon, it was just us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice, really. i wanted a day like that everyday. it's like i've got back to being a little kid. i felt that i was a little sister to him. i've asked him to play with me. isn't that a little weird? but it was the sake of us having something to do. i'm not the kind of girl that when i'm with my "special guy" we would cuddle up and hug each other everytime, and kiss everytime, no. i just want him there, i just want hom to love me, and i want to have fun and enjoy my day with him (well, "my day" would be kinda short, maybe fre-ever? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun today. we played Mario, which we were fighting who will make to the flagpole first. well, he cheated since i made it through the save point, and he had to continue it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we played some basketball. well, i kinda stink at it not like him, which he's more good at. it's nice shooting hoops with him. and eventhough it's kinda unfair that he lets me through whenever he makes his defence, i think it's kinda... sweet... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm... next was... we played with stuffed toys... what?? haha... we are soooo babies! xD we have this little bear that he gave me 2 years ago for a christmas gift, and we treat her as our... child.. haha... it's kinda like you have a pet. we bathe her, pretend that she eats, we talk to her, and we tuck her in at night. we even bring her to where we are going. and there is this little koala bear which was a puppet. my granma gave it to my little sister sometime ago and i thought it was kinda funny when i do things to it like pick his nose, or dance, something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was we played speed stacker. i taught him how to speed stack, but he's still... stinks haha... but with a little practice i think he can beat me with that! xDD but i won't let him do that, will i? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i taught him how to jump rope. i was laughing at him cause he didn't knew how to jump rope! he looked silly playing jump rope! xDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i took a rest. i laid on our swing which was for i think, 3 to 4 people. i didn't let him sit hahaha... but instead he sat at the floor. and we talked. about many things. and we laughed. we talked about why girls cut their hairs when they are depressed haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-color:#112233;"&gt;then he kissed me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would never feel.. that... again... i mean, it was a long time since he did that... and i missed it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very very happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked him if he wants to play wii... (again with the playing)&lt;br /&gt;since he was competitive and he didn't want anyone beat him (well, he says that he won't let anyone beat him, even me, but he still let me beat him :) well... or so i think hahaha... but he still beat me sometime... ok so most of the time! xD) he agreed to play. we played super smash brothers brawl!!! yeah cool game!! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we lost track of the scores... haha... we didn't knew who was the winner haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then before we knew it, it was already 7pm and he needed to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-color:#112233;"&gt;before he left, he gave me another kiss :) &lt;br /&gt;(i had to grab him on his shirt and pull him closer so he could kiss me! he wanted me to kiss him but i wanted him to kiss me! haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the rest was now... &lt;br /&gt;so... i need to go to sleep now, i have classes tomorrow haha..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even sleeping yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and so, the rocket flew with flying colors, soon to be back, and left me here at his rainbow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-374433668273981340?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/374433668273981340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=374433668273981340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/374433668273981340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/374433668273981340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-my-rocket-to-come.html' title='waiting for my rocket to come...'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-8071548490548470558</id><published>2009-01-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:07:28.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just random thoughts at night</title><content type='html'>i can't sleep. for hours i have been thinking about him and only him. dunno why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been how many days already since i saw him. i hadn't heard from him since before new year, and do you know how much that hurts me? i know I'm used to him not having that frequent communication but i still got to admit, it still hurts. you know that feeling of not seeing or just not even talking to him for more that a week, or nearly a month. and to think that he's your boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah he is. i sometimes think that he's not doing any part in this relationship, why? well, there are many reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 1:. he doesn't have a cellphone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why don't you buy a cellphone? it's so hard to reach you, i can't even talk to you on the land line cause even that you don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;him: now is not the right time for me to buy one... yet... don't worry, i'll get me a cellphone some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i respect that. i mean, he's not into having one, anyways. he even sometimes forgets where he put MY cellphone when he just put it in his pocket. hes just not used to having one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this other thought comes into my mind: the advantages and disadvantages of cellphones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advantage: you get to talk to him. you get to text him whenever you need him, you get to talk to him when you're sad, even if he's away. he can be so near when really, he's so far. you can look at his pictures, and you can watch your memories together by videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, the disadvanntage:&lt;br /&gt;yeah... notice that many relationships fail because of cellphones? you found out that your guy cheats on you cause you read a message in his inbox that says "hi hon, meet ya l8er". he took pictures of other women. even has sex scandals (now that's just pure bad). misunderstandings in text... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he say: can't go wd u 2day, i hav a meeting l8er&lt;br /&gt;you say: ok&lt;br /&gt;he say: what ok?&lt;br /&gt;you say: ok... go on wd ur meeting&lt;br /&gt;he say: r u mad?&lt;br /&gt;you say: no&lt;br /&gt;he say: i know ur mad&lt;br /&gt;you say: i'm not mad, so stop saying i'm mad already!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 2: he can survive a day, or a week, or even a month not talking to me (doesn't mean that you're mad at each other, but you're having difficulty reaching each other...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't have a cellphone, remember? and a telephone neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SURE STINKS! yeah... but two years of relationship can somehow get you to being used to it. but you still got to admit, it still hurts. i don't know how can he survive that long. and i dunno either how i survived this kind of relationship. i just thank God that that period of time don't last for years. we talk on YMs but it's not the same. missing his hugs and kisses just hurts. missing his voice, his jokes, the way he tease me, the way he gets jealous, the way he does everything. i mean, i'm longing for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... it's just unfair to him that i think of him as not doing his part in this relationship, i mean, he still YM me... and everytime we meet, he's doing the best he can to make me happy. i'm an appreciative person and i appreciate everything he do to make me happy. but there's just something in me that's longing for him, needs him. i love him, and he tells me he love me. then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... having a lot of thoughts... i DO love him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-8071548490548470558?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8071548490548470558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=8071548490548470558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8071548490548470558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/8071548490548470558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-random-thoughts-at-night.html' title='just random thoughts at night'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-9044197039914038916</id><published>2009-01-07T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:31:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo9 post</title><content type='html'>ok so this is the only blog that i wasn't updating... &lt;br /&gt;if this wasn't then what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my friendster blog... ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://zetta_bytes.blogs.friendster.com"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my multiply... ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://sha3sha.multiply.com"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my deviant account is pretty much updated too... although artworks are usually updated, not posts... ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://sha3sha.deviantart.com"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i thought about making another blog like my &lt;a href="http://worldwar-sha3style.blogspot.com/"&gt;[world war]&lt;/a&gt; stories... only it contains bedtime stories... but not just any bedtime stories... it's about a girl with so many random thoughts... and most of them (well, all of them actually) is about love and romance... her stories mostly ends in happy endings, but there are also some that does not. her thoughts comes from her pillow, which she imagines as her "prince charming"... yeah she does have a weird imagination, does she? but, i know most of us teenage girls dream of our crushes and/or our boyfriends and sometimes even imagining our pillows as them. yeah come on admit it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her stories are all fictional and only made by her imagination. but imagination has no limits right? so there's no stopping her as to what stories will she come up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna visit? it's still under construction, but, you're more than welcome to visit! ^_^ ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://pillowstories.blogspot.com"&gt;[pillowstories]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-9044197039914038916?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/9044197039914038916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=9044197039914038916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/9044197039914038916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/9044197039914038916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2009/01/2oo9-post.html' title='2oo9 post'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-451192766283185024</id><published>2008-07-11T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:06:21.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wee hahaha....</title><content type='html'>waaahhh ngayon lng ulit aq ngupdate nito ah... my ngbabasa kaya?? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college na ko weee!!! sana makasurvive ako, ang hirap ng MAnpRIn, puro memorization... ang hina ko pa naman don.... college algebra ang dali hahahaha saya saya...&lt;br /&gt;kaso... hiwahiwalay na kami... kung sansan na kami nagkalat pero marami sa PUPT chka sa Sta. meSa.... haaayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero every wed nggwa pa naming magkita hehhee.... kelangan un...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ng drawing sa skul... pero midterm namin nako nakakakaba.... don't ask... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napadaan lng... ang sket ng ulo q ngaun, nalipasan kc ng gutom eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d2 nlng muna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-451192766283185024?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/451192766283185024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=451192766283185024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/451192766283185024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/451192766283185024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2008/07/wee-hahaha.html' title='wee hahaha....'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-2262874107014993969</id><published>2007-11-16T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:13:58.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anu ba y0n?</title><content type='html'>share q lng ala aq masharean eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaayyy nu b yan... pasaway tlga... hehe... nkatikim 2loy ng sermon... d gling ky sir... kundi sken hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kc knina... lht n ata ng kpswyan ngaun nya gnwa... kya un... una nung filipino... ndamay nga q eh ndi nmn dpat aq dun ksali... haha! yaan mu na... kc mas malinaw pa raw sa tubig ung grades nya sa class record ni mam... blangko daw tlga... d ngppsa ng assign, IO... ung mga gnun... aun sv sken pgsvhan q daw! eh kht aq nga ndi q un mpagsvhan eh kelangan pang paluin hahaha! hampas pla... aun... tpus kninang CAT nmn ngcutting... aun nklagpas, pro sken ndi... aun, sv p nya ndi nga raw xa ntakot kay sir, sken nmn xa ntakot... d q tlga mlilimutan un hahahaha! ntwa q eh... sv p nung isa prang un lng ung gnawa nla... kla nya ata nglt aq dlh lng dun.... eh knina p ung flipino eh... aun.. haaayyy... knkbhan aq pg cnsv ng mga tch ung worn na 'graduating'... haayyy.... "graduating na kayo..." "mlapit na kau mggraduate..." "umaus na kau kc onting buwan nlng graduate na kayo..." nu b yan!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun... bday nya bukas... happy birthday sau!!! luv u! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, that's why it's called "A Present...""&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5797902286514269621-2262874107014993969?l=mysticalelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2262874107014993969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5797902286514269621&amp;postID=2262874107014993969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2262874107014993969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5797902286514269621/posts/default/2262874107014993969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticalelf.blogspot.com/2007/11/anu-ba-y0n.html' title='anu ba y0n?'/><author><name>shathree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16488924081305872132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efrNNhPSW0E/SrehTitvu9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xuqq5-uT3jM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797902286514269621.post-195917637349931507</id><published>2007-10-22T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:38:41.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hEaL mE, i'M tUrNiNg eMo...</title><content type='html'>help!! i'm getting very very "EMO" these days... i don't know why... but i think one reason is because of him... is this bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning t think that this is not a very good idea at all... i mean, being with him... omg am i really typing this? because, i DO luv him but why can i say things like this? i DO!!! and i'm not about to take it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened... and so many things in my head... i don't know what to think anymore... don't know what or who to believe... i can't understand him... i'm trying to... but why does he keep hiding what he really thinks... right now i'm beginning to think that he doesn't trust me at all.. because of that, i'm beginning to think that i don't trust him anymore... i don't know if he still means what he says... all of those things... keeps coming back to me... but only three words changes all of that... if he only means what he says... does he? i don't know... does he really mean it? i think that's the only question in my mind that's left unanswered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of this confusions in my head, and in my heart... i'm becoming what they say, EMOtional... it's taking over me... even if i don't want to.. but... it feels good... feels good to express something you never imagined you'll express... things you can't say to anybody... it portrays something that only you can understand.. does this have sense? i don't know and i don't care, as long as i take this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of this, i had made some notes on my cellphone... these were those notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'M bRoKeN iNtO 2: 1 sAyS tHaT I wAnT tO bE wItH yOu, 1 sAyS YOU cAn'T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh oUr LoVe sToRy wAs a FaIrY tALe, sO tHaT wHaTeVeR hApPeNs, iN tHe eNd, wE wOuLd sTiLL LiVe hApPiLy eVeR aFtEr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wIsH i WaS a MiRrOr,&lt;br /&gt;sO I cAn sEe yOu eVeRyDaY...&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh I wAs yOuR qUiLt,&lt;br /&gt;sO I cAn hUg yOu wHeNeVeR yOu'rE cOLd...&lt;br /&gt;I wIsH i WaS yOuR hAnKiE,&lt;br /&gt;sO i cAn wIpE yOuR tEars aWaY...&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh I wAs a RaDiO,&lt;br /&gt;sO i cAn sInG yOu tO sLeEp...&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh i WaS a Tv,&lt;br /&gt;sO i cAn sHoW yOu tHe wOrLd wItHoUt LeAvInG yOuR sEaT...&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh i WaS yOuR pILLoW,&lt;br /&gt;sO i cAn feEL yOuR aRmS aRoUnD mE...&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh i WaS a RaInBoW,&lt;br /&gt;sO i CaN pAiNt yOuR LiFe cOLoRfUL...&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh i wAs tHe mOoN,&lt;br /&gt;sO i cAn wAtCh yOu fRoM aBoVe...&lt;br /&gt;i WiSh i wAs wItH yOu,&lt;br /&gt;sO i cAn sHoW yOu tHaT I cAn bE aLL oF tHiS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FeEL yOu, i HeAr yOu, i SeE yOu,&lt;br /&gt;bUt yOu'Re nOt hErE aRe yOu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yOu'Re hUgGiNg mE,&lt;br /&gt;bUt wHy dO I sTiLL fEeL aLoNe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'M YeLLiNg aT tHe tOp oF mY LuNgS jUsT fOr yOu tO hEaR mE sAy tHaT i LoVe yOu,&lt;br /&gt;bUt yOu hAd yOuR eArPhOnEs oN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'M sTiLL wAiTiNg fOr sOmEoNe tO cAtCh mE bEfOrE I jUmP oFf tHiS cLiFF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeN i FoUnD yOu, i fOuNd LoVe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yOu kEeP mE aLiVe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can yOu fIx mE? cAuSe i'M bRoKeN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe bRaCeLeT yOu gAvE mE cOsT $3&lt;br /&gt;tHe nEcKLaCe yOu gAvE mE cOsT $6&lt;br /&gt;tHe sTuFfEd tOy yOu gAvE mE cOsT $200&lt;br /&gt;bUt...&lt;br /&gt;tHe kIsSeS yOu gAvE tO mE cOsTs mE aN eVeRLaStInG hApPy mEmOrY&lt;br /&gt;tHe hUgS yOu gAvE tO mE cOsTs mE a FeELiNg oF cOnTeNtMeNt aNd sEcUrItY&lt;br /&gt;tHe tImE yOu gAvE tO mE cOsTs mE mOrE tImE fOr mY LoVe tO gRoW&lt;br /&gt;tHe LoVe yOu gAvE tO mE cOsTs mE a oNcE i N a LiFeTiMe oPpOrTuNiTy tO LoVe yOu...&lt;br /&gt;sO i wAnT tO gIvE yOu tHiS LiTtLe, bUt fRoM tHe hEaRt mEsSaGe frOm mE tO yOu, tHaT i ThInK WiLL cOsT nOt mOrE tHaN a mInUtE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThAnkS aNd I LoVe yOu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cAn'T bE wItH yOu aLL tHe tImE, bUt yOuR pReSeNcE wILL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cOuLd yOu LeNd mE yOuR hEaRt? cAuSe mInE iS mIsSiNg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wAiT fOr mE, i cAn't kEeP uP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iF i cOuLd tUrN bAcK tImE, i wOuLd gO bAcK wHeN "U" aNd "I" wErE sTiLL tOgEtHeR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeN i iNsTaLLeD yOu, i aCCiDeNtALLy sEt yOu uP iNtO  RAM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WaNt yOu tO kNoW tHaT i LoVe yOu, eVeN iF yOu aLrEaDy LoVe sOmEoNe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iF i'M nOt tHe rIgHt gIrL fOr yOu, i WiSh tHe rIgHt oNe wOuLd wAiT, cAuSe i'M nOt fInIsHeD LoViNg yOu yEt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eVeR sInCe i sTaRtEd LoViNg yOu, i aLsO sTaRtEd gO gEt "eMo"bUmPs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SeE a LoT oF tHiNgs... bUt wHy cN'T i sEe yOu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i uNdErStAnD tHaT sOmEdAy i'LL LoSe u, bUt eVeN iF i hVeN'T LoSt u yEt, rIgHt nOw i fEeL tHaT i aLrEaDy hAvE... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iT's kInDa hArD 2 LeT gO oF tHaT fEeLiNg wHeN yOu wEnT aWaY, tHeN yOu cAmE bAcK, tHeN yOu wEnT aWaY aGaIn, tHeN yOu cAme bAcK AgAiN, tHen yOu wEnT aWaY aGaIn, tHeN yOu wEnT bAcK aGaIn... u ask y? cAuZe iT fELt LyK we wErE mEaNt 2 b 2GeThEr, eVeN iF wE WeRen't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HvE u eVeR tHouGhT oF sUmThInG LyK oWnInG sUmOnE u dIdN't tHiNk u cAn oWn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iT's nOt tHe kIsS tHaT mDe mE rEmEmBeR dAt dAy, bUt tHe tHiNg u sAiD 2 mE tHat It wAsn'T cOmPlEtE w/oUt iT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i be the one who will be left empty handed? i don't want to feel left alone... being a loner and all... i don't want to feel that way again... especially if the reason is because of him... i can't let him make me feel that... i must do something... something i never had done before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to share my emotional moments... (O.o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;please visit my friendster blog:
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