<?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-11706103</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:51:04.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moooo :]</title><subtitle type='html'>blah blah blah blah blah</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8344381610430131459</id><published>2007-12-22T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:08:13.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy</title><content type='html'>Hey... friends? Might take this blog down for good. Yeah.. Meh. The one blog I've kept the longest. So protest if you wish. I might heed your request&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8344381610430131459?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8344381610430131459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8344381610430131459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8344381610430131459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8344381610430131459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloggy.html' title='Bloggy'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8351462473183934517</id><published>2007-10-09T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:02:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my many Blah moments. :D</title><content type='html'>This will not be one of those beautifully written blog posts. Not that I make many of those.. just saying. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngii! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. it's one of those dumb, "bored-and-got-nothing-to-do-and-too-lazy-to-study-so-i'm-writing" posts. Yes, I'm quite the procrastinator. :D -Glorious beaming pose with winner smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past few weeks, I've been having major moodswings. Seriously.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like bangag and sabaw and hyper in school.&lt;br /&gt;But moody and pissy and would often get upset at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't tell all of you what happened and why. BASTA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pwede na ko debater. I reason out like: eh. basta. ewan. gah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are people around here who know what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my amigas who were understanding and totally agreed with me and gave me all these advices I don't really know what to do with. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And also to the amigos who sort of morphed into amigas for a while just to comfort me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm what else is dumb...&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I'm not studying for the exams anymore. Uh.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. xD I open my notes and it's so nice and boring that it puts me to sleep like an old bedtime story! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I'm looking forward to the 5 day weekend to come. :D&lt;br /&gt;I've planned all these crap that I don't think would fit in those 5 days and mabibitin nanaman ako and I would probably cram again with all the school eklatchuba to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense? &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/note.png" /&gt; I wanna be there when you're happy. I wanna love you when you're sad. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/note.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali: -stare-&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! It's Smashing Pumpkins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD defensive ba? Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. ewan. Is this post getting too long?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Draaaaaaaag.&lt;br /&gt;Joke lang. Foin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Much love..&lt;br /&gt;Pat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8351462473183934517?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8351462473183934517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8351462473183934517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8351462473183934517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8351462473183934517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-my-many-blah-moments-d.html' title='One of my many Blah moments. :D'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8903212355220413182</id><published>2007-10-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:29:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is great.&lt;br /&gt;But love on its own is useless.&lt;br /&gt;How great your love will be proven by your actions.&lt;br /&gt;Not through your sugary whispers and promises.&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do with your concern when I'm in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;What I need is for you to fight for me or side by side with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I ask, how far would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a realist.&lt;br /&gt;'Di ako romantiko. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8903212355220413182?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8903212355220413182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8903212355220413182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8903212355220413182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8903212355220413182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-if-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8019444869134866761</id><published>2007-09-23T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:58:03.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Melody of Sweet Nightingale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweet nightingale, simple song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;melody in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rhythm bold, yet sweet and tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;echo on through breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make soft, my heart, sweet nightingale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thy voice shall not concede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;against the cold of hardest weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sing thine song with ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-CKLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8019444869134866761?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8019444869134866761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8019444869134866761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8019444869134866761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8019444869134866761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-loving-poet.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3936243174880587065</id><published>2007-09-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:08:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>090807</title><content type='html'>I absolutely loved that day.&lt;br /&gt;And I will never ever forget the events that took place.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't perfect but hey, nothing ever is.&lt;br /&gt;What made it so great, I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was that feeling of relief - that after one month and two weeks, we finally got to see each other. Like a nice glass of iced water after a hot searing day. Or going home after getting so homesick during an out of town trip. Or partying/hanging out wherever after a long week at work or school. Or seeing your bed after a stressful day. Or receiving a nice warm hug from a friend when you're down. Now, I could go on and on and on, giving examples of what it felt like 'cause I honestly can't put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the turn of events. The day didn't turn out as I expected... even though I didn't expect much. Not that I thought it would suck, I just didn't know what would happen. Anyway, whatever would have happened, it would still be a great day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just him. All day long he made me feel so happy; like I'm special. No, I'm not going emo here. I know well enough that I'm special and different from people, but you know. He made me feel loved. Well, of course I know he loves me, but.. once again.. you know. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are asking me about what happened that day. What, where, who, why, when and how things happened. Some want all the details.. as in ALL the details. Some wish for censorship because they're afraid of the mushiness that might have occurred. So I'm still pondering on what to write about. Yes, I'd love to write about the story of us, but it's sort of weird for EVERYONE to know EVERYTHING. So I suggest you guys to just approach me and ask what exactly do you want to know. Seriously, ask anything you want. My cousin even asked me about the intimate stuff. We're not THAT intimate. I mean.. you know. Kissies and huggies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is starting to make less sense by the paragraph. And I'm starting to emphasize with uppercase written words instead of elaborating. Hm.. Anyway. That's it everyone. For my "usisera" but beloved friends (generally the girls), I might post everything that happened that day in my next update. Emphasis on MIGHT. Hahaha. What? Reliving the moments might be fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, bye bye now.&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;Pat :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3936243174880587065?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3936243174880587065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3936243174880587065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3936243174880587065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3936243174880587065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/090807.html' title='090807'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3272495340200192684</id><published>2007-08-29T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:39:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder that is soup. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If the English of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;sabaw&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;soup&lt;/span&gt; and the Filipino of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;soup&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;sopas&lt;/span&gt;, is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;sabaw&lt;/span&gt; the same as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;sopas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga nakakagagong conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali: XD haha lol I love your stat Pat&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Um, kung ganon, hmm oo. Ang sabaw ay sopas&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Pero ang sabaw ay yung liquid sa ulam&lt;br /&gt;Pat: habang ang sopas ay sopas&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Hmmm.. technically ang sopas ay isang uri ng sabaw&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Soooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ali: :))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Onga eh&lt;br /&gt;Pat: kaya nga and sabaw ba ay sopas&lt;br /&gt;Pat: instead of ang sopas ay sabaw&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: bahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Pat: confuse da people!&lt;br /&gt;Ali: :)) Kung ako nga confused na eh&lt;br /&gt;Pat: =))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Pat: ako rin nung nilagay ko yan kahapon di ko rin naintindihan sinabi ko eh&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: =))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: HAHAHAHAHA bukas sa NCAE&lt;br /&gt;Ali: tayo ay&lt;br /&gt;Ali: SOUP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Soup&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Sabi na eh&lt;br /&gt;Pat: soup sabaw sopas isloosh&lt;br /&gt;Pat: =))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: isloosh? =))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Pat: sound ng sopas&lt;br /&gt;Pat: ay&lt;br /&gt;Pat: isloosh&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: HAHAHAHA nako...bukas baka maisagot ko= "SOUP"&lt;br /&gt;Ali: OOOHHH&lt;br /&gt;Ali: as in "sloosh" :)) kapag binuhos&lt;br /&gt;Pat: =))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Sa name, diba sheshadan?&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Gusto ko&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Maria Patricia "Soop" B. Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: OMG XD =))&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Maria tapos "soop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali stat: If sopas is sabaw, sabaw is soup. (Always, Sometimes, Never?)&lt;br /&gt;Pat stat: Ma'am, Ma'am! Ang sagot po ay... Maybe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: bentang benta stat mo&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Heee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :))&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jakey: =))&lt;br /&gt;Jakey: Shit! Laughtrip, dude!&lt;br /&gt;Pat: :D&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Shooooooooop&lt;br /&gt;Jakey: Uh.. okay ka lang?&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Hindi eh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Bahahahahahhahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Ian.. mali raw.. Pero tama!!! TAMA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kimmy NR. Suflaiduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph tzu didn't get it at all. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Chingloy. Napa-whoa at nahawa sa hifferness. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the patness. More love for everyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3272495340200192684?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3272495340200192684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3272495340200192684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3272495340200192684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3272495340200192684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/wonder-that-is-soup.html' title='The wonder that is soup. :)'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-5730433845753945169</id><published>2007-08-20T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:34:03.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egay's a fucking bitch. :|</title><content type='html'>So.. remember the last time Chengly and I saw each other? Yes, that was three weeks ago. Now, we were supposed to meet last Saturday (Aug. 18). It was the day we've been waiting for for so long. Basta, we had it all planned out already. We were even counting down to that day. Haha. But sadly, di kami natuloy. He got sick and the rain last Sat was too hard. Then we planned to move it today, but di siya pinayagan ni Mommy. So.. we'll see each other pa after another 2 or 3 weeks. Yeah.. but we tried to see the brighter side of things. Sabi ko.. these 5/6 weeks na di kami magkikita would be like.. Relationship building. Even though, unnamed pa relationship namin. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try listening to the band The Horrors. They LOOK emo. But they aren't really. Brit rock. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-5730433845753945169?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5730433845753945169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=5730433845753945169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/5730433845753945169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/5730433845753945169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/egays-fucking-bitch.html' title='Egay&apos;s a fucking bitch. :|'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8448566528334530996</id><published>2007-08-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:28:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's in love. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who just had her first kiss..&lt;br /&gt;who just had her first bf..&lt;br /&gt;who just had her first date..&lt;br /&gt;who just proposed to his gf of 4 years..&lt;br /&gt;who just got back from a lovey dovey trip to Subic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala..&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Chengly na.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ehh. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8448566528334530996?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8448566528334530996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8448566528334530996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8448566528334530996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8448566528334530996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/everyones-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-5899070534355516904</id><published>2007-07-29T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:49:52.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>Haha. Ala. Friday. July 27, 2007. We've been planning to go out since the week before, just the four of us. Me, Kim, Chengly, and B*********. After school, we were to go to Ghills and ala. Double date? Whaaaaaat? Hahahaha! Ewan. Basta, it seems that way. That afternoon it started raining hard with matching kulog. But everyone was determined to go kasi... you know. Wahaha. Aliw nga eh. Ayun, We hung out at Starbuko, Kim and B******* lang bumili. Kami ni Chengly, sabik sa free seats. :D Wahahaha. Ala. Then after tambay, kwentuhan, and asaran sa other pair, we watched the movie na. Ratatouille. Tama ba spelling? Wahaha. Basta, that movie. Laughtrip haha chaka the rat was soooo kooooooooooot! Haha. But I was only paying half of my attention to the movie. Ala. :D Haha basta. Nooo, not THAT. Something simpler. You ha. Wahahaha. Then we went to Timezone. Tapos Tayo sa gitna ng daan, fighting over what to do next. Then we went to Mcdo and.. ate. Malamang. xD Chit chat and all that kaka. Then, around 11 na, we went home na. Hatid kay Chengly, so saaaaad. :( Hahaha. Yes, mushy kami but so what? Tapos, after everything, people were asking me what happened. Haha so I kwento-ed. Kinikilig naman sila para sakin. I'm like.. huwaw I have people to be kilig for me. xD Ako di kinikilig, it's not a crush. I looooooooove him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph, whatever! Hahahaha! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-5899070534355516904?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5899070534355516904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=5899070534355516904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/5899070534355516904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/5899070534355516904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3758358077280496415</id><published>2007-07-22T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T05:36:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>Ala. I love him. He loves me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi:&lt;br /&gt;He held my hand, I held his own.&lt;br /&gt;I put my head on his shoulder, he kissed my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;He said "I love you", I said "I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be so cheesy. xD&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already. Haha. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3758358077280496415?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3758358077280496415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3758358077280496415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3758358077280496415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3758358077280496415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-love-love-love-love-makes-world-go.html' title='LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE makes the world go round'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-2834281285493322699</id><published>2007-07-13T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:24:18.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOCIAL LIFE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is/are your best friend(s)?: Kimmy, Humphrey, CJ, Chengly. Waha. Huwaaat?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are your friends mostly older or younger than you?: Who cares? Older or younger, doesn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;5. Which friends live the closest to you? Ala. Isolated ako sa Diliman. -.-&lt;br /&gt;6. The farthest? CJ and Humph!! Farjers who left me to rot here in the Phils.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are your friends mostly like you or is there a variety? Variety. No love with exclusivity. (There such a word?)&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you &amp; your friends dress alike? I fucking hope not! What are you? Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last friend you hungout with? Nica&lt;br /&gt;10. Where do you &amp;amp; your friends usually hangout? Mall or bahay ng kung sino. xD&lt;br /&gt;11. Which friend is the best with giving advice? Dunno if I'm biased but Kimmy. :D&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you tell your best friends anything? Yeah, kaya nga best friends eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FAMILY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Name your sibling(s): Andrew, Alen, Kit&lt;br /&gt;14. Which ones do you get along with the most? Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;15. What's your mom &amp; dad's middle names? Baldueza and Fuentebella respectively.&lt;br /&gt;16. Who is your favorite family member? Next question please. xD&lt;br /&gt;17. Least favorite? Dad.&lt;br /&gt;18. Which family member haven't you seen in awhile?: Cousins and Tita in US.&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you related to anyone moderately famous?: My dad's famous in the Medical World. He's done some cool stuff in the Neurology department. Did you know there's a Diaz-Stroke something something? Haha. Dunno what it is but my dad invented it. Still sucks as a father though. Anyway.. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;20. Which of your cousins are your favorite? Anna and Khina. :)&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have any step family members? No. I fucking hope not (#2). Wait, do adopted cousins and lolas count? o.O&lt;br /&gt;22. Which member of your family gives the most expensive gifts? Dad.&lt;br /&gt;23. Does most of your family live close or far? Dunno, don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE LIFE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Single or taken?: Single..&lt;br /&gt;25. If single, are you looking?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;26. If taken, are you happy?: Single nga. xD&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was your first boyfriend?: Paolo.&lt;br /&gt;28. How long was your longest relationship?: 5 months. xD lololol&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever been in love?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever said "I love you" &amp;amp; DIDN'T mean it?: No.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like anyone now?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;32. Can teenagers love?: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was your first crush?: I can't remember. xD&lt;br /&gt;34. What's the longest you've liked someone for?: A year and a half. Still on-going. xP&lt;br /&gt;35. When was your last kiss?: Is a smack a kiss? o.O; Around Feb I guess.&lt;br /&gt;36. Would you kiss the person you kissed last again?: Nooo. But it wouldn't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FASHION &amp; STYLE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How would you describe your style?: Whatever doesn't make me look too fat, gay, or tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;38. What's your favorite store(s) to shop at?: Wherever. Not branded.&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you only shop at those stores or do you shop anywhere?: Anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you one of the less-conceited people who will shop at Wal*Mart, Kmart, etc?: Hm.. Not sure really.&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you like to thrift shop?: In short.. tiange? Go poverty. Shoor. xD&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you buy clothes from garage sales?: Never been in one. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;43. What's your favorite shirt?: Comfy, non-gay-pride-colored aka too colorful, unique, not over-rated. Duh, unique nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;44. What about favorite pair of pants?: Pants are pants. Who gives a shit?&lt;br /&gt;45. What's your least favorite current trend?: Trends? Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;46. What decade do you love the fashion from?: Fashion is not in my vocabulary. Yes, I really am a girl. No lies. xD&lt;br /&gt;47. Who is your fashion icon?: Not in my vocab nga.&lt;br /&gt;48. Which of your friend's wardrobe to you want to raid?: CJ. His shirts are like uber awesome. Just cut it out and smack it on a girl's shirt and I'm good. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHILDHOOD!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Who was your first best friend?: Em something something. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;50. Which kids in your neighborhood did you hang out with most?: Whatsherface and whatsherface2.&lt;br /&gt;51. What preschool did you go to?: Angelicum. Blech. xP&lt;br /&gt;52. What about elementary school?: STC&lt;br /&gt;53. What is your favorite childhood memory?: Young Humph and Young CJ chasing after the bullies since I thought I was tough and decided to look for a fight and ended up crying. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;54. What pet do you miss from your childhood?: The little white rabbit we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;55. Which friends from your childhood do you still talk to?: CJ, Humph, Jake, Nikki. I see Em sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;56. What were your favorite toys as a child?: imagination.. =)     Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;57. Did you like to play dress-up?: Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;58. What was your worst childhood memory?: I peed in class. Hahahahahahha!! xD wtf&lt;br /&gt;59. Were you a good or bad kid?: Good but suplada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THIS OR THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Family or friends?: Family. Bestfriends are almost at level with family though.&lt;br /&gt;61. Necklace or bracelet?: Bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;62. Junk food or healthy food?: Junk food!!!&lt;br /&gt;63. Pink or purple?: NOTA. Green and black please.&lt;br /&gt;64. Cartoon Network or Nickeldeon?: Either.&lt;br /&gt;65. MTV or FUSE?: Live bands/concerts. xD&lt;br /&gt;66. Rock or rap?: Rock.&lt;br /&gt;67. White or black?: Black.&lt;br /&gt;68. Pirates or ninjas?: PIRATES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;69. Anime or manga?: Anime.&lt;br /&gt;70. Open or closed?: Alin? Hahahha. Semi.&lt;br /&gt;71. Screamo or emo?: Grunge and punk please. With a bit of old school rock n' roll too.&lt;br /&gt;72. Love or hate?: Love.&lt;br /&gt;73. Girly or tomboy?: tomboy-ISH.&lt;br /&gt;74. Coffee or tea?: Beer. xD&lt;br /&gt;75. Computer or TV?: Internet. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCHOOL!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Which of your teachers can't you stand?: Secret. xD&lt;br /&gt;77. Easiest class?: Basic Psychology&lt;br /&gt;78. Hardest class?: Physics!!! Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;79. What school do you go to?: STC&lt;br /&gt;80. What high school do/did/will you go to?: STC ngaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;91. What time do you wake up for school?: 5am&lt;br /&gt;92. What time do you go to bed on school nights?: 10-12&lt;br /&gt;93. Favorite thing about school?: Friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;94. Least favorite?: The school and everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;95. Most embarassing school memory?: Yung shoe incident last week. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;96. Worst teacher you ever had?: ####################&lt;br /&gt;97. Best teacher you ever had?: Ginets. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAVORITES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Band: Oh I could go on forever, but I'll mention only a handfull. Pearl Jam, Mad Caddies, Smashing Pumpkins, Soundgarden, Streetlight Manifesto. Talagang lima. xD&lt;br /&gt;99. Singer: Eddie Vedder!&lt;br /&gt;100. Food: Spicy and sweets.&lt;br /&gt;101. Candy: Chuklit!&lt;br /&gt;102. Type of shoe: Sneakers or tsinelas. No, I dun wanna call them flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;103. Eye color: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;104. Thing you own: Laptop. My guitar is warped eh. :(&lt;br /&gt;105. Cake icing flavor: Any. Cake gooooood. :D&lt;br /&gt;106. Pie filling: Dun like pie.&lt;br /&gt;107. Person: Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;108. Celebrity: Johnny Depp :D So hot and uber talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. Soda: PEPSI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;110. Flower: Rose&lt;br /&gt;111. Color(s): Black and green.&lt;br /&gt;112. Song: Too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;113. Day of the week: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;114. Week: Huwaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;115. Year of your life: This one? Only because I don't remember most years except last year and this one seems to be better. LOL&lt;br /&gt;116. Time of day: Night&lt;br /&gt;117. Place: Wherever my friends and I can just chill, listen or make music, eat and drink, and just hang-out. Good times. :)&lt;br /&gt;118. Book: What are those? xD&lt;br /&gt;119. Screenname you've had: cow xD iba ibang type.&lt;br /&gt;120. Number: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRSTS, LASTS &amp; CURRENTS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. First school attended?: Angelicum&lt;br /&gt;122. First favorite colors?: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;123. First favorite band?: Guns n' Roses (As far as I can remember, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;124. First favorite show?: Dexter/Power Puff/Rugrats? Whaaaat? Di uso sakin Barney or Teletubs.&lt;br /&gt;125. First favorite teacher?: Ms. Lecharowen. Prep. :D&lt;br /&gt;126. First cellphone?: Nokia 3210&lt;br /&gt;127. First car? Mine? None.. yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;128. First house? 33B&lt;br /&gt;129. Last kiss?: What kind? xD Cheekies.. sis&lt;br /&gt;130. Last time you walked home from school?: Not really home, but 1/3 of the way to the townhouse. Last Wednesday. xD&lt;br /&gt;131. Last thing you ate?: fries&lt;br /&gt;132. Last thing you were upset about? Karla going to Canada. Now.&lt;br /&gt;133. Last thing you daydreamed about? Having someone to be my bf? Huwaaaat? Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;134. Last time you were happy? Kanina lang. Haha. Don't be emo. Enjoy every moment. :D&lt;br /&gt;135. Last friend you talked to? Chengly. Text. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;136. Last bit of advice you recieved? If he didn't say na hindi naman, it doesn't mean na hindi nga. Labo ba? Karla kasi eh.&lt;br /&gt;137. Current clothes? Khaki shorts and shirt?&lt;br /&gt;138. Current worry? When will I get to watch Harry Potter? xD&lt;br /&gt;139. Current plans for tomorrow? Look for ka-lakwa.&lt;br /&gt;140. Current mood? Bored&lt;br /&gt;141. Current weather? Cloudy-ish&lt;br /&gt;142. Current date &amp;amp; time? July 13, 2007. 6:29PM&lt;br /&gt;143. Current annoyance? I can't go lakwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RANDOM CLOSING QUESTIONS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. What's your favorite flavor of Gatorade?: None&lt;br /&gt;145. Ever heard of the band Die Toten Hosen?: No&lt;br /&gt;146. What languages do you want to learn?: French, Spanish, Latin, Chinese, Japanese. ENGLISH! Hahaha just kidding. xD&lt;br /&gt;147. How many bathrooms are in your house? Which house? 7 here, 3 townhouse.&lt;br /&gt;148. Do you own a lava lamp? Wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;149. What's your favorite mall? A mall is a mall.&lt;br /&gt;150. Ever had to wear a cast? Nope. Haha. Dork ba? xD&lt;br /&gt;151. What about carry around crutches?: For someone else? lol&lt;br /&gt;152. Do you send out cards for holidays?: Noo&lt;br /&gt;153. Do you log onto MySpace everyday?: Nah&lt;br /&gt;154. What do you want for your upcoming birthday?: Next year pa. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-2834281285493322699?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2834281285493322699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=2834281285493322699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2834281285493322699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2834281285493322699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/social-life-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-7821335544646913352</id><published>2007-07-08T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:00:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My very strange week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I slept here in our house in Diliman, and my school shoes were in the Don Qui house. So I used my old school shoes, the ones from 1st year. So I went to school with these shoes, and after our morning ceremonies, "ngumingiti" na shoes ko. Hahaha. And then during lunch break, after I stood up from sitting on the floor, the whole sole was detached from the shoe. Gah, it was so embarrassing. Anyway, my friend and I rushed to the back part of the HS building where the manongs were making lockers and other woodcrafts. We begged them to put rugby on my shoe to fix it. Anyway, I felt better that my shoe was fixed but last period came around and the other shoe was starting to open. Hahaha. And I was going to commute that day. Gah! Anyway, when we were walking towards the gate (more like dragging my feet) my friend said: "Baka maiwan swelas mo". You know what? When she said that, naiwan nga. Rarr! She cursed my shoe!!! Hahaha. So there. The other one was rugbied on my shoe and the other one was now detached. So she helped me look for a trike cause obviously, I can't go home via jeeps. The trike available at the gate was service, meaning he was waiting for some kid to take home. So I rode with this girl from the lower year levels that I don't know. When I was getting on the trike, the sole slipped off. I was like: "Fuck!" And then when she was gonna get out of the trike at her house, I had to get out too. Then the sole that was rugbied on my shoe fell off. I was like: "Fucker!!" Hahaha. And when we got to my house, I put the soles in my bag nalang and I ran with my leather slippers to the gate. Hahahahahaha! Wanna see the shoes?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MXkDkHWKYOY/RpAm_XaMqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gRbkx7j9AfI/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MXkDkHWKYOY/RpAm_XaMqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gRbkx7j9AfI/s320/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084606849358801554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sabi nila the next day: "Di ba yan yung kahapon?" Hahaha. My shoes look alike. xD And I didn't eat all day that day cause of the Physics Experiment Report. Poor na poor. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wednesday came.. I got locked out of the house. Even with the keys, I couldn't open the gate. Hahaha. So Nica and I tried to lift the lock inside with a long stick. The guys on the street were watching us and everything. Hahaha. I was breaking into my own house. Anyway, when we finally got in, my sister was home pala. Rarr. Kasi naman, double lock pa. Haha. Paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other kaka happened that week. Haha. Anyway, Retreat tomorrow. Palanca letters please. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-7821335544646913352?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7821335544646913352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=7821335544646913352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7821335544646913352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7821335544646913352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-very-strange-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MXkDkHWKYOY/RpAm_XaMqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gRbkx7j9AfI/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3516921050194267104</id><published>2007-06-29T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:02:14.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Friday... Kimmy's 16th birthday. Yep, there was a party with people and food and stuff. Duh. And after 5, I was supposed to leave for a Xavier event but couldn't since Ma wasn't feeling very well. So I stayed at the party and we ate and we laughed and some of us drank. Ako ata pinaka natamaan dun. Tawa ng tawa and everything. After only four glasses of rhum, Kimmy cut me off. Aw. Yeah, corny yang si Kim eh. Haha. jk. I waf choo, Kim. :D Anyway, yeah. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week. Lot's of crap happened. Mostly school stuff. Senior year is busy busy busy. Hm.. I think I forgot to mention that I now live near STC during weekdays. Yeah. Fri, Sat, Sun. Here in QC. Mon- Thurs. Manila. I like it better here in Diliman. It's still my beloved home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a great day. Key word: had. Yeah, I was having such a fun day even with the school stuff. I was laughing and smiling the whole day. And then na-cancel plans bukas. I hate that. Someone canceling plans especially when I exerted some sort of effort to make things work for someone that's going to the event/lakwa. Labo ba? Ah basta. Anyway. Tambay lang ako sa GH bukas cause I have to meet Ian and get the letters from him there. Punta kayo? Haha. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3516921050194267104?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3516921050194267104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3516921050194267104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3516921050194267104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3516921050194267104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3982651977800256082</id><published>2007-06-10T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:41:37.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday: Start of classes again. Honestly, it didn't feel like it was the first day of the school year. I didn't feel any different from last year. Haha. Anyway, I'm happy to be a senior. Just one more year before I can get out of STC. lol. After classes, Kim and I ate out. Date? Hahaha! No! Bestfriend bonding. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Chengly, Karla, and I went to Shangri-la. We did the usual things.. eat, play in the arcade, and watch a movie. I dunno why but I love watching movies. Anyway, it was another fun 'lakwa'. Super laughtrip talaga pag kasama si beshfwen. :D I was so tired when I got home. Parang mas pagod pa kesa after manood ng concert. We walked.. A LOT. Puro mga tamad pa naman kami. Hahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3982651977800256082?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3982651977800256082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3982651977800256082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3982651977800256082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3982651977800256082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/wednesday-start-of-classes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-7124664741328108325</id><published>2007-05-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:02:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday: We went to Laguna. Me, Karla, Joanna, Yanpi, Abby, also Jowa's sister and her mom. Swimming at Jowa's Aunt's rest house. Super fun. A lot of jumping and swimming and kagaguhans. :] But that night, I was feeling emo. History is repeating itself and only one thing makes me really emo, romance and all that shit. xD So yeah, just add it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Last day of the review classes at Expert Guides. We had a mock UPCAT and ACET. Found out someone has a crush on Jeanie. Yiikeee. Hahaha. Hm.. and someone in the class found out about my secret. Dunno how. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: We went to Greenhills. Me, Chengly, Karla, and Lienne. Played in Timezone for a bit. Haha. Aliw vid ni Chengely. Tambayness. Then, watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Jack Sparrow, how I love you so. xD Anyway, as usual super laughtrip. Last installment na ba? :(   We want more of Jack Sparrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he worth going to hell for and back all over again? Yes, I think he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-7124664741328108325?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7124664741328108325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=7124664741328108325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7124664741328108325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7124664741328108325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday-we-went-to-laguna.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3758849308769165335</id><published>2007-05-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:29:44.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahfrooogah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/f435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 159px;" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/f435.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I would look like if I had whiter skin. Wahahaha. I think. xD&lt;br /&gt;My webcam has something that makes me look like that when it's dark.&lt;br /&gt;I look nice, no? as in never done anything wrong nice. Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nyaha babaw ko. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3758849308769165335?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3758849308769165335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3758849308769165335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3758849308769165335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3758849308769165335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-what-i-would-look-like-if-i-had.html' title='Ahfrooogah'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-6616043218824742032</id><published>2007-05-25T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:44:35.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Police Brutality</title><content type='html'>Saw the World Press Photo gallery when I was in SM (The Block).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this photo, where the Israeli police was on horsebacks and they were lashing at the Jewish settlers with whips. Also, a settler being dragged away, upside-down. There are more photos of cops beating the shit out of civilians there. Some photos also show the side of the soldiers and stuff. Which side are you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a also this picture of guys having a little boxing arena underground. And somewhere in the background there was this screen with a suited man watching a stripper dance. And then the caption says the boxers are trying to make a more dignified living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pic has a man standing outside of the stadium, watching the game from the screen outside. And he watches with so much hope, holding their flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna see the whole gallery, click: &lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&amp;task=blogsection&amp;amp;id=17&amp;Itemid=146&amp;amp;bandwidth=low"&gt;World Press Photo 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're quite moving, and better seen when bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I'd post the pictures here but I'm trying to respect the copyrights.&lt;br /&gt;Take a peek at the gallery, it won't take too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-6616043218824742032?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6616043218824742032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=6616043218824742032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6616043218824742032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6616043218824742032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/fuck-police-brutality.html' title='Fuck Police Brutality'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-4776610155687611324</id><published>2007-05-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:52:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a webcam again. Yeah, the old one's kinda dead already. Haha. Anyway, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Chengly Keavin today. Just the two of us 'cause it was unplanned. Anyway, laughtrip. Lumilitaw kababawan ko and I just laugh at everything. Hahaha. And confused nanaman ako kasi yun nga.. If you know the story, I guess you should know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Humph Leal, he's gonna be my batchmate. Different school though, I dunno.. maybe. Haha. He's taking time off school. Gusto ko rin. Nyaha. xD Oh and I saw his look-alike at Jollibee except with lighter shade of brown for hair and, a bit taller maybe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knuckles are bruised from kick boxing. Yes, even with the hand-wrap and the boxing gloves. Does this mean I'm getting stronger? Oh yeah. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I got this dude calling me all the way from US, spending $20 per month just to call me. Don't like him though, too much of a pervert. xD Wholesome ako eh... HAHAHAHA! Kinda, pero yung utak hindi. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. Yan lang for now.&lt;br /&gt;Karla's leaving for Canada on July or August. Aww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-4776610155687611324?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4776610155687611324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=4776610155687611324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4776610155687611324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4776610155687611324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-cam-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-6924520471449002925</id><published>2007-05-13T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:02:24.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>HOLY FUCK! I FORGOT MY BESTFRIEND'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was Humph's birthday May 11. No wonder he called without warning. He didn't even tell me. Anyway, sorry. You know I love you, dude. [wink, wink] Hahaha. Anyway, he's 18? I'm not even sure. Shit, I'm the worst. xD Well, yeeeeaaah. I'm pretty sure he's 18. CJ's gonna visit him in London and celebrate and shit. Damnit, I'm missing out. D=   Behave yourselves, boys. Haha. If you know what I mean. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mother's Day today. I greeted all my bestfriend's moms. Haven't greeted the tita's. It's mother's day and my mom's out doing errands for most of the day. Wow. What a celebration. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-6924520471449002925?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6924520471449002925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=6924520471449002925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6924520471449002925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6924520471449002925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-2715486774239679660</id><published>2007-05-02T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:36:19.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey so I'm back from my trip to Pangasinan. The four days were eventful. Lot of shit happened. Really.  Haha inside joke (diba Anna? xD) And weirdness and stuff and your usual Baldueza-ness. We have pictures but it's with Anna. I think she's gonna put it up in her multiply but that would take forever. Haha, just check it out next month. Naw jk. I dunno. But it wouldn't be soon. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this 5:30 in the morning? I have review classes now. Rawr. I know. Must sleep! But anyway, after my review classes which is 8am-5pm, I have kick boxing classes. Yeah, we're continuing it. Advanced level. Whoo. Hahaha. But holy shit am I gonna die. At the end of the day, there's nothing left of me to keep me up and at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-2715486774239679660?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2715486774239679660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=2715486774239679660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2715486774239679660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2715486774239679660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-so-im-back-from-my-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-2028839306746440583</id><published>2007-04-24T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:30:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.. what to write? My right hand is all bandaged up since my wrist was sprained, it's been a week now. No, not like a cast. There's just a sprint inside so I don't move my wrist too much. It doesn't hurt much though, it's just to make it heal faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my future dream husband. Hahaha. Okay, maybe not. My dream boyfriend. During kick boxing class yesterday, I saw a guy playing billiards by himself. The boxing/kickboxing area is beside the billiards. Anyway, he was about my age. He's not too lanky/skinny but I don't think he had fats either. He's got fare skin color, and he doesn't look Filipino but he is. His hair's pretty normal, but gah! He's to die for. Trust me, my sister saw him and she agrees. I must see him again. I wish I took a pic of him. Bahahaha stalker much? But seriously =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-2028839306746440583?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2028839306746440583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=2028839306746440583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2028839306746440583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2028839306746440583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8377059802783195127</id><published>2007-04-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:43:17.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the deal. This is one busy summer. Yeah, I'm always online hahaha. But most of the times I'm not really in front of the laptop, I just run to it when someone messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays, Wednesdays, Saturdays of May.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having Kick Boxing classes and relax the rest of the night. I don't usually wake up until 10am or 11am. The rest of the day I dedicate to training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays, I'm not usually allowed to go out and even if I am, no one seems to be willing to drive me places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays and Thursdays, I write and update my fiction story, practice with the guitar, care for the guitar cause it's fucking warped, practice the harmonica (something new), try to go to the gym, watch all the series I'm trying to finish, band, and at the same time talk to my friends abroad. Although you guys might not think me reading on the net is important, it is for me as a writer. And the series? I want to cause I'm afraid I won't have time when school starts. Simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th, I'll be going to Boracay. It's a quick vacation. Then Sometime in the end of the month, go to Pangasinan. And I really really wanna see my cousin Anna. (Don't flatter yourself, you owe me a gift. Haha but I do miss you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May, I'll be drowning myself in books and shit. I'm having review classes and when I don't have class, I'll be studying. I actually want to pass the exam? And even if I didn't, my mom would be out for my ass and we all know how annoying that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the few left days of my vacation which is in June would be for getting my shit ready for school. I don't want to sound like a total dork but it's senior year. Requirements and shit. Supplies are essential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, I'm always online and yet I can't make time for some people. Frankly, the internet is my addiction. Some people got drugs, some people got alcohol. Apparently I went for geeky and chose the internet. Why do you think I'm online even when there's this huge test? And I'm sorry if I want to spare time for my friends abroad like Humph, CJ, Vince, Jimmy, Elle, etc. I love them dearly and I really am a biased person. I pick among people whom I would favor more. You don't notice I pick my friends too? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely sleep people!!! Dx&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the end of my dumb rant. Sorry everyone. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8377059802783195127?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8377059802783195127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8377059802783195127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8377059802783195127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8377059802783195127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-heres-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8510922658524695901</id><published>2007-04-11T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:08:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1Iq4rA4RZ8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1Iq4rA4RZ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8510922658524695901?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8510922658524695901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8510922658524695901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8510922658524695901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8510922658524695901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-4658313928500886197</id><published>2007-04-10T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:07:47.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write your name without a E,S,H,I,M,A.L:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• r Ptrc Bduz Dz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you single?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Yeah xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s your favorite number?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you listening to?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Kev singing on the phone. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sins?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Manipulation, haha, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was/is your favorite subject in school?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Lunch! haha jk. Chemistry. Love, baby. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you shop at hollister/abercrombie/AE?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• No, what's AE? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you make money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  Uh.. ask for some from the parents or just steal a few hundreds from their wallets. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you outgoing?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Define outgoing =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One word to describe you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like Big Macs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I like cows =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own big sunglasses?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• a friend's house, in a studio jamming, in a mall, or anywhere with my friends xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a crush on anyone right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Of course *wink* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in God?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know how to swim?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Used to, can't remember now. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like roller coasters?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own a bike?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Don't even know how to ride one. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*LOVE SECTION*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever broke up with someone and wished you hadn't?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dunno, no use living in the past right? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone with a gf/bf?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hm.. can't remember. Probably but just a little crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*SELF ESTEEM SECTION*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your self-esteem extremely low?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Not extremely. I'm shy but at the same time outgoing. Weird? You just have to talk to me first xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in yourself?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Yeah, just too lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wish you could be someone else?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Nah =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*ABOUT MYSELF*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Blackish Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Just for the earings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tattoos?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Nope, thinking about getting a real one though. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straight hair or curly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• wavy-ish straight. o.O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAVE YOU EVER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugged someone you didnt know?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hahaha! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on the phone until the sun came up?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughed so hard you peed in your pants?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hell no xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*THE LAST*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person you talked to in person?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• my mom, planning out stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person you hung out with?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Mom and my bro, downstairs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing you said out loud?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• "Off ko na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing someone said to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• "Di na" =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*RANDOM STUFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like surveys?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Yeah, sure. Keeps me a little busy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of soap do you use?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Bar? Dunno what brand really. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have mental breakdowns?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*CURRENT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Desperately looking for someone to go with to Amoranto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Woke up and didn't bother to brush my hair. Go figure. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desktop picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Windows Vista wallpaper. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-4658313928500886197?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4658313928500886197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=4658313928500886197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4658313928500886197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4658313928500886197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/write-your-name-without-eshima.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-6390406121595781056</id><published>2007-04-09T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:16:45.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was Stupid Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why? No? Well, I'll tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8am which is still early for me and the room was fucking bright so I covered my face with a pillow. [Note to self: thicker curtains.] Then, half an hour later I woke up from slight suffocation 'cause of the damn pillow. So I was forced to get up seeing that I can't go back to sleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few Kisses left from last night so I ate them of course. You snooze, you lose. I peeled one and shoved the foil wrapper in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my laptop and got on YM as usual. I kept on pressing enter without finishing the damn status. Ergo, the incomplete stats if you noticed. Kept on picking the wrong stat too. For example: I was gonna choose "Busy" and chose "Stepped Out" instead. Of course, that was only an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on making typos. Like spelling near as neer (Humph). Or typing hekko instead of hello (Bee). Or speaking in Filipino to a Canadian (Kyle). And others I can't even remember. I think I also told Nikki a something secret that was for Angie. Sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were signing up for Kick boxing. Yes, I'm taking kick boxing in hope of losing some weight and also get a little stronger. Although people say I punch too hard, I still feel like I'm becoming a wimp. Not hanging out with the guys anymore makes me like such a girl. I know I'm a girl, duh! But I hate being a girly girl. Anyway!!! Back to me being stupid. We were filling out a form and it asked for my birthday. I wrote March 8, 2007 instead of 1991. Wow, I was born last month. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a classmate of mine at Celebrity btw. Karla Guiab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I was so bored and looking for something to do. I saw the hair iron so I straightened my already straight hair. And then, I was looking at the mirror to see what I was doing. Hand was supposed to go left, it went right and I kinda burned my ear. Nothing serious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took a bath, I put on the conditioner first before the shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Anna about NoFX coming here. I said N-O-F-X instead of NoFX. Gah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? The day was pretty hazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-6390406121595781056?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6390406121595781056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=6390406121595781056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6390406121595781056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6390406121595781056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-stupid-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-63744594094755263</id><published>2007-04-04T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:44:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's another update for you guys. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my cousins from the province, Pangasinan, came here to QC. So, we met up in Megamall, where we swapped quick stories of how life's been for us since we last met. Of course, I didn't tell my stories because.. well, it was either go drama or brag. Hahaha. What? Anyway, I told my cousin Khina all about Anna's Louie. Haha, sorry Anna. It's your fault for not being there. No worries, didn't say anything bad about him. And then of course there was eating. Haha. But after that, they had to leave. It was a long trip back to Pangasinan after all. Then, my bro Andrew and I watched the movie Wild Hogs. Haha funny movie. Loved the soundtrack too. Then, strolled and hung around wherever. Then I saw Kevin. Kev! A friend of mine that I haven't seen for quite sometime. And he thought Andrew was my boyfriend. Gah! You sick mofo. Don't you see the resemblance? Anyway, after that I saw Ninay. One of my batchmates. Haha. Then after my mom was done with her patients, she was all.. 'gwapo nung patient ko no? Nakita mo ba?' And I was giving her my 'are you crazy?!' look. And then she was all.. 'hindi para sakin! para sayo! ang tanda tanda ko na!' I actually knew that. Hahaha. But it was fun none the less. Her patient was actually okay looking. ;] hahaha jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-63744594094755263?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/63744594094755263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=63744594094755263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/63744594094755263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/63744594094755263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/heres-another-update-for-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3401883325277045005</id><published>2007-04-01T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:25:38.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......................... /´¯/)&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;Middle Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Actually began back in medieval times. French warriors would cut off the middle finger of British archers since this was the finger used to pull the string back on the bow. Archers who replaced them would stick their middle fingers up mocking the French showing them they got their finger and they're gonna launch an arrow through your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~In present day, a gesture meaning fuck you, also an easy way to end a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Today the middle finger means "FUCK YOU!", but was actually invented in Golden-Age Athens 2500 years ago, not Medieval times. It originated from Ancient Greek comedy called The Clouds by Aristophanes. In this play, the actors mocked a politician by stating that his competitor had a longer dick. They showed this by running around with their middle finger pointing out from their dick area. It was meant to be stupid. It's meaning changed over time, but always was considered insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!! I was bored and I began to wonder where "the finger" or "flipping off" came from. Urban Dictionary is my new dictionary. hahaha. All these results came from www.urbandictionary.com btw. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3401883325277045005?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3401883325277045005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3401883325277045005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3401883325277045005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3401883325277045005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8784488082681263644</id><published>2007-03-31T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:39:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz_main.php?id=3162&amp;amp;source=quizilla"&gt;Which Band Member Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're destined to be with a drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onstage, drummers usually have to stay in one place and keep the beat going. Off stage, they're far less predictable. Drummers are known for being wild partiers, but you seem like the kind of person who'd have no trouble keeping up. Drummers sometimes wear very little clothing (guy drummers may even go shirtless), but you have no objections to their casual, sexy style! No matter how old the drummer is compared to the rest of the band, he/she tends to act like a playful little kid. The stereotypical drummer isn't concerned with looking like a brilliant intellectual in interviews, because it's more fun to joke around than it is to take the questions seriously. When you hear that a band is recording with a drum machine instead of a real person, you feel like they're missing the whole point of rock 'n' roll. Real drummers are passionate and a little bit wild, and no machine could ever take their place in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. What? I was bored. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8784488082681263644?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8784488082681263644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8784488082681263644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8784488082681263644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8784488082681263644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/which-band-member-should-you-date-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8786099118767851689</id><published>2007-03-28T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:49:53.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 377px;" src="http://www.olipettigrew.com/images/1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THAT would be Oli Pettigrew. Another crush of mine besides Joo Ji Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;He's British, but he was born in HongKong. And now, he lives in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;He's the host of TechnoMax in Animax. He's also a model.&lt;br /&gt;My friends think he's hot. But you see, I was first.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, he's MINE. Hahaha. Yes, psychotic? Don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've enrolled in Expert Guides for Review Classes. Batch 12. =]&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the lady told me to tell other people who reserved for a slot in Experts to pay already.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Hm.. Oooh. I'm hooked with the series Prison Break. Even bought DVD, fake of course. And other movies. Let the marathon begin! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8786099118767851689?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8786099118767851689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8786099118767851689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8786099118767851689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8786099118767851689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-would-be-oli-pettigrew.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-7213934544711708107</id><published>2007-03-17T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:09:11.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I watched the movie "300". I know it's been showing for quite some time now but a lot of crap got in the way like exams, requirements, and me being pissed of at a certain friend. Secret! Hahaha. Anyway, the movie was so fucking cool. Better than I was expecting it to be. I knew it was good, but I didn't know it was like 'Holy shit, astig' good. Anyway, I wanna see it again!!! I was with my brother when I watched it. Next, I'll be viewing it with Kim. Then another time with Karla and Aly. Then, I dunno. If I'm still up for it, I'll watch it another time after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I'm looking forward to this summer. Yes, I'm a fan of the movies.&lt;br /&gt;1. Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (May 25 US)&lt;br /&gt;2. Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer (June 15 US)&lt;br /&gt;3. Spider Man 3 (May 2 Ph)&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (July 13 Ph)&lt;br /&gt;5. Shrek the Third (May 18 US)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the US showing dates don't differ from the ones of the Philippines. I dunno. Depends on the movie, I guess. Anyway, some of those aren't really gonna be shown this summer. School starts June, right? Also, I'm sure there are more movies that I forgot or haven't heard about. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the dude who portrayed the Spartan King also played the role of the Phantom in Phantom of the Opera? Uber cool! =B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;"Spartans! Enjoy your breakfast and eat heartily, for tonight we dine in Hell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spartan King Leonidas is my hero. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-7213934544711708107?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7213934544711708107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7213934544711708107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-i-watched-movie-300.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-6309687401572618648</id><published>2007-03-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:37:11.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday. March 9, 2007. Last day or 3rd year!!!!! yaaaaaaaaaaaay! Anyway, after school, we all went to my house. All 10 of us. Me, Kim, Karla, Jowa, KatGon, Kat Montes, Mots, Tis, Reg, Chiong. And of course, Kuya Andrew, who drove us. Then, tambay at home. Lamon. Elvie arrived. Lamon. Lamon. Walking round the village. Scared them with a few "ghost in the neighborhood stories". Uhm.. Tambay pa. Lamon. Then played games. Lamon. Then slept. Then woke up. Then tambay, lamon, got ready. Went to MOA. Watched The Hitcher. Played at Timezone. yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. March 11, 2007. It was Kit's Grad Ball that night so she spent the whole day getting ready. So I tagged along. They went to the spa. Yeah, first time ko. Binyag raw ng pagkadalaga. Hmph. Anyway, super awkward. You're supposed to do stuff in only your undies or swimwear. So yeah. At least it was only me, my mom, and my sister. So yeah. After the sauna, jacuzzi, pool, and shower stuff, we went for the massage. Massage felt soooo good. Nyahaha. I almost fell asleep on the bed. Anyway, while Kit was getting her maku-up and hair done, I had them clean my nails. Gah.. so girly. Anyway, I was browsing through the colors. Pink? NO!! White? Ugh, no. Orange? Yellow? Blue? Silver? Nooooooooo.. Other colors unknown to me.. er.. no. Transparent? Why paint then. So I went with black. Anyway, went back. Brought my sister to the venue. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Mag-isa ko sa mall. Haha. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-6309687401572618648?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6309687401572618648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=6309687401572618648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6309687401572618648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6309687401572618648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-6102831007888924187</id><published>2007-03-08T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:25:44.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me... =]&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally 16. I'm glad that I'm growing up. I'm a step closer to legal driving and legal drinking. Driving and drinking put together is not good by the way, kids. Haha. Anyway, it's great but I dunno. It's fun being young. Next thing you know, you're going to college and then getting a job.. soon enough you're gonna die. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a happy day, and a happy day makes me a happy girl. =] Woke up to the text messages of people. Then went to school. Greeted with hugs and gifts. Fun fun fun. Something weird happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK:&lt;br /&gt;March 7.. I was chatting with Kat Montes. She was showing me pics of stuff from the shop It's Cool! (TM) Then I saw this pillow with an adorable cow and panda. I really really liked it. And when I want something, I'll do whatever I can to get it. So I asked Kat where I could get it. She told me to buy it in Eastwood since the stalls in other branches are always sold out. I was already planning to buy it. I was also gonna send the picture to Anna since she owes me a great gift. (Ahem ahem) That's how much I wanted it. [End Flashback]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning. Kimmy passed by our classroom with this huge paperbag of It's Cool!. Then greetings and then hug =] (First time ata kong ihug ni kim ah xD) And then when she left, I opened the bag. I saw the head of a panda. It was the pillow I wanted from the store! Yay! Then I went to Kim to tell her about it. I dunno why the hell I was crying. Haha.. Touched? Overwhelmed? Happy? Ewan. Basta. It was really fascinating how that happened. That's one hell of a coincidence. It's fate! Destiny! Gahahaha! WTF right? Then when I was back in my classroom, I read her card.. I was muttering to myself: 'tangina mo kim' while laughing.. alone.. at my desk.. with tears still evident in my eyes. Good no one thought I was going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom forgot it was the 8th today. No wonder she didn't greet me this morning. Usually, my mom would be the first to greet me. Well, she's a mom. She's like a kid's number one fan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she just realized it was my birthday when I entered the car with the gifts. But she has a gift for me.. I can feel it.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.. it's one weird day alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday doesn't end until tomorrow. Yup, tomorrow is the celebration. Still waiting on other gifts. Haha. Whaaaaat? I love presents. I don't care how much it is or what it is. A gift is a gift. It's the thought that counts. If you don't give me a gift then there's no thought there... hahaha jk. Anyway, THANKS SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO GREETED ME. I LOVE YOU ALL. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of the geefs: (la kong magawa eh.. maya na ko magaaral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/P1080840.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one huge paperbag.. it's bigger than my locker. o.O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/P1080842.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts.. gifts not given today will still be welcomed oh-so-warmly xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/P1080855.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pillow &lt;3 The cow and the pandy are both uber cute =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-6102831007888924187?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6102831007888924187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=6102831007888924187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6102831007888924187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6102831007888924187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3501176883582645930</id><published>2007-02-19T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:51:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things to say.. but I'm too lazy.. so ito nalang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We're planning on having gigs outside. Me, Kim, and Elvie. But we still need a drummer and a vocalist. Preferably guys. No, di namin papatulan. Haha. We listen to guy music so.. honestly it doesn't sound good when a girl sings it. And a guy drummer, kasi... ang pangit kung isa lang yung guy and lahat kami girls. Yung di naman pure emo pinapakinggan please. Kasi sa kanila Elvie and Kim pa nga lang, talong talo na ko. I'm not saying I hate emo, di ko lang trip karamihan. And of course, they would have to live here in QC or Manila but near QC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~3 weeks nalang and vacation na namin. Yay! But that also means malapit na ang hell. Tambak sa requirements and todo quizzes and exams. May mga project pa naman akong di pinapasa. Gawaing tamad. Crammer mode nanaman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pansin niyo ba nagiging taglish na sulat ko and not pure english? Kakatamad na kasi.. sa summer back to english na ko. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Last Saturday, we went to La Salle Greenhills. May gig sila Kim. Okay lang. May isang band na magaling. Maka-metal. Magaling talaga sila with all honesty. Kaso ang yayabang masyado. And di naman niya masyado iniidolo Metallica no? May paturo-turo pa nalalaman ang loko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Since 2nd quarter, di na kami naglipatan ng seats sa classroom. But starting tomorrow kahit saan na pwede umupo. Everyday kahit palipatlipat ka. Kung natural na to sa iba, sorry naman. First time ko. Hahaha. Pero... I'll miss Reg so much. Haha. Friend/kaaway na joke/ka-share/ka-agaw kay Joo Ji Hoon. Anyway, sigurado bukas wala na ko upuan. Parati akong late dumating. Hahaha. Gigising ako ng maaga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joo Ji Hoon. Actor ni Prince Xin/Shin/Gian sa Goong/Princess Hours. Shit. Nakaka-adik siya. Ito epekto ng lampas 1 year na walang bf hahaha. But really... tignan niyo naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/photo12653.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/img27614690ch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3501176883582645930?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3501176883582645930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3501176883582645930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3501176883582645930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3501176883582645930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-are-so-many-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-4158924142200666946</id><published>2007-02-12T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:07:52.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... Do I have to update? Nakakatamad. Hahaha. Anyway, after all our hardships, we ended up with Caryll as our drummer. Yeah, I never gave up on pae until Ms. Sacdalan said she would NEVER approve of pae being our drummer. And I guess it's alright. After our final practice before the bandfest..&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Me: Kuya, sabog ba tunog?&lt;br /&gt;Joro: Uh.. uh.. Hindi&lt;br /&gt;Me: Di nga&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang tambay sa studio: Okay yung guitars. Kaso.. parang butas yung tunog ng drums&lt;br /&gt;Me: :D&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Sabi sa inyo kulang drums niya eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. Bandfest day.. Went to school.. Pull out ng 10:30am, yung iba dismissal 1:50pm.. Pinakain kami ng school. Free food!!  Went to iRate Nymphs (Studio).. Practice.. Went to Kim's house to shower.. Went back to school.. May soundcheck raw, wala namang umakyat ng stage.. Late na nagstart.. Mga 6.. Double-check ng tono sa backstage.. Akyat sa stage.. Tugtog.. Daming nag cheer.. I'd like to thank my loyal supporters.. Haha jk.. Pero di nga.. Thanks to those who were screaming out my name.. Pat! Patots! and then may buong buo na sinigaw ni Karla.. Patricia! Hahaha.. And then nagulat ako, I saw my mom in the crowd. This is my first gig that my mom knew of, yung ibang kasama sila Humph patago. Anyway, gah nakakahiya. I was supposed to scream father in Chopsuey but then I couldn't reach the mic. Leche. Ang ikli ng cord. Parang pang effects lang. Grabe pag makita niyo yung vid, I was really pulled back cause of the cord. Haha. Anyway, pagkatapos magplay baba. Iwan guitars sa backstage. Punta sa crowd. Hanap kina mots, nood, cheer. Daming nagsabi na magaling kami. Ako naman thank you lang ng thank you but deep inside my head, I'm like.. Uh.. okay ka lang? Panay sablay kaya. xD Anyway, natapos bandfest ng 11 instead of 10 and can you believe it? STC ditched Kjwan. I'm not saying that I love Kjwan but it's the most decent among the guest bands. Kjwan even cut their performance short in Xavier just to be able to play in STC, and on the way Saki called them and said wag nalang pala just because there isn't enough time. Sana Sugarfree nalang tinanggal. Anyway, after ng bandfest we went to Starbuko. We being me, kim, elvie, abby, and PJ. Then around 12 punta sa house ni kim. Sleepover. Pero bago matulog inuman muna. Kaso bawal raw magingay kasi magigising mga tao. So tahimik lang ako kasi pag ako nagsalita nang may tama, mejo pasigaw. xD Then tulog ng mga 4am. Gising ako ng 6am. Had to go do #1. Then gising ng 10 and had to go do #1 again. Tagal gumising ni Kim. Aly invited me to go to the Xavier Fair. Kaso walang transpo and mejo may hangover ako. The hangover wasn't a big deal pero wala paring transpo. There's always next year anyway. Then tambay lang the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. I finished the series Princess Hours. Hahaha. Laughtrip kaya. Kala niyo wala kong interes sa mga ganyan. Like I said, I'm a sucker for romance. Anyway, nakakaaddict. xD &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-4158924142200666946?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4158924142200666946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=4158924142200666946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4158924142200666946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4158924142200666946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-2540105443903281460</id><published>2007-01-31T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:07:52.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MXkDkHWKYOY/RcB0svICUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Utl7VATrVkk/s1600-h/scanticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 234px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MXkDkHWKYOY/RcB0svICUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Utl7VATrVkk/s320/scanticket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026145496058712658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; The STC bandfest. "Theresian Rhapsody in Concert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much?&lt;/span&gt; ONLY 50 pesos. Discounted if you buy from me. Maybe 40 or 30 pesos. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; STC high school covered court. Entrance is Gate 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Febuary 9, 2007. 5:30-10:00pm which would probably extend to 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt; Kiko Machine. Kjwan. Rivermaya. (There's one more guest band but it's unknown and not sure. Offered by the radio station who is sponsoring us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who else?&lt;/span&gt; Theresian talents. There are 12 bands and 4 dance groups. (bands are takes from 32 so they gotta be worth something to have gotten in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What for?&lt;/span&gt; It's for SEFI students. The students in STC who can't afford the tuition. And for Gawad Kalinga. The program where they build decent houses for homeless people. All the money goes to charity. The bands are actually playing for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh! Do I have to?&lt;/span&gt; YES! I'm playing. This is the first and last time I'm playing in the bandfest. If you wanna know why, you're free to ask me personally. Also, the songs that we're gonna play aren't really STC-type of songs. More of heavy 'guy-music'. It's not really appreciated by most girls in STC so the band would really appreciate it if there were supporters cheering us on. I'D REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT. I SWEAR I WILL LOVE YOU IF YOU SUPPORT US. Still not good enough? If you're lonely, you can hunt for girls or boys there. In the dark. Grab someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-2540105443903281460?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2540105443903281460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=2540105443903281460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2540105443903281460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2540105443903281460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-stc-bandfest.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MXkDkHWKYOY/RcB0svICUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Utl7VATrVkk/s72-c/scanticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-1940147505582080635</id><published>2007-01-21T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:02:46.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTERCONNECT 2! Saturday, January 20, 2006! Bands: Blazing Bulalakaw, Ang Bandang Shirley, Giniling Festival, Radioactive Sago Project, Paramita, Up Dharma Down. 6:30-12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, there was a concert in our school yesterday. I was kinda surprised since the school, being the corny sucky school that it is, finally decided to have a slightly improved school function. Anyway, before the thing started, we decided to eat out first. Original plan was in Ice Monster. Not so crowded place that we usually hang out in. But then we changed plans and decided to meet in school. I came first then I saw Karla. She wanted to go to Starbucks so I said sure. We weren't really sure where the nearest Starbucks was so we asked for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Uy, tanong kaya natin kung san.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kanino? Sa kanila? (Points to a group of girls)&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Taga STC ba yan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Parang hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Excuse me. San yung pinakamalapit na Starbucks dito?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Malayo po. Sa Banawe po tapos dirediretso.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow. Nakatulong yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Tara na!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Malayo nga raw! (Text ni Tissa: San ka na? School na ko)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Calls Tissa) Uy, papunta kaming Starbucks. Jan pa ba car niyo? dito kami sa.. san ba to?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Calamba st. Sa may Gate 4&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sigurado ka? Oi Tis, Calamba raw. Sa may Gate 4.&lt;br /&gt;Tis: Sige, punta na ko&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes.. Tissa calls&lt;br /&gt;Tis: Dito na ko sa Gate 4. San kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha? San? Nasa tapat ako ng gate&lt;br /&gt;Karla: (Tawa lang)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Baka gate 6! (Calls Karla gago)&lt;br /&gt;Tis: Ahh sige. pano pumunta jan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we caught a ride with Tissa. Hahaha! Pakapalan na ng muka to. Yes, I'm losing my principles. I went to Starbuko. Anyway, after buying over-priced drinks, we went back to STC and met up with Kim. We walked around the Grade School grounds. Huwaw. There were lolas and mommies and daddies and kiddies. Bad move, STC.. bad move. Tsk tsk tsk. And then the stage was low and then there was a little stairs thingy in front. And in front of the stage, people were just sitting on the lawn. WTF right? But they moved away when the bands started so okay lang. Anyway, tambay muna kami while the UP concert singers were doing their thing. Tagal nga eh. Then kain muna. Then tambay ulit. Yes, ganun ka-tagal. And then the bands started. Siksik sa harap. Yup, I would squeeze through the crowd just to get up front. Heck, I'd push someone. Probably not a kid or an old lady. But someone. Pangit parin spot namin. There were two girls in front of us.. Kim's classmates.. who were one of the 'maarte types'. Mentally, I was like.. what the fuck are you doing here? And then there were 5th graders behind us who kept screaming their section to all the bands. Attention whores I tell you. First band was Blazing Bulalakaw. Parang badtrip yung vocals. No one was moving when they were playing. He told us to headbang or something. Ha? Hineheadbangan ba yan? Eh slow song yan eh. Then Ang Bandang Shirley. Ayos sila. I like them. But their songs are a little on the lovey dovey side. But I like them cause their style isn't like most of the Pinoy bands today. Yup, it pays to be unique. Then Giniling Festival. I loved them. Hahaha! Astig yung lead guitarist nila. Aliw yung isang guitarist. Long hair! Yung bassist, aliw rin. Voca... tangina. Sobrang laughtrip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siling giniling (hah hah) siling giniling&lt;br /&gt;S-I-L-I-N-G  G-I-N-I-L-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. LSS? xD Gahahahaha!!!! Then Radioactive Sago Project. They played Baboy. Hahaha! Baboy raw ako. xD Yeah! Then.. Paramita. Er.. umalis nalang kami. We sat somewhere in the lawn. How would your feet feel if you were to stand in a crowd for hours and not be able to jump/move around? Then Tissa left. Pinapauwi na. Haha. Kim and I went back to the crowd when Up Dharma Down was playing. Er... okay lang sila. I guess. Then end na. Then uwian. Hatid si Kim kasi it's dangerous to ride a trike that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, please please please go to the Bandfest on Feb 9. I'll be playing and our band went through a lot of shit to keep it together. So please. Haha. I need your support! xD Asenso naman guestbands eh. Although, they're not my type.. they're kind of big time bands that would attract crowds. Kjwan, Rivermaya, ChicoSci, etc. Sobrang daming pending raw. Pano ba naman kasabay ng bandfest yung Xavier Variety Show &amp; UST Variety Show. Sino ba nagorganize nyan? Una kami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-1940147505582080635?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1940147505582080635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=1940147505582080635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/1940147505582080635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/1940147505582080635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/interconnect-2-saturday-january-20-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-816044627798315385</id><published>2007-01-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:36:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Been an extremely long time. So let's make our way backwards again. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Very weird day. Haha but fun nonetheless. During Research class, we were doing experiments in the lab. Our group couldn't do our experiment coz it was too complicated, so I was just jumping from one group to another. Looking for something fun to do. Which were... watch people melt chocolate. Eat peanuts. Watch boiling water in beakers and shit. Bothering Tissa and chasing her around. Gahaha. Anyway, I was watching them heat the peanuts when the water started over-flowing. They were shouting and calling for Sir Maki. Meh, I didn't really stand back since it was just boiling water and it didn't scare me much. So I was pretty much in front when Sir came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir: (Water splatters on his arm) Aray!&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Gano na katagal 'to nagbo-boil?&lt;br /&gt;Group: Uh..&lt;br /&gt;Sir: (Looks at me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir! Di po ako taga-dito! (Goes behind Donella.. who was in my group)&lt;br /&gt;Donella: Sana nag-oo ka nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Panic? Then, I was so hyper today. I dunno.. I was just weird. Then last period - Geometry. I was about to finish when Mrs. Garcia was watching me answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Mahirap? Umoo ka.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh.. (Smile. Shrug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. last time she asked me that I said no. And then she said something like.. mahirap raw, panay tama sagot mo..&lt;br /&gt;When I was relaxing after the test, waiting for others to finish, she took my paper and looked at it. May mali raw. Last item. Then she told me how to do it. Then I did it. But I was feeling kind of pressured since everyone was done and some were watching me and waiting me to finish. I never finish last in Geomety tests so.. yeah.. pressure. My hand was shaking and my brain was kinda woking slow. Yeah, I easily get pressured. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss: OS ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ako po?&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Di po.&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Malapit na?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Shakes head. Goes back to panic-answering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Talagang gusto ni miss perfect score ako. xD Then after the test, Mrs. Garcia told about this contest thing. Everyone who was good in Chemistry, Alebra, and Geometry were to join in some contest thingy, but the girls who were in the training program were not including. Meaning, the smart kids like Yanpi, Jowa, Reg, Lienne, etc. weren't joining. Just smart but average kids. Then she started mentioning names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Ms. Beronilla (Abby)&lt;br /&gt;Students: (Clap. Cheer.)&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Ms. Lapid (Mica)&lt;br /&gt;Students: (Clap. Cheer.)&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Ms. Chiong (Alessandra)&lt;br /&gt;Students: (Clap. Cheer.) Go Tsong!&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Ms. Diaz (Me. Pat. xD)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Makes an odd face) Ha?&lt;br /&gt;Students: (Clap. Cheer. More on cheer.) Woah! Si Patots!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Deep deep in my mind: WTF? Tangina.. ayoko!)&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Ms. Gamalinda (Denise)&lt;br /&gt;Students: (Minimal cheer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Yeah.. not much people like her. Oh well. Anyway, hm... I guess I could participate... Don't they know my Algeb grade probably dropped during the 3rd quarter. I failed quizzes and the test. Yeah, didn't study and I didn't listen to Sir Ben on that quarter. Uhm... there's always the 4th. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday, the 16th. Our first band practice. Labo. No vocalist. Just Me, Kim, Elvie, and Pae.  Walang napuntahan. Practice of Mata ng Diyos. Think of a good bandname. Think of a good 2nd song. Think of a good sound check. Dapat malupit. First impression lasts. Haha. It was still fun though. Lamon after the practice. Then uwian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th. A Saturday. We went to Greenhills. Promenade. Buy tickets for the movies. Eragon. Griffin &amp; Pheonix. Robinhood comedy something. Tagalog movies. Tagalog films automatically crossed out of our list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ano gusto niyo? Comedy or Love Story?&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Eragon. =D&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ang kulit! Napanood ko na nga yun eh!&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Haha&lt;br /&gt;Tis: Ako rin gusto Eragon.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Grr. Sige na nga. Panoorin ko nalang ulit.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (Nakonsensya) Haha. Hindi! Wag! Napanood na niya yun.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Comedy or Love Story?&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Ayoko ng love story! Comedy!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jacky Chan?&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Yack! Ayoko ng Jacky Chan!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ba't hindi? Okay naman ah. So love story?&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Eh..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Vote ko love story nalang. Parang pangit yung comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Tis: Sige, love story nalang.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: sige na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up watching Griffin &amp;amp; Pheonix. Nakakatawa yung katabi namin. Kung umiyak parang namatayan. Sige, choke on your tears. Tapos kinikilig. Eww. After the movie. Tangina ako lang naiyak saming tatlo. Not exage like the girl in our row. Just teary eyed. xP I'm a sucker for romance. Yeah. I admit it. Haha. Love makes the world go 'round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... others.. I can't remember. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-816044627798315385?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/816044627798315385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=816044627798315385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/816044627798315385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/816044627798315385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-8931581074468958905</id><published>2007-01-06T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:10:40.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December 30 - 31. Saturday &amp; Sunday. It was Karla's birthday sleepover thing. Haha. Who was there? Karla's relatives. Me, Aly, Alexa, Jowa, Ninay, Katkat, Kuya Levin (Did I spell that right?), and Chengly were there. But only Aly, Jowa, and me slept-over. Of course Kuya Levin and Chengly slept-over too. They were Karla's relatives. Anyway. Hung out in the condo. Hung out in Promenade. Hung out in Timezone. Wasted lots of cash. Hung out in the condo. Played PS2 complements of yours truly. Barely slept. More games. Chit-chats. It was fun. Haha. Pics in my Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's eve. I slept around 7-12. What? I barely had sleep at Karla's party. Woke up. Received lots of text messages. All greetings. Greeted everyone back. So if you know I have your number and you didn't get a greeting from me, especially when you're a Globe-user. It's not my fault. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's day? Jan 1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KENJI YOSHIKAWA. &lt;/span&gt;If you're reading this, yes I do remember. Who couldn't? It's Jan. 1. Haha! xD Anyway, Cabonce family came here to visit us. I loved the cookies 'n' cream cheesecake by the way. Haha. Anna finally received her bday/xmas gift from me. She loved the skirt I gave her. Of course, even if I'm not girly, I have good taste. Bahahaha! Anyway, they left pretty early. Pfft. I think they only stayed for two hours? You're no fun. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 3-4. Karla and Aly slept-over here at my house. Haha nothing much. Watched movies. Played video games. Slept late. Woke up late. Went to the mall. Spent money. Looked for Soccer stuff. Haha. Yes, I'm taking soccer sessions with Karla in summer. I've always been interested in Soccer. Yeah, it's the only sport that caught my eye. I've wanted to play since I was a kid and I've always envies my guy friends who know how to play. Damn bastards won't teach me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. School starts on Monday. Intrams. Blah. Also, cramming starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, pics in multiply. 3 events. Comment damnit. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-8931581074468958905?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8931581074468958905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=8931581074468958905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8931581074468958905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/8931581074468958905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/december-30-31.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-1856654669406202333</id><published>2006-12-29T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:28:55.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, been a long long time. So.. how's my vacation going? Fine so far. Nothing extravagant this Christmas. We didn't even have a Christmas Eve party or what we call Noche Buena. Partially because the whole Baldueza clan wasn't there. Yep, it's all Anna's fault. Hahaha. It was just Me, my mom, Andrew, and Kit who came home to the province. And then the Bernardos, Uncle Reo, and my Grandpa. So we all just ate out. I even slept in early unlike all the other Christmas eve's. Yeah, I always stay up until 3am or 4am or I don't even sleep at all. It's either with Khina, or with Anna, or with them both. Oh well. Hm.. I've been staying at home most of the time. It's not that bad, at least compared to previous years. Although I haven't seen my friends since school was out, I haven't died out of boredom like from the previous years. But of course, I miss my friends. As you all know, my best buddies are all away now. Humphrey's in Europe, CJ's in America, and Jimmy's back in America too. I miss Kimmy and Tissa too. Actually, I've grown fat this vacation. I don't know why though. I barely eat. Seriously, like once or twice a day only. Maybe it's because I sleep so much. Hahaha. I don't stay up anymore since the router's out. Only the main computer, this one, has internet. Hm.. As for the band, we're still stuck in a dead end. Blah, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Merry Christmas to everyone. ^^&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-1856654669406202333?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1856654669406202333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=1856654669406202333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/1856654669406202333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/1856654669406202333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow-been-long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-7529683194402452014</id><published>2006-12-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:20:47.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been how long? Dunno but it seemed so long. Lot of shit happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misha, our vocalist, may or may not be able to join the band. Not sure yet but right now it's tilting a little more to NOT being able to join us. Yup sucks. She's like the most decent vocalist too. Others? Shit. Anyway, Caryll's mom has been talking to other moms about me. Like she doesn't like my attitude and shit. Aww I feel so touched. Although my image/rep is totally ruined and my dignity totally damaged, I don't care that much like I would have thought I would. Haha dignity? image? Been listening to Religion teacher too much. I know, and I don't even believe in a god, right? But who said non-believers don't have values? Another thing.. yeah she's been talking to other people about me not believing in God. I mean.. what does that have to do with her daughter being kicked out of the band? And why talk to other parents? Why not mine? Or better yet me? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because she knows she's talking bull. &lt;/span&gt;Yes, that earned a bold font. If she's like that, no wonder her daughter can't say anything in front of my face. Yeah, in Caryll's section, we come out as the bad guys. Mainly me 'cause she hates my guts for a reason I don't really know. Now now, I'm not being a hypocrite. Well, I know I am one but not in this case. I can't really be frank right in front of their faces 'cause once again they'll use it against me and would act as if it's some big deal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They really need a good hobby. &lt;/span&gt;I know I got a lot of bad traits on me but geeze, just ignore me if you don't like them. Simple. You like me, we hang. You don't, better stay clear of me 'cause I'm not changing. Black sheep of the family? Heard that before. Bad influence? Old news. Taboo? Pfft. Parents don't really like me. But some do so too bad for those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, been really busy attempting to complete my requirements. Yeah, because of my extreme laziness, school shit just started crashing down on me. And then next week is our quarterly exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ left for America last Tuesday and I dunno when the hell is he coming back. Probably after a few years or so. xD Then Jimmy's going back home for Christmas and not just for the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-7529683194402452014?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7529683194402452014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=7529683194402452014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7529683194402452014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/7529683194402452014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-so-its-been-how-long-dunno-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-5490226367481956809</id><published>2006-12-09T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:53:49.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay so we had our Songfest last Thurday..&lt;br /&gt;Songfest: new thing STC came up with. Every class of each level would compete with each other. Each level would have one song that they would practice.. put dynamics, tempo, and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;Example, all third years would sing "Pasko Na" and each section would compete. Guess what, our class won first place. Haha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Thursday still sucked.. Misha may not be able to join us since her mom is friends with Caryll's mom. She said that her mom said that it might offend Caryll's mom. First of all.. what's done is done. She was kicked off and she will not be taken back. Second.. what do moms have to do with it? It's a band.. not a fucked up family shit. And during the songfest, Caryll's mom was staring at me like I did something so fucking terrible. Kim said she was being stared at too. It was irritating but not at all scary. She thinks her staring would do shit? Oooh.. I'm being looked at.. Save me.. I'm so scared.. &gt;&gt;; wtf.. Oh and I heard she's talking nasty shit about us.. Like we're all the bad guys.. I dunno.. Oh and I feel so sorry for Elvie coz Caryll's putting the blame on her.. And it was Elvie's birthday last Thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was going through old CD's a little while ago.. found the Limp Bizkit CD's xD&lt;br /&gt;They're fun.. My new "pissed off" song.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Break Stuff"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Its just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When you don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fucked&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sux&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know why&lt;br /&gt;But you want justify&lt;br /&gt;Rippin' someone's head off&lt;br /&gt;No human contact&lt;br /&gt;And if you interact&lt;br /&gt;Your life is on contract&lt;br /&gt;Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the he says she says bullshit&lt;br /&gt;I think you better quit&lt;br /&gt;Lettin' shit slip&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the he says she says bullshit&lt;br /&gt;I think you better quit talkin that shit&lt;br /&gt;(Punk, so come and get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now im dangerous&lt;br /&gt;We've all felt like shit&lt;br /&gt;And been treated like shit&lt;br /&gt;All those motherfuckers that want to step up&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;br /&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;br /&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;br /&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;br /&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break your fuckin' face tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;Give me somethin' to break&lt;br /&gt;Give me somethin' to break&lt;br /&gt;Just give me somethin' to break&lt;br /&gt;How bout your fuckin' face&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!...&lt;br /&gt;A chain saw, what!!...&lt;br /&gt;A motherfucking chain saw, what!!...&lt;br /&gt;So come and get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-5490226367481956809?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5490226367481956809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=5490226367481956809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/5490226367481956809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/5490226367481956809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-so-we-had-our-songfest-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-4431501535201536312</id><published>2006-12-06T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:08:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We finally told her that we wanted her off the band.&lt;br /&gt;So now our new drummer is Pae.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that problem was over but then it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Elvie talked to her about being in a band and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Then she told Elvie "TY kasi narealize ko na wala kang kwenta"&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Naghahanap ba siya ng away?&lt;br /&gt;Coz if she is, then I'm going to give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;I know it was addressed to Elvie but we all decided on this so that means she's saying we're all worthless.&lt;br /&gt;But even if it's just for Elvie, I have no problem with carrying the burden on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It's what I do. Away ng kaibigan ko, away ko rin. What are friends for, right?&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Whatever she throws at Kim, Elvie, or Misha's face, I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;If it gets physical, I won't hesitate to fight back. But since she's bigger than me, if I can't take it? I know CJ's got my back. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, addressed to Ica. Look, I'm not an attention whore like you are. I don't write about my problems here to get attention and for people to pity me. Problems are a part of my daily life and this blog is like a diary. But I don't want to call it a diary coz it's too fucking girly. Anyway, I am aware that this blog is public but only friends of mine know of this blog. Maybe some strangers visit but I don't really care about them. Also, I don't give a fuck if people read this crap or not. I don't care if they pity me or they think my little rants are stupid. I just write here because I want to. And I'm writing this here because I'm tired of talking to you and I know that you will read this since you are so interested in other people's lives and you're creepy. =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-4431501535201536312?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4431501535201536312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=4431501535201536312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4431501535201536312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4431501535201536312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-finally-told-her-that-we-wanted-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-6154464047894570409</id><published>2006-11-27T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:39:55.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I didn't go to school today.. I just stayed at home and.. just did my thing as the lazy bum that I am.. Anyway, I checked out this quiz from quizilla.. What? I was bored... "10 most annoying bands/singers ever" She put Aerosmith in 10 and she put Elvis and Michael Jackson on 6th. That dumb bitch doesn't know what she's talking about.. Figures since her username has 'all american rejects' in it.. Michael Jackson may be this creepy pedophile but hey, he made great history in music.. And Elvis rules all.. and Aerosmith, well they're not that great but I kinda like them.. xD But the Fall Out Boy being in number 1 and Paris Hilton in number 2, I have no problem with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this thing Humph told me about.. Never heard of the bands 'til now but anything with music, I'm there.. Plus, with 100 bucks, you can get in and you get 2 free beers.. Anyway, I was begging CJ to come and be my bodyguard and stuff but he has this gig and Jimmy's coming with him since they're both in the band. Demmet.. Anyway, whoever wants to come, just tell me.. so we can go together coz.. the more the merrier xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done ranting.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-6154464047894570409?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6154464047894570409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=6154464047894570409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6154464047894570409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6154464047894570409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-6206035492131272125</id><published>2006-11-26T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:43:09.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. so Outbound trip last Friday.. It's like a fieldtrip except a little less fun, more tiring,  more educational.. Anyway, we went to Seven Lakes, San Pablo, Laguna.. Some of the lakes looked beautiful while some looked like garbage.. In the last lake, we went rafting and then we jumped off of the raft.. Whoo! First I thought wearing the orange floating jacket thingies was no fun but then after jumping in, holy shit it was deeeeeep! Then after the hiking, rafting, walking around and going "Fuck!" whenever I stepped on loose soil or horse shit, (Yes, there were horse shit in the trail) we went to a resort. But since the other sections took so much time before getting back, our swimming time in the pool was cut short to 30 minutes. So I didn't swim, just changed into fresh clothes. Then uh we got back to school around 9? and when I got home, I was tired and sleepy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to The Block with Kim and Tissa. We agreed on meeting there 11am. Wow! Ang aga ng 11am nila.. 3pm.. xD Yeah, all that time I was alone and standing in the mall waiting for them. I couldn't sit in the restos since there were so much people. Oh well. xD I looked like a loner. The cute little doggies kept me entertained. There was once again a dog show. I want my own Siberian Husky.  Did I spell that right? Anyway, we watched happy feet. "You don't have to be rich, to be my boy.. You don't have to be cool, to rule my world.." Haha.. fun song.. xD I offered Kim my jacket.. Wow.. gentleman raw ba? o.O Oi, I'm straight.. And then we thought there was this bf-gf in front.. They were cuddling.. Then I realized they were both dudes. I mean, I don't have a problem with guys liking guys but.. they were CUDDLING!!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the contest between Jimmy and I is still on.. The person with more fans wins..&lt;br /&gt;The guys refuse to vote for Jimmy. Hahaha! Anyway, when the contest is done, we'll post the names of those who voted. Nyaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-6206035492131272125?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6206035492131272125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=6206035492131272125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6206035492131272125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/6206035492131272125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-823394016438973001</id><published>2006-11-22T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:54:10.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so the band got in.. Yay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't such a great day.. let me tell you about the auditions first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Uber Flashback~&lt;br /&gt;We were scheduled after lunch. Anyway, Kim changed the tune of her guitar. And my guitar got out of tune. And there was no time to tune them all ourselfves so we borrowed a tuner. Okay, then we got one. There was no amp except for the ones inside the Conference Room. The guys that STC hired tried to tune it for us. They only made it worse. Morons. jk. xD Anyway, it was already our time so we just borrowed the guitars and bass of the other bands. Sabog yung intro. Bahaha! And I was supposed to sustain but I ended up doing the original riff. But it couldn't be counted as a mistake. Then the drummer stopped in the chorus. I used the chord progression in the verse for the chorus. Bahaha. Oops? Well, it wasn't that noticable. Kim heard it though. Kim made a mistake in the final riff. The judges were: Sir Villoria (Math teacher, I think.. ), Ms. Ilano (Music teacher), and our music teacher in our level whose name I always forget. Their comments were:&lt;br /&gt;-mas magaling first band ni Misha (vocals)&lt;br /&gt;-mahina lead ni Kim (wala kasing distortion amp, should've brought my effects)&lt;br /&gt;-nagdrdrums pala si Caryll&lt;br /&gt;-they didn't expect us to ba able to do Mata ng Diyos. mababa kasi voice ng vocals nun&lt;br /&gt;-good raw&lt;br /&gt;-versatile&lt;br /&gt;-may edge&lt;br /&gt;If there were other comments.. I'm sorry, I forgot.. xD&lt;br /&gt;~End Uber Flashback~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, they announced the winners, I heard our temp bandname. I was happy. Like this ^^ Out of the 5 bands in our class that auditioned, only 2 got in. Aphelion and our band. So.. I dunno.. we got lucky? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, trouble begins. Caryll, our drummer, talks to me. Nagalit raw kuya niya kasi di namin ginamit yung guitars when he needed it that day. Why didn't he say so? I have a guitar but it wasn't in tune with Kim's but there would have been other solutions to that. Sheesh. Bumaba raw grades ng kuya niya dahil samin. Ahem. Excuse me. We didn't really ask him to go to all our practices. I mean, I appreciate him helping the band but it wasn't like an obligation for him to do so. Then sabi raw ng kuya niya, yung kuya lang niya and si Misha pwedeng pumili ng kanta for the bandfest. I asked if we could have a say in it. She said no. WTF?! That got me quiet and out of it. I was trying not to get too pissed off. Then Caryll and Tis went off to buy something. When Tis returned, naiinis raw sakin kuya ni Caryll kasi tinotopak ako sa practices. Another wtf. Anyway, after that I decided I wanted to quit the band. Don't get me wrong. It's not because her brother dislikes me. I couldn't give a shit or two. But I'd rather quit than be in a band that runs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, I was quiet, I couldn't bring myself to tell Kim about it. I know she's my bestfriend but how do you tell your bestfriend that you want to quit when you decided on having the band together? Anyway, I ended up telling her about it. xD Duh. I would have to sooner or later anyway. Apparently Caryll told Kim that it was me to be kicked off the band or her. Anyway, she told me I couldn't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After S.E.G., more talking about that topic. Pae raw ipapalit. I know.. so many characters in my blog that you people might not know. You'll get to know them later on. Anyway, we were talking about it Kim, Tis, and I and Kim said when she told Elvie about it that Elvie would rather have Caryll out. Okay, so there's just one last person we have to ask. Misha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although this day is so confusing. I'm thankful to have friends. xD&lt;br /&gt;What made my day? Friends. A certain video. I just claimed the 30GB iPod. o.O;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-823394016438973001?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/823394016438973001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=823394016438973001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/823394016438973001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/823394016438973001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-band-got-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-2271243420296091324</id><published>2006-11-19T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:14:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post today.. sorry but I couldn't resist xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2pm.. CJ and Jimmy met with me just outside my house.. Then, Ica passed by which was odd. It's more of a one way out neighborhood. Cough Faker Cough. Anyway, she just interrupted our conversation and said she was thirsty, so I went in and came back our with a glass of Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ica: Thaaaaanks. (She had this sweet flirtatious tone.. I'm not a dude.. Maybe she's THAT dense)&lt;br /&gt;Then she sips from her drink and the guys and I go back to talking when out of nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;Ica: What is this? Beer?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... =|&lt;br /&gt;CJ: WTF...&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: o.O (He stole my wtf look &gt;.&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh.. Yeah.. beer..&lt;br /&gt;Ica: Oooh.. Sarap.. What brand? (Surap raw xD)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pepsi ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ica: Huh? Kala ko ba beer? I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Slapped my forehead.. I tend to do that)&lt;br /&gt;Ica: Whatever&lt;br /&gt;She left then we laughed about it.. Bahaha! Remember the time she tried to drink her first beer a year ago? She couldn't even take a freakin' swig. May pa-sip sip pa siyang nalalaman Anyway, Jimmy brought me vanilla flavored YanYan (My favorite xD) for a get well gift while CJ gave me a pat on the head and ORDERED me to go back to bed.. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. feeling a lot better..&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here, staring at this free iPod my dad got. It's 30GB!!! I forgot how big is my mp3 player is but right now it has 262 songs which is not enough. According to the box 30GB is equivalent to 7500 songs. But I'm totally against iPods coz it's beyond over-rated. But.. this one's free.. and has a huge memory capability.. and I love free techy gadgets.. and Captain Jack Sparrow's on the cover of the box. &lt;3 lurve.  &lt;br /&gt;But. I don't even know if my dad's willing to give it to me. Well, I guess I have to work my uber powers as the youngest child. Some say I'm spoiled. Some say I'm manipulative. My mom calls me Garfield. Right after she saw the movie for the first time she said I was just like him. Lazy, glutton, fat, controls people, so on.. I can't say she's wrong.. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've been spending so much money with texting since we lost our internet. But now we do so none Globe users, reach me through messenger or call me. It's your money to spend xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-2271243420296091324?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2271243420296091324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=2271243420296091324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2271243420296091324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/2271243420296091324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/second-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-3964072932297930235</id><published>2006-11-19T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:15:40.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have internet again.. yay xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick since friday.. fever. my mom thought it was dengue so my dad brought me to the hospital. It's not dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to the last band practice yesterday. Auditions are on Tuesday. We haven't passed the band profile yet. I don't even know what our band name is. Apparently I'm too picky. So I'm leaving it to them. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our 2nd Quarter grades. My average increased by 0.1... xD&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy's an OS (Outstanding Student.. in most schools Honor) Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidance teacher counseling.. Ms. Karen laughed at my studying skills. Go home, toss the school bag away, go to school unprepared, study during breaks before the actual subject with the quiz or homework. I rule at cramming. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of CJ's friends, his going away party is on Dec 9&lt;br /&gt;I think his flight is on 11? 12?&lt;br /&gt;Then Jimmy's leaving next.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno when thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-3964072932297930235?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3964072932297930235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=3964072932297930235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3964072932297930235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/3964072932297930235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-have-internet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-4260929624869456469</id><published>2006-11-12T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:51:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't been online for some time now.. My dad's changing our DSL to.. DSL.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Let's work our way beck, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Right now: Sitting here in Celebrity Sports Place using the free WiFi internet.. So haffee! Internet my love.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: Band practices from 3-7 that was supposed to be 1-4.. late eh.. xD Laughtrip.. We were thinking of ways to move during the auditions.. Dapat active! Haha.. muka kaming mga gago.. but when Kuya Neil came home around 6:30, la na.. Shy na.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Band practice disaster.. Trouble with our schedules.. And we decided to kick Karla off as vocals because she hasn't attended ANY of our practices.. Some of the practices were even scheduled for her but she just happen to forget to tell us she can't go.. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Band practices during sem break: Can't remember.. xD Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Oct 31: Happy Birthday again to Tissa and Reg.. Anyway.. Tissa's birthday party slash costume.. Didn't have a costume.. not that I didn't want to but I didn't know where to get decent costumes.. Anyway, because of me, Kim didn't wear her costume.. When we got there we just used make-up.. Kawawa naman si Tissa eh.. xD Ooh.. I puked btw.. I ate so much and I was so full.. then I heard there was beer.. I was like.. BEER!!! And just a second after the last swig of the bottle, everything I had started going up my throat and out the yap.. xD Oops?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I think that's it.. I can't remember everything else that happened since the last post.. Basta.. A LOT has happened&lt;br /&gt;That's it.. Bow ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-4260929624869456469?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4260929624869456469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=4260929624869456469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4260929624869456469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/4260929624869456469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-i-havent-been-online-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-116213204241750509</id><published>2006-10-29T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:56:01.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys this post is extremely important.&lt;br /&gt;I know, two posts in one day, but I just had to put this one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this.. "We didn't win, but we sure as hell rocked!" xD &lt;a href="http://alibots.multiply.com/video/item/4"&gt;http://alibots.multiply.com/video/item/4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the crowd roar with cheers! Hell fucking yeah! xD I usually don't care about school functions like this but I think the decision was unfair. First of all, the CD jumped in the beginning. Second, the judges suck like fucking maggots crawling on shit. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-116213204241750509?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116213204241750509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=116213204241750509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116213204241750509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116213204241750509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/guys-this-post-is-extremel_116213204241750509.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-116212942202722324</id><published>2006-10-29T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:56:01.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys this post is extremely important.&lt;br /&gt;I know, two posts in one day, but I just had to put this one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We didn't win, but we sure as hell rocked!"&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alibots.multiply.com/video/item/4"&gt;http://alibots.multiply.com/video/item/4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the crowd roar with cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Hell fucking yeah! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't care about school functions like this but I think the decision was unfair. First of all, the CD jumped in the beginning. Second, the judges suck like fucking maggots crawling on shit. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-116212942202722324?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116212942202722324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=116212942202722324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116212942202722324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116212942202722324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/guys-this-post-is-extremely-important.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-116211163265208589</id><published>2006-10-29T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:56:00.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First band practice (Tuesday): Months before, we already decided on playing Rockupation for our audition, but STC sucks and they told us we have to play an OPM song. That really pissed me off. Anyway, during the practice I gave them the option of Mottaka by Cheese or Mata Ng Diyos (English Version) by Wolfgang. In the end we settled for Mata ng Diyos.. tagalog. Bahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Practice (Friday): I knew some of my part. Hey, it wasn't that easy since there really wasn't a rhythm guitar part in Mata Ng Diyos. During practice, I completed my part. Elvie was done to begin with. I attempted to teach Kim how to read tabs. I taught her one part where we'd be playing the same thing. Kimmy didn't do her part. Bad Kimmy, bad! Hahaha! Anyway, Caryll's bro was there. Kuya Neil was it? And then kain kain. Drank more than a whole 1.5 liter bottle of Coke that day. So... you can only imagine how hyped up I was. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DancePro/Family Day aka School "Cheap Shit" Fair: It was okay, everyone expected us to win but we didn't. Other girls cried. I was like.. wtf. xD The CD jumped during our turn so.. I dunno if they noticed. The rest of the day, we just hung out at the Grade School lawn aka Ligawan Venue. Hahaha. Anyway, we were going back and forth with different kinds of food. It was pretty obvious we were being pigs with food. Hahaha xD All the weight I lost during the practices wasted on that one day of food-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Slept all morning. Laughed my ass off all afternoon. Gonna cut my hair and I dunno.. Get it.. fixed? Hahaha. My hair sucks right now. The next time you see me it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-116211163265208589?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116211163265208589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=116211163265208589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116211163265208589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116211163265208589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-band-practice-tuesday-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-116142418200560726</id><published>2006-10-21T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:56:00.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My body is sore from non-stop practices for the Dance Production.. Damn bending.. Oh and I'm at the bottom of the pyramid.. It's gymnastics not cheerleading.. No fucking way gonna be a prep.. Watch me! on the 28th, 10am, in the Covered Court, STC QC &lt;p&gt;Yesterday.. Caress Me Down by Sublime was stuck in my head and I was playing it in CJ's computer so I sang along.. Afterwards the guys were all quiet and awkward.. Hahaha! xD Anyway, I was prodding them to talk again and eating an apple.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CJ: Okay, you listen to guy music too much... be a girl for once..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jimmy: Dude, leave the lady be..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CJ: She's too butch to be a lady.. look at her.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: (Cut the apple, eat from the knife)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jimmy: Yeah but she's got a knife, dude.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Micu: And I thought I was gay..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.. Anyway, Micu the goth boy burnt me some CDs with AFI, Cadaver X, and Cradle of Filth. Cradle of Filth isn't new to me.. Bro gave me his old CDs long before.. AFI isn't that new either.. Know a couple of songs.. Not Cadaver X though.. then after he handed the CDs, he was like.. "Pat, I assure you this is not Emo.. Fucking emos are Punk ass-kissers and Goth wanna-be's" Well, something like that..Then he goes back to drawing what seemed like carcass being fed upon by a demon dog xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Micu says I should avoid depressing music.. It's bad for me.. and that I should get a bf.. wtf.. You know I would if there was anyone decent around and available xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-116142418200560726?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116142418200560726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=116142418200560726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116142418200560726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116142418200560726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-body-is-sore-from-non-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-116091566809498333</id><published>2006-10-15T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:56:00.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday/Thursday: Voice Conference with Humph, Seage, and Jimmy. They kept on calling me Patrick. xD Anyway, Humph had my blog open and he was singing along to Bloodclot. Shit, he got better since he left. And bands in London are actually asking for him to join instead of the other way around. Anyway, I was like 'whoa.. that was hot' after he sang.. I even heard Vince doing the back-up in the background. I miss those two. Anyway, I'm so proud of my bestfriend. You gotta love the guy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: We went to the mall after school. Didn't have much money, but had enough for a movie. We watched "My First Wedding". It was okay. Not really worth the 110 bucks though. Oh well. Then we went back to Tissa's place. Took pics again. Lang sawa. Kimmy told me I look like a dude with my hair tied up. So did Kat, Karla, and other people before. Nyah. We (Mother, Brother1, Brother2) were supposed to drop Kimmy at her house but we waited for my sister first. So kwento kwento between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: So fucking dull. Just talked to Jimmy and CJ all day. Was hoping Robby would go online but he didn't. Can't really call him since he live in America. I'd call his cell but I'm broke. Robby= hot, not a loser, isn't a jackass either, probably one of the sweetest guys you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Went to SM West with my bro and my mom. I had to get out of the house. Don't care with who or where. Anyway, we checked out the new part of the mall there. It's actually nice. Had the new mall smell. xD There was a Dog Show there. Yay! Duggehs were uber cute. Lot of German Shepherds, Pugs, Poodles, so on. I want a Terrier or a Chiao Chiao. Dunno if I spelled that right. Haha! Anyway, I love my dog Wizard and all but he's not exactly a house dog. I want a dog that would follow me around and be all loyal and would comply to whatever I tell him to do. Fwahaha! Then I saw Tam, waved and stuff. I was on the second floor and she was on the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass. I know, I don't believe in God but I'm doing it for the family. Don't want my mom to die because of high-blood pressure coz of me. xD Anyway, I was sitting outside when a teenage couple sat beside me. The dude had a symbol of Anarchy on his shirt. I had a feeling he didn't know what it meant so after the mass I asked him.. it went like this..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me.. ano ibig sabihin niyang nasa T-shirt mo? -point-&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Uh.. di ko lam eh..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Di ako sigurado pero ang pagkakaalala ko Anarchy ata? Ano yung Anarchy? Anarchist ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Uh.. Sorry, nagmamadali kami..&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha! Then a little after we got home, I called Anna. We made plans on how we would meet and how our Sem Breaks are gonna go. I'm planning on staying at her place. Haha! Only if Tita would let me though. xD But then, can you really count on parents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-116091566809498333?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116091566809498333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=116091566809498333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116091566809498333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116091566809498333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/wednesdaythursday-voice-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-116022790756914490</id><published>2006-10-07T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:56:00.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday: Last practice for Musical Play. We we're gonna play one song in the Play.. Blue Moon which was played by a band in the movie. Anyway, I was on bass. Listening to the song, I thought I couldn't figure it out and we needed to practice it. So we went to Kat's house. Neex, Nica, Pau, Me.. and of course Kat. Apparently Blue Moon is a popular piano piece.. Didn't know xD Anyway.. we didn't do it exactly like in the song.. We made it easier.. C.. D.. A.. G.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Musical Play. Taranta kaming lahat. When we played Blue Moon, Neex started with the drums.. I was supposed to come in after the 4th count.. But then Kat said, "Di pa.. later pa.." Then Neex said, "Ngayon na.. " I didn't know if we were supposed to start or not.. xD Oh well.. Started late but it was okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Anna, Neex, Chy, and Mikey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: We had classes.. Half-day.. Bought Anna a gift.. Expensive.. Yeah, my mom bitched at me about it.. but when she saw it she said I had good taste.. OF COURSE!!! Fwahahaha! And she said, "Masyado mong mahal si Anna" Haha.. True.. I tend to be passionate in choosing gifts for Bestfriends, Close relatives.... and boyfriends? xD Bahaha! Anyway.. may atraso nga sa 'kin si Anna eh.. Bakit ko ba rineregaluhan? Fwahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday aka Tomorrow: Anna's taking her test in Taft.. Hopefully, I get to see her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar high from Sansrival goodness&lt;br /&gt;Bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-116022790756914490?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116022790756914490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=116022790756914490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116022790756914490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/116022790756914490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/tuesday-last-practice-for-musical-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115966182300129244</id><published>2006-10-01T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:59.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our class planned on having practices for our musical play at my place. There were supposed to be 20+ of us there.. actors, director, and the music committee of which I am a part of.. but only 5 could make it. Hahaha! So instead of practicing, we just hung out. Hosting is not easy.. -.- They had me go up and down the stairs for my guitar, my amp, the kayboards, adaptor, cords, CDs, so on.. and by they I mean Katkat. Haha jk xP First we just played randomly.. some were on the e-drums.. some were playing the accoustic guitar.. some playing the electric guitar.. some on the piano.. some singing.. pero iba-iba tinutugtug namin.. Haha.. They can't relate to my music anyway.. Save for Neex who knows some of the bands I like.. but still not all of them.. Then, we watched Kat's dance recital.. Ate lunch.. then watched more.. (in this post, Angela Katrina Montes will be Katkat and Kathleen Lantoria will be Kat.. just so we're clear on that) Then we practiced a little.. Picked some background songs from CDs, played various songs from the movie, decided if we're still gonna play or just use CDs since the play's on Wednesday, etc. Then, we talked about ghosts.. Dunno how we got to that topic.. Then, I showed them the attic.. Then went down to chat more.. Blah blah blah.. Then my dad came home and started talking about stuff.. I wasn't listening.. I was trying to get him to go away.. xD Then they went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pics are in my Multiply.. Go. Look. Comment if you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115966182300129244?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115966182300129244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115966182300129244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115966182300129244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115966182300129244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-class-planned-on-having-practices.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115935551579533477</id><published>2006-09-27T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:59.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>September 25.. Angela Katrina T. Montes's 15th birthday&lt;br /&gt;September 26.. Maria Kharina B. Bernardo's 15th birthday&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Saturday, September 23, Kat had her party at the Events Place. Yeah, she's loaded. She changed her outfit 3 times during the party. Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what to tell about? Highlights of the party.&lt;br /&gt;~Humphrey and his band couldn't go so.. no gift of music. xD&lt;br /&gt;~Then, we were an hour late so most of the tables were full so we had to sit in this one table with one adult.&lt;br /&gt;~Also, because of that, Kim and I couldn't drink. I was staring at the bottles of Vodka throughout the party. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;~There was this performer who was huge and was wearing a mini skirt and a sleeveless top.&lt;br /&gt;~And she was kicking around while singing.&lt;br /&gt;~Then, after every performance, people kept saying Kat's too young to have a bf.. Ehem ehem.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;~We went home around 12. Brought Kim home.&lt;br /&gt;~Found out Jimmy and CJ were both wasted. Totally jealous. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kat.. reyna ng QC? &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00239.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, Me, Ninay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, Ja, Gago &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, Me, Steffi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fat lady in mini &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katkat 2nd outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, Me.. Haw? &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, Me, Jeanie, Steffi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim, Me, Kat, Jeanie&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me n Kim.. banyo xD&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The old mirror pic &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kat's band.. 3rd outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="255" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/DSC00230.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bored na.. muka kong bata xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why here? Too lazy to upload in Multi&lt;br /&gt;That's all.. bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115935551579533477?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115935551579533477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115935551579533477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115935551579533477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115935551579533477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-25.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115866839438867730</id><published>2006-09-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLARET-STC INTERACTION 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our interaction with Claret. For that occasion, we were asked to make masks since the theme was a masquerade. Anyway, here's my mask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as easy as you think.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they walked inside, I could see them through the door. Laughtrip. First thing I saw was Darth Vader. I was laughing by myself in my seat. The helmet had a mic inside. Uber cool. Then others came in.. there was a spiderman, a batman, jason, ghost from Scary Movie, so on. They all bought their masks while we slaved over ours. Well, not really slave over it but there was effort. xD Some of them wore shades... losers -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game.. We were given these pieces of paper. Claretians had different sheets from ours. It was like bingo. There were stuff like 'wears braces' or 'car lover' and such. If it applies to you, you sign the paper. Theresians sign the Claretians' papers and vice versa. It was actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;Game2.. We played Adam, Eve, Serpent which was just like Bahay, Tao, Bagyo.. When the person who is it says Adam, guys get out of their seats and find another.. when Eve, girls.. when Serpent, both guys and girls. It brought my crush to sit beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, a crush.. Just a crush.. I don't really know him so it would probably go away in a week.. Anyway, his name is Kyle.. He signed my paper x) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. skipping the other parts.. Near the end of the interaction, we exchanged tokens with the Claretians. We gave them rosary bracelets.. for guys. It's not like I chose it, I don't even believe in God anymore. So when I found out that was the gift for them, I was like 'wtf?!'. Anyway, from afar, I thought their token for us was a CD. Apparently not.. There were two stickers inside which said CSQC-STC interaction blah blah blah.. yadda yadda yadda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. that's all. Other pics will be posted in my multiply when I get them from my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115866839438867730?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115866839438867730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115866839438867730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115866839438867730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115866839438867730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/claret-stc-interaction-2006-today-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115796769232550194</id><published>2006-09-11T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:59.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday: People here at home were watching a season of The OC. I had nothing to do so I joined them. Actually, I had tons to do.. but you know.. xD In my mind, I was like: 'What the fuck? Not only are they all so preppie but they're emo!" It's full of preppie-emos. It's like the worst kinda and the third worst kind put together. To me the second worst would be the eggoi's. Those.. hiphop rapper dudes in big white clothes.. thus the name eggoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Didn't go to school. Dysmenorrhea. I know, boys... too much info or eeeeeww, right? xD Anyway.. I could barely stand coz it's like all my strength is being drained and my lower abdomen totally hurts and I was vomiting last night. I missed the Chemistry test. It's like the only test I actually look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: Almost. Almost done reading Lovely Bones for the English project. It's really good. It may be the first novel I actually finish. It's about this dead kid and her life. Murderer was totally freaky. Love the morbid parts. I stopped reading coz it's getting dark now and I'm starting to feel paranoid. Fwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Nyah. Have more school stuff to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115796769232550194?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115796769232550194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115796769232550194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115796769232550194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115796769232550194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-people-here-at-home-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115762882965815379</id><published>2006-09-07T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:58.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday: My brother, Andrew's birthday. Happy Birthday Kuya. =D&lt;br /&gt;(Kuya.. automatically means the eldest.. the tall guy with curly hair.. I don't call the other one kuya.. name lang.. xD) Anyway, that night, I couldn't sleep coz I ate almost a whole cake and Pepsi of course. It was 1-2 am in the morning and I could here someone or something roaming around the second floor, but when I looked around there was no one there. And when I lay back down, I hear something move around again. So I ended up sleeping in Kuya's bedroom; playing Fight Night and Grand Theft Auto, then watching Supernova til 3:30am. I used to like the Dilana(sp?) chick coz she's a good performer.... but she sucks at writing lyrics. "Control Alt Delete" What. The. Fuck. I loved Storm's song though. "What The Fuck Is Ladylike" which was censored and 'fuck' was changed into 'what'. "What The What Is Ladylike"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On my knees, on all fours, from underneath.. what the what is ladylike if ladies like to do what the what the just like you, yeah, just like you" -Storm Large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Toby Rand's Throw It Away was kinda good too. Loved the oh-oh thingy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday aka today: Bangag all day. xD Hm.. Chem was so fun. We changed the colors of the flame with different.. uh.. chemicals. xD Astig yung green! and the red one too. Nyaha. Dork mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I've been posting a lot of quickies lately. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Gymnastics fucking suck.. My body freakin' hurts.. Evil..&lt;br /&gt;FYI It's for the school dance production..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115762882965815379?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115762882965815379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115762882965815379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115762882965815379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115762882965815379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesday-my-brother-andrews-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115735816179765472</id><published>2006-09-04T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just like every quarter, I'm posting up my grades. I thought I was gonna fail Filipino, but I didn't. Yay! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: 84&lt;br /&gt;English:  84&lt;br /&gt;Filipino:  78&lt;br /&gt;Chem:    89&lt;br /&gt;Geom:    88&lt;br /&gt;History: 82&lt;br /&gt;TLE:      84&lt;br /&gt;Comp:   92&lt;br /&gt;PE:        84&lt;br /&gt;Music:  86&lt;br /&gt;Adv. Algeb: 87&lt;br /&gt;Behavioral: Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Gineta says I have a great potential to be an Outstanding Student (Honor). And she told my mom to keep an eye on me. And my mom told her that she's my fave teacher. So embarrassing. Oh well. That's all. Bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115735816179765472?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115735816179765472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115735816179765472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115735816179765472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115735816179765472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-like-every-quarter-im-posting-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115725221177991490</id><published>2006-09-03T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:58.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is another quicky. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday: PALIHAN Day. We went to the community. Dismissal was 1:50pm. We went to the mall. Bought a shirt that says 'I love pets' xD Bahaha. Ate at Tokyo Tokyo. Bought photo album stuff. Agawan kami ng designs so I ended up spending 200+ worth of crap. Went to Tissa's place. Kwento kwento. A few pictures. Soundtrip again. My CD's. I'm the only person in the group that brings CD's everywhere I go. Then, slept for 1 hour and 30 mins. Then, ate a little. Siyempre di mawawala ang Coke. Then, went home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Made a new LJ. I'm still keeping this blog though. The new LJ is just for commenting other people so I don't have to put the freakin' "-pat". xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*New pics in Multiply.. Goofy ones.. again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Humphrey Tzu's gone back to London. Aww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115725221177991490?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115725221177991490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115725221177991490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115725221177991490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115725221177991490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-another-quicky.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115666540225713238</id><published>2006-08-27T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:58.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday: Party at CJ's house. Humphrey and Vince are back! Woot! Only for a little while though. Micu, Jake, Mickey, Len, Jimmy, Angie, Leah, Monica, Nicole, Teej, Migs, Kaye, Jimmy were there. Yeah, those were the only people I knew or really got to know at the party. Oh, Paolo, Ica, and Myka were there too. I just chose to ignore them like most of the people there. They're bad eggs. xD I came early so I just slept in CJ's room for a while. What? It was a tiring week! Then Humph and Vince arrived. Hung out in CJ's room more. Talked a lot. Exchanging news of what happened when they were away. Vince found a girlfriend in their first week there. Haha! Classic Vince. Humph started his life all over again. Soccer, band, friends, school. Tough shit. Then other people started coming so we went down to CJ's living room. People were everywhere. Some were just talking. Some were playing music. Some were watching TV. Some were feeding off from CJ's fridge. Some were drinking booze non-stop. Some were making out. Ew.. PDA. Then, dinner by Ate Ang. Yummy. While we were hanging out, Humph was on my left and Jimmy was on my right and Seage was in front of me.  Jimmy didn't know about the Humph-Pat history. xD So, kinda awkward. Then, I snuck back home and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Went to Tissa's with Kim. Played a little guitar. Went to SM San Lazaro which is walking distance from her house. Met up with Mots. Rented a movie. Had some pictures developed. Ate cotton candy. Bought a new CD bag. Had lunch at Flavours of China. Shit. Kakabusog. Walked around. Bought candy. Went back to Tissa's house. watched The Shutter. Yeah, haven't seen it before. It was.. okay. xD Soundtrip with my CD's. Got drunk with Coca-Cola. Made complete fools of ourselves again. With Mamoth this time. I looked like a moron. Pics in Multiply btw. Had to go home. Dad's a party-pooper. Dropped Kim at her house. Then, headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school on Monday. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115666540225713238?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115666540225713238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115666540225713238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115666540225713238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115666540225713238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-party-at-cjs-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115609178437655854</id><published>2006-08-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday: Kim, Tis, and I went to Greenhills. Ate at Mexicali. Dessert looked like CJ's head. xD Watch Mortuary. It was... shit. Salt defeats the thingy. Salt?! And the graphics were crap. Super. And the movies in Greenhills are so expensive compared to others. 160. Yeah, I wasted my money. Oh well. After that, they dragged me into Starbucks. I still hate Starbucks btw. Over-rated shit. But my friends like it there, so whatever. I won't die or anything xD Then, We got bored so we went to Tissa's house. Played Tekken. Ate a little. Drank Coke. Kim and I can't survive without softdrinks. Tied our hair and made ourselves look like cheldren. Acted like complete idiots. There was a black-out. Kapit-kapit. xD Haha! Picture-picture in the dark. Seriously. We're addicted to taking pictures. NOT OF OURSELVES!!!! Each other. There is a big difference. Lights were back on. Took out the hair ties and hair clips. Ouch, man. Then had a little dinner. Then my mom picked me up and we dropped Kim at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are in my multiply, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;~I've gone fat. Really, I'm not over-acting. Look at the pics and see for yourself. Especially the pics from Tis's cam. No, wait. Don't look at the pictures. xD Anyway, I'm really determined to lose weight and... fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm very very very confused about something. Things have changed and I regret committing that mistake and also I regret listening to Anna. Yeah, it takes me some time to accept some things. What? I think I may have lost a friend. I dunno why the person's being weird. I wasn't expecting anything from the person when I did what I did. Oh well. Haha. Am I making sense? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Humphrey Tzu's back from London. Haven't seen him. He's going back after 2 weeks and never to return again. lol jk xD He's coming back but after years and years. So I gotta meet him sometime. Sneaking out again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115609178437655854?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115609178437655854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115609178437655854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115609178437655854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115609178437655854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-kim-tis-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115592061462230281</id><published>2006-08-19T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:58.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday: Chem class: Ms. Gineta (Favorite teacher xD) handed out the test papers of the top scorers in class. Wow! I was one of them. 150/165. Yay! Babaw? Fwahaha! Sorry if I seem to be bragging, but I grew up with my sister being the honor student and shit. Anyway, during class, Ms. Gineta talked to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Kamusta grades mo last year&lt;br /&gt;Me: -shrug- Okay lang po&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Wala bang line of 7?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pinoy po&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Ayusin mo yan ah. Maganda naman performance mo. Mag OS (outstanding student) ka sana kahit isang quarter this year. Kasi yung report card ngayon yung binibigay pag magaapply sa college.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -smile- Yes, miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.. Babaw? Anyway, she does have a point there. But Filipino is sooooooooo boring. I'm more of a hands-on person than a memorize-this-and-that person. Anyway.. 73/100 in Religion. 52/66 in Advance Algebra. 73/96 in History. Yeah, those sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I was forced to tag along with Kat, Neex, and Lique and her bf.. Coz they needed a guitarist.. Then, Ali's plans changed and she came along too. So I was so placed out. It was fun though. While they were playing OPM songs.. di ako makarelate.. Super. In short, wala kong silbi dun. Anyway, one on one sessions kami ni Ali. She knows almost all the bands I like. She knows and likes Grunge Rock! You have no idea how hard it is for me to find people who actually know them and like the bands. So yeah, hyper ako kanina. Taught her a little with the guitar. Weird nga eh. I should be learning from her since she took lessons. I wanna learn!!! Anyway, yun. Ali and I talked about my lack of faith in any god which shocked her by the way, but she still accepts me which is good. Then, music and then the STC mag. I wanna audition but I'm afraid they might force me to write about shit I don't like...... like god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Going to Promenade with my friends instead of Paranaque. I miss Anna and her weird ambition for boys. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: Other test results. Monologue for Filipino and another for English. Have to read 5 novels for this quarter. Shit. I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;PS Anna's dead.. so so dead xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115592061462230281?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115592061462230281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115592061462230281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115592061462230281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115592061462230281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-chem-class-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115576333566426609</id><published>2006-08-17T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:57.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's 5am and what the hell am I doing here blogging.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at 4 and i knew if I sleep more, I'd be waking up quarter to 6 and I'd be late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Exams in College Algeb, Religion, and History. Then, Chem and English. Then, Filipino and Geom. Worst test was the worst subject.... Filipino. Shit, you can't live on stock knowledge in Pinoy. And Geom and Pinoy were the only subject I didn't study at all. So yeah.. Bad decision. xD Today, I'll be getting most of the test results, if not all of them. And I'll be posting them up when they're complete so I can rant about how stupid I am and to laugh at my stupid mistakes in my tests. You can make fun of me too. I have no problem with that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Problem:&lt;br /&gt;It has become worse. The guy who is secret and is still secret. Anyway, someone (Secret coz if I told you all, the guy would know it's him xD) told me that I can't have a crush on the guy or fall in love with him coz he's a chickboy (Just like 80% of teenage boys' population) and that I should have a crush/fall in love with another guy. Okay, so I took the advice. I tried getting the guy out of my head. And.... the thought of Chengly comes instead and the old feelings come rushing back. (You all remember him right?) Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! It's better to fall for a chickboy than my friend's ex. So yeah... Kim agrees with me.. Whoot for the bestfriend.. Karla was all 'Uuuuuuyy Yikeee'.. I know.. wtf?, right? So there.. CJ didn't comment.. He just laughed his ass off at my dilemma.. Apparently, unlike him, I can't get anyone I like.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm not miserable like some people think. I'm happy to be in love. Just problematic. xD Fwahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115576333566426609?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115576333566426609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115576333566426609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115576333566426609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115576333566426609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-its-5am-and-what-hell-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115535708454209177</id><published>2006-08-12T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:57.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post again.. I know.. sunud-sunod.. I can't help it.. I'm all happy and in love.. Hahaha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: Finished the Grey's Anatomy season 2.. since I knew I'd be studying all weekend.. so yun.. cliff hanger yung end.. Meredith Grey has to choose between Derek Shepherd aka McDreamy.. and Phil.. McVet.. Haha.. Go with McDreamy!!!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy thing.. Maybe I should just give up.. He likes other girls na.. And he doesn't live here near me.. So it's useless.. hahaha.. pero okay lang.. It's all worth it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115535708454209177?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115535708454209177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115535708454209177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115535708454209177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115535708454209177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115530049089702527</id><published>2006-08-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning: Reviewing for the TLE quarterly exam.. Morning ceremony line.. Me and Karla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Argh! Naiinis ako&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh.. pag wala akong ginagawa.. pumapasok siya sa utak ko.. Kailangan ko mag-aral!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Uy! Baka mature love na yan! Baka mamaya conjugal na yan!&lt;br /&gt;Me: wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE lesson.. love and relationships.. there are three kinds of love.. infatuation, romantic love, and mature love.. fwahahaha.. under infatuation is puppy love.. and under mature is conjugal (for married people).. Wow.. nagturo na ko ng TLE.. Yuck.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE test went well. I didn't study much.. Browse browse lang.. But the test was a breeze.. Stock knowledge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class.. Library kami.. Read a book.. "Habit of Loving" Haha.. It was okay.. made me mushier than I already was.. Sabi nila naka-smile raw ako while reading.. Hahaha.. Sheeeeet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115530049089702527?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115530049089702527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115530049089702527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115530049089702527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115530049089702527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/morning-reviewing-for-tle-quarterly.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115495276769037541</id><published>2006-08-07T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh... I'm very confused right now... I have boy problems.. I know.. Eww.. Hate it.. xD.. but I'm stuck with it.. Oh well.. Life still goes on.. I bet he doesn't like me anyway.. so no use thinking of it much.. This is a quicky.. I dunno.. I just had to rant.. Hate being in love.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115495276769037541?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115495276769037541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115495276769037541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115495276769037541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115495276769037541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/meh.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115435080172951660</id><published>2006-07-31T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:57.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday.. Kat Gonzales's birthday.. We went to Glorietta to watch Pirates of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest.. All 14 of us.. Hahaha.. I know.. It's weird.. Para kaming barangay dun.. xD Kat, Jam, Poi, Germaine, Karla Gamalinda(Denise's cousin), Denise, Karla, Joanna, Zari, Alyssa, Mots, Tissa, Kimmy, and Me.. Anway, the movie was cool.. and throughout the movie, medyo nangingilabot ako coz of the sea thingies on the pirates' bodies and shit.. xD After the movie, they were about to go home.. Kimmy and I were like.. wtf? We went all the way here just to watch the movie? Sana sa QC malls na lang.. So.. Thank goodness for Tissa's mom.. We stayed behind and just walked around the mall.. Haha.. Kain-kain, tingin-tingin.. Lots of PDA-ing couples in the circle thingy there.. Then, on our way home, picture-picture in the car.. Haha.. Gulo namin.. Siksikan pa kaming apat sa likod.. We were like sardines.. Hm.. Then, I waited for my mom at Kim's house.. I was so tired that when my mom arrived around 9pm, I immediately fell asleep in the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next malling is probably on Aug. 19.. Exams are coming.. Requirements and studying first.. Anyway, we're planning on going to Alabang Town Center.. I miss Anna.. And meet kami nun.. Sorry Anna, not gonna bring boys.. Haha.. Just Kim, Tis, Mot, and me again.. I haven't hung out with CJ and the guys for a long long time now.. Miss them already xD Ever since Humphrey left, I haven't been to their parties and gigs and shit.. Di na ko makatakas ng bahay.. Anyway.. why ATC? We're starting to get bored of the malls here and we just went to Mall of Asia not too long ago.. And I wanna see Anna Bananers.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all everyone.. The pictures I will be posting in multiply tomorrow.. Blame Tissa, she left the freakin' CD.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115435080172951660?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115435080172951660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115435080172951660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115435080172951660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115435080172951660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115378846886661941</id><published>2006-07-25T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:57.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. classes have been suspended since yesterday.. I can't go out.. and I'm freakin' bored.. so here.. quizzes.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Emerald Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/emerald-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you.Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show.People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate.But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chick Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/chick-rocker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're living proof that chicks can rockYou're inspired by Joan Jett and the DonnasAnd when you rock, you rock hard(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff2bf;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne Mathieu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is medium.In general, you prefer to have only one love interest.But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long!There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering.&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.You probably have had a couple significant loves.And you may have even had your heart broken.But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is medium.You tend to be the one with more power.You aren't a total control freak in relationships..But of course you don't mind getting you way!&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hair Should Be Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wild, brilliant, and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;You're a risk taker with an eye to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.But you may be ready in a couple of years.You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Jealous Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/jealous-ex.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not quite over your past, and you are hurt that your ex is moving onYou're no longer in love, but you're not done with being pissedJealous of any happiness that comes your ex's way, you still can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115378846886661941?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115378846886661941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115378846886661941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115378846886661941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115378846886661941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115348827102072291</id><published>2006-07-21T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:56.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday-Wednesday: Retreat.. It was really fun.. lot of activities.. Favorite palanca letter ko was from Ali.. she wrote a poem about the wonder that is a green cow going moo.. xD Letter that made me cry.. of course from my bestfriend.. No not CJ.. Laughtrip kay Seage eh.. From Kim.. Didn't get a letter from Humphrey even though he told me he would send me one.. Oh well.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics.. (Preview lang.. many more in my multiply.. Dyslexic Cows Go Moo.. "Pictures" in the links.. including old events.. starting from when I went to Alabang with my cousin xD yeah.. dami..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="photoimg" style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="300" src="http://images.dyslexiccowsgooom.multiply.com/image/3/photos/9/400x400/9/P1060528.JPG?et=ycln7hCI3VYGoYts%2CpL%2CJw" width="400" /&gt; &lt;img class="photoimg" style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 127px" height="300" src="http://images.dyslexiccowsgooom.multiply.com/image/2/photos/9/400x400/15/P1060536.JPG?et=%2CcvnWo5VnWD88FYfpR0bNA" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a kid.. xD Color!!! --- Joanna and I.. Muka akong tanga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="photoimg" style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 131px" height="300" src="http://images.dyslexiccowsgooom.multiply.com/image/3/photos/9/400x400/41/P1060554.JPG?et=dIpU485HAixbdQb5TfaqwQ" width="400" /&gt; &lt;img class="photoimg" style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="300" src="http://images.dyslexiccowsgooom.multiply.com/image/2/photos/9/400x400/67/P1060572.JPG?et=51lxoU1jbgLEurMWYZieQg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Karla.. --- Pic with the mumu in the bathroom.. lol.. jk.. Katkat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="photoimg" style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="300" src="http://images.dyslexiccowsgooom.multiply.com/image/3/photos/9/400x400/105/P1060603.JPG?et=CND2Dnp6aOdH33X3WG4hcA" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Joanna, Ali, Angel "raw", Tis, Me, Jeanie, Neex, Julienne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115348827102072291?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115348827102072291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115348827102072291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115348827102072291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115348827102072291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuesday-wednesday-retreat.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115301913223649559</id><published>2006-07-16T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:56.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, long before, Humph Leal gave me this list of punk bands in YM.. So I downloaded some songs of those bands.. Not all of them.. Too lazy.. o.O Anyway, that particular type of punk started to grow on me.. I dunno what it's called.. basta un.. Anyway.. I now love Mad Caddies, The Donnas, Catch 22, Operation Ivy, Rancid, and many more.. But.. I still love Grunge, and those old school Rock n Roll music.. It's actually quite refeshing to listen to it again.. So yeah.. I'm not changing my choice of music.. just adding some other genres.. Okay? So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.. Er.. One of my classmates says she has a crush on me.. lol.. most likely a joke.. pero nakakatawa naman.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollection.. or retreat.. I dunno what to call it.. it's not supposed to be over-night kasi.. The past juniors didn't sleepover sa kung saan.. So I guess it's called retreat.. Ewan.. basta yun.. Anyway.. reco letters please =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. what else.. I kinda like this guy? Not that much yet.. Haha.. I just think he's cool.. He's very much into Grunge.. I mean.. I know there are a lot of guys out there who like Grunge Rock but most are like 20 something.. and others? Well, they seem poser-ish.. And this guy seems like he's not.. and he's chinito.. Hahaha.. What? I love chinitos.. xD and.. although I haven't heard him play.. I have a strong feeling that he's good at playing the guitar.. He could teach me.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. I dunno.. I guess what they say is true.. If you don't use it, you lose it.. When I try to play easy adlibs/solos, parang naninigas kamay ko.. Siyet.. And yes, I love listening to guitar solos but I'm not so good at it.. xD Oh well.. If someone would freakin' teach me, then maybe I could be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I'm gonna take drum lessons soon.. I know, I know.. It's better to be self-taught.. but I really don't have a clue on how to play.. Not one teeny tiny bit.. So yeah.. and I think I get my own drum set if I go through with the lessons.. So I think it's better this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will the drums go? In my room.. I know.. I share a room with my sister.. But I'm kinda getting fed up with her.. So I'm moving to the attic.. And that means I get the roof top thingy where we used to hold parties.. Hehe.. Party anyone? No, our attic is not dusty and dark and shit.. It's quite nice.. Haha.. you should all come over some time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115301913223649559?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115301913223649559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115301913223649559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115301913223649559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115301913223649559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-long-before-humph-leal-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115270649236907170</id><published>2006-07-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. so my update is uber delayed.. but here it is.. it will be quick though.. I think.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: We went to SM Mall of Asia.. Again.. it was so freakin' huge.. Although it had only a couple of floors.. it was still big.. First.. of course.. FOOD.. We walked everywhere, looking for a restaurant that wasn't too crowded.. and we ended up in Pizza Hut.. Er.. not the best but it's good enough.. Uh.. I dropped one of the slices of pizza on the table.. lol.. Yes, I know I'm clumsy and I always will be.. I still ate it.. sayang eh.. and the table was clean anyway.. I think.. and they said I should eat it.. DON'T JUDGE ME!!! lmao xD anyway.. we split the bill.. then, we checked out the movies.. We decided to watch Scary Movie 4 instead of Superman.. coz most people said the graphics were good but the story wasn't.. so.. fake DVD? xD So.. we watched Scary Movie 4.. and in one particular scene in the movie, I couldn't help but go "Ooh!" loudly.. like watching wrestling or something.. lmao.. slapstick eh.. Oh and the japanese kid playing the kid from the grudge? I think it's the grudge.. I dunno.. anyway.. mukha palang, natatawa na ko.. Cute but funny xD.. Oooh.. and the son of the leading dude.. Drool.. xD Moving on.. When the movie finished, I saw Sir Zaraspe (egoistic Economics teacher that is pretty close with my sister.. the legend.. jk) with his gf.. again.. I also saw him in Megamall before.. and Robinsons.. and Glorietta (sp?) and SM San Lazaro.. lol.. Good thing he doesn't remember me.. my sister introduced me long before.. I think she wants me to go through hell when I get to 4th year.. Okay.. what was I saying.. after the movies.. We just walked around the mall.. Going nowhere in particular.. then I remembered that skate park thingy Humph told me about.. We were desperate for entertainment.. but not enough to waste more money on another movie.. I thought he typed sroke in YM.. Stoked pala.. anyway.. wala eh.. so more walking around.. There's this non-aircon part of the mall right? We ate ice cream there.. Halos tinangay kami.. Seriously.. I know I'm fat and you can't imagine it.. The wind was that strong.. Anyway.. we bought drinks from Starbucks.. It was okay.. I really hate Starbucks.. it's over-rated.. and there are other coffee shops that serve better drinks.. We sat at that big round place.. I forgot what it's called.. basta.. picture picture.. I'll post the pictures in the picture section of meh blog.. There are too many and I have to select a few if I don't want my page to lag.. or else no one will visit anymore.. &gt;.&lt; Moving on.. when it was 6 something.. We met up with Tissa's mom.. who I am very thankful for because she brought us there and treated us free donuts xD Er.. Sensya.. free loader talaga ko.. But that much though.. xP Just slightly.. Then I was dropped with Kim at her house.. Picture picture ulit.. We were that bored.. her brother was using the computer and some girl I don't know was using the other one.. so yeah.. Then I was fetched there.. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of days ago: I found out from someone that this girl and this guy broke up.. you know them from my old posts.. anyway.. poor guy.. And I don't get why the girl is all dramatic in her YM stats but when she's in school, she's all happy.. There's something seriously wrong with her head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I got to school late.. coz of all the traffic which was caused by the heavy rain.. blah blah blah.. When I entered the classroom, everyone was sitting in place but there was no teacher.. and they told me classes were suspended.. uto naman ako.. xD Well, anyway.. classes were suspended during lunch.. but I was fetched 2pm.. argh.. What a waste of fun and time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115270649236907170?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115270649236907170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115270649236907170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115270649236907170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115270649236907170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115218928880774271</id><published>2006-07-06T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:56.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.. This Catholic school thing is really annoying me now.. And it's not my choice to go here..&lt;br /&gt;So.. Religion class.. Topic: Freedom.. The teacher said freedom is doing what is good.. Thing is they have a different definition of what is good.. Because they're all religious and shit.. I would contradict the school and defend my own beliefs but I can't.. If I do, I'd be sent to THE OFFICE and the guidance counselor's office.. So much trouble.. And my parents would be informed.. And they would say I'm misbehaving.. And, I dunno, do stuff and force me on God and their shit.. Again, so much trouble.. And since I'm not being religious and I don't really believe in this god of theirs anymore, they'll probably send me out of school.. Then I'd have to find a new school.. And leave my old friends behind.. Soooo much trouble.. You know, I really wish I could do something but I don't know what.. Help me.. &gt;.&lt; AND.. I know I'm kinda selling my own self out.. but.. I dunno! Anyway, it's not too late... I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how being a Filipino, I'm expected to be Catholic.. And they say I'm free? Bull.. I should be allowed to choose my own religion and beliefs! They shouldn't tell me what to think and what to do.. Meh ish so confused.. Oh and college? I want to take up medicine.. What's a good medicine university? UP or UST.. I think UP is out of my league.. So I'm stuck with UST.. UST.. again.. A religious school... NOOOOO!!! &gt;.&lt; Bakit kasi walang Med sa La Salle? If ever meron, it's not that well known to be a good Med school.. Any advice? Comments? Anything? It would be greatly appreciated..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115218928880774271?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115218928880774271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115218928880774271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115218928880774271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115218928880774271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115182428265823535</id><published>2006-07-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday: Launching of the yearly English campaign.. It's when we're encouraged to speak in English as much as we can.. uh.. no one really cares.. We still speak in Tagalog.. So the first two periods was skipped for that.. Each year level presented something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshmen.. Acronym thingy.. Laugh trip.. Kulit ng mga first year ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomores.. Jingle.. which was actually a medley.. It was so lame.. They sort of immitated our presentation last year.. Except theirs sucked.. They had an electiric guitar/bass.. I couldn't really see but I'm sure it was electric.. and they played without it being plugged.. LMAO.. Well, what do you know.. They're stupid too.. Oh and they had 2 acoustic guitars too.. They didn't even put a mic in front of it.. Did they really think the whole freaking high school student body could hear it? So yeah.. The singing wasn't good too.. They were too many and I think they had only 2 microphones? They could've asked for more.. The playing of the 'kahon' wasn't right too.. Heck, even when the school directress gave her speech she mentioned she couldn't hear what the songs said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors.. Poem.. by my friend and classmate, Alison Bayle.. Deeeeeep man.. Astig..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors.. Song thingy.. Dunno if Freedom was the title.. but freedom was repeatedly sang.. Angela Calvo.. again.. solo.. Every freakin' time.. Even in the bandfest.. solo ng solo.. She's like the face of the seniors.. What about the other eh? I'm sure they have talent too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Computer class.. I was bored.. Sometimes I fill my mouth with air and make myself look like a blowfish like in one of my pictures.. or sometimes do something weird with my eyes or eyebrows.. Okay so I was twitching my eye for no good reason.. Monty saw me.. Aliw naman.. She called Jeanie, Neex, and Ali to watch me.. Freakshow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Nothing special again.. Was planning to do all my schoolwork and then go out with my friends.. I ended up staying home all day, playing guitar, and sleeping.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into a little arguement with a friend of Kimmy.. Asaran kami ni Kim.. We've never really fought each other.. You can see us cussing at each other or punching each other.. but never had a serious fight with her.. One of the reasons why I lub her xD Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (the insult I can't remember)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: haha&lt;br /&gt;Dude: You shouldn't say things&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige tatahimik na ko.. sabi nya eh..&lt;br /&gt;Dude: It's obvious I meant what you said&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sabi mo 'things'.. Things could be anything.. be specific..&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Maybe you did not comprehend it well.. Let me rephrase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was implying I'm stupid xD I was speaking to him in Filipino.. maybe he thought I didn't know how to speak in English.. o.O or maybe it's because he's in college that he things he's superior.. Egoistic freak.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115182428265823535?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115182428265823535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115182428265823535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115182428265823535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115182428265823535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-launching-of-yearly-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115120792935109753</id><published>2006-06-25T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:56.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday: Kimmy's birthday.. You know Kimmy.. My bestfriend? Playmate? Twin? Duggeh? xD I gave her a uber cute doggie stuffed toy.. and that thick poster thingy from Blue Magic.. which says something nice about friendship.. and a button with the uber cool Kenshin chibi.. Why? It's none of your business.. samin lang yun.. xD Oh and a card with two doggies and also says something about friendship and being there and all that.. Again, Happy Birthday Kimmy! Alabyoo! Fwahaha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Palihan Day.. We have it once a month and do good things like go to the community blahblahblah.. It was orientation.. so it was boring.. We had this activity.. Kinda like the Amazing Race? My group had to go up to the 3rd floor.. Twice.. Shit man.. I was not ready for that.. I'm practically handicap.. xD Anyway, after classes we celebrated Kimmy's birthday at her house.. Just us close friends and Katkat.. Mots was there.. haha.. She left STC to go to St. Mary's remember? Apparently she's the smartest in her class.. Yeah.. That happens.. When you seem dumb compared to the other girls in STC, you'll be smart in other schools.. Some students who left the school because they got kicked out became president or honor students in other schools.. Anyway, we ate.. duh.. Kami pa.. xD Then sang with that magic sing thingy.. Haha.. I didn't know much songs there.. It was mostly Filipino songs and if not pop or love songs.. So I didn't sing as much as them.. Kimmy has a nice singing voice but refuses to be the vocals in our band for the school.. It's hard to look for band members coz it's an all girls school.. And most girls in our school don't listen to the stuff Kim and I listen to.. So yeah.. toughy.. o.x Back to the magic sing thingy.. Laughtrip! Tissai and Mots were dancing like drunks.. Basta.. You had to be there.. xD Then, kainan ulit.. and then.. picture taking? xD I'll post the pictures there (Doi.. where I usually post the pictures) soon.. Kim's being lazy again and won't upload the pictures.. xD I took pictures with my cam too but mostly stolen shots.. so yeah.. Decent pics are with Kim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: We watched Cars.. I thought it would be really corny but it wasn't that bad.. it was actually good.. My favorite car was the little blue one? I forgot the name.. the Itallian tire fixer.. Oh and also the hippie.. I think his name was Fillmore? Philmore? Dunno the spelling.. Hm.. then got my braces tightened.. Before the elastics were green.. Now they're black.. Well, they don't have black but it's dark blue and it looks black and I say it's black therefore it's black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I'll make the music player later.. For now, I shall go have lunch.. Farewell, adios, goodbye, sayonara, paalam, ciao.. Yeah, that's all I can think of xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115120792935109753?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115120792935109753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115120792935109753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115120792935109753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115120792935109753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-kimmys-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115059694286416281</id><published>2006-06-18T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.. Thursday.. Joanna's birthday.. Yeah.. Her.. Gave her a.. uh.. what do you call those things you attach to the cellphone? Looks like a keychain.. Yeah.. That.. It was only 150.. Like I would spend a lot of money on her gift? No way.. Expensive gifts are for real friend.. Like Kimmy! Her birthday is on Thursday.. Saving cash and shopping for her gift is on the top of my list.. Anyway.. back to Joanna.. She strikes again.. Karla couldn't go to her little get together because she had Basketball Varsity practice on Friday.. Joanna was all 'okay.. i understand' on the phone that night.. Then the next day at school, she was ignoring Karla.. What the fuck is wrong with her? Seriously.. Psycho freak.. I really felt sorry for Karla.. Anyway.. Remember, kids.. When there's a bitch among your friends, I shall welcome you with open arms.. xD Oh and.. since Karla couldn't come.. I didn't come either.. What? Joanna was with Chengly.. and she brought Zarah and all those sluts.. And Alyssa and Karla didn't come.. There was no one to protect me.. lol.. or stop me from being too aggressive.. xD So... That evening.. No one was home.. and there was a party at CJ's house.. Let's see.. Alone and freaked out? Or partying and under the protection of my bestfriend? xD Numbah 2 please.. So yeah.. It wasn't a big party.. Just a few people.. Couples.. x.x; CJ forgot to mention that on the phone.. So I was the only single person there.. When they were all sucking each other's faces, I was just drinking.. And went home all light-headed and shit.. Wow.. I got almost-drunk in just two hours.. Oh and.. drinking when your happy is better than drinking when you're all problematic and shit.. Celebrate the good times... =) Oh and I miss Humphrey.. He served vodka.. CJ on the other hand just had beer.. Cheap bastard.. xD jk.. Oh and Leah started calling me her daughter.. Meaning.. CJ is meh daddeh.. Wow.. Chinita + Mistizo = Morena? 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href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115059694286416281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115059694286416281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115059694286416281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115059694286416281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-115003511410090877</id><published>2006-06-11T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday: After school Kimmy, Tissa, and I went to the closest mall to our school.. SM San Lazaro.. We ate at McDo.. Watched The Omen.. even though I knew it was a bad movie and I didn't believe in that shit, I still watched it.. It's either that or Cars.. or X-men which I've seen or these dumb Tagalog movies.. Then we played at the arcade.. Then shopped for a gift for Joanna.. I didn't want to.. but I'm trying to re-befriend her.. so yeah.. Then.. lot of crying from laughter.. I tend to do that when I start laughing too hard xD.. Anyway.. When my family picked me up and we passed through that drive-thru thing.. They made me order.. Anyway.. these dudes working at McDo/Jollibee (Can't remember which) kept pushing each other to give me the plastic bag of food.. And this dude with braces did it.. and he was staring.. and smiling.. freaky, man.. And when we left he was like.. "Thank you po.. We love you.." What. The. Fucking. Hell.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: My sister and I watched this DVD of the lame movie Aquamarine.. It was okay.. It was funny sometimes.. oh and the guy there was hot.. I think his name's Jake McDorman.. Then there was this little get together at CJ's place.. saw the Nikki twins again.. still looking identical.. lol.. Drank vodka.. CJ sucks at mixing drinks.. Humph rules all.. jk xD.. Anyway.. I passed on CJ's "vodka" and just drank beer.. And no I do not get drunk.. I do not intend to.. Why would I do that? Anyway.. That was kinda quick.. Got back home as fast as I could without being rude to my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Afternoon: My bro needs to shoot us for his school project.. He's in college.. and he's making mini films.. Whoo.. I'm a star.. xD jk.. Anyway.. Yeah.. I had to wear an eye patch.. and I looked really funny.. Fwahaha.. Maybe I'll post up a pic of me with the eye patch and the toy gun.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Morning: We went to San Lazaro.. coz we had to drop my sister to UST.. and STC is close to UST therefore UST is close to San Lazaro.. Anyway.. There was a sale in Artwork.. so might as well.. Hm.. Some of their shirts have corny prints on them.. some are okay though.. I saw this shirt with a good green shade.. but it says "boyfriend paramedics".. so... Hell no.. x.x;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-115003511410090877?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115003511410090877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=115003511410090877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115003511410090877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/115003511410090877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-after-school-kimmy-tissa-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114967820777464255</id><published>2006-06-07T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday: Woke up 5am. Got in a car with 6 old women. And was forced to pray against my will. All that just to see my dearest cousin Anna. Oh well. I guess it was worth it all. Anyway, went to Alabang Town Center with her. Treated her to lunch at McDonald's. Walked back to the mall in the rain. Played at the arcade. House of the Dead and Air Hockey. Watched Benchwarmers. It was okay. Kinda funny.. but in a dull sort of way. Bought my school shoes. Looked around. Bought this uber cute key chain. A little black chuck taylor's. Forced my mom to let me sleep over at her house. We played Tekken 4. We had fun texting my ex Uyen. And that weird Roque dude that came out of no where. Then watched some TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Woke up early. Around 6:30am. Waited for Anna to wake up. I was kinda tempted to draw on her face. xD Anyway, then raised the questions Who? When? Where? What? Why? How? before taking a bath. Haha. Fun times. xD Then went to the church thing. Again. Against my will. I think the mass thing is just a dumb ritual. A formality. Irritating. And a few days ago my mom was stressing coz I refused to confess. I don't want to apologize for something that I know I'm gonna do again. Also, there are so many religions. All have 'stuff' to prove it's 'real'. So I think it's either there are many gods or there are no gods and people are just insane. Anyway, I almost fell asleep during the sermon thing. Then there was this exorcism thing. Some fainted. They say the evil was driven out. You can't get rid of evil. Evil is the absence of God. And they say the TV and the internet is the window from hell. It's a window from reality. The world is already hell. I think it's kinda like God's fault. He's not here for us always why blame evil? Oh and this woman approached me and said I was 'beautiful' (not vain.. she said it.. not me..) and that I should offer myself to Jesus and not give myself to boys. First of all.. no.. and second.. I'm not some slut who GIVES myself. I may not be all too faithful to God but I still have my morals. And I do believe in God.. just don't want to follow him.. it's not like I'm gonna go praising Satan.. So jeesh.. And I demand to have an option.. My mom's forcing me on God.. Jeesh.. Anyway.. where was I? The exorcism thing.. The priest was pushing me back so I was forced to sit.. And my mom keeps on telling me it worked.. WTF?!?! She needs to get off my back.. Anyway.. We had to go home.. Haha.. Everytime our car and their car met, we waved at each other like there's no tomorrow.. And my mom "promised" that she'd take me back to Paranaque on Monday.. LIES! Anyway.. here are some pictures.. 1. Me looking like a dork with Anna's glasses.. 2,3,4. Anna and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/fbb8f481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/831d7556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/5b565b1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/ac714e91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 5am coz my school is 30-40mins away from home.. Got to school.. it was sooo boring.. Some of my teachers this year are okay.. but some are not.. Oh and my classmates? I don't like them.. Except Therese, Karla, Kat, Monty, Jeanie, and..... uh... I think that's it.. Kimmy (PLAYMATE! xD) is in III-1.. Evil.. anyway.. after school we went to Ice Monster and well, ate.. duh.. Oh and Mamoth was there.. She doesn't go to our school anymore.. Oh and it's only been one day and I'm already sick of school.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114967820777464255?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114967820777464255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114967820777464255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114967820777464255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114967820777464255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-woke-up-5am.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114935719847071059</id><published>2006-06-03T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1:30am... but I'm not tired or anything yet.. so here.. if there are typos.. my brain's half-asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: CJ recieved mail from Humphrey Park Tzu.. Yeah, his second name is Park.. Anyway, since he knew my situation... with the nosey parents and stuff.. he sent my mail to CJ.. So I snuck out and ran to CJ's house.. yes.. ran.. I think walking to CJ's house takes 30 minutes.. Anyway.. I was freakin' gasping for air when I got there.. CJ opened my mail.. Damn bastard.. Humphrey's letter was kinda funny slash sweet.. As much as I'd like to share SOME of its contents, Humph told me not to.. Knows me all too well.. Anyway.. in the envelope was Tei's picture.. Humph's baby cousin who is totally adorable.. She's six and her dad's chinese and her mom's european.. so she had chinky eyes and gorgeous brown curly hair.. Cute cute kid.. and she was holding a junior guitar which was still a little too big for her.. and Humph was teaching her.. Totally adorable.. C'mon.. who could not love Humph? xD (Aherm.. FYI.. I do not love him romantically.. at least not anymore.. he's just the best guy ever.. Hah.. and I'm the bestfriend.. in your face.. lmao xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Got my school crap.. like notebooks and shit.. Ugh... Evil school... I better get good teachers this year.. I don't want bitter teachers with chalkboards up their ass.. Oh and I spent the whole day going to DLSU then UST then DLSU again.. back and forth.. and then Ateneo.. blah... Looooooooooooooong day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Everyone was out this morning so I let CJ come into the house.. We watched V for Vendetta.. I've seen this movie thrice last week.. I just love it.. lol.. I love V.. I didn't watch the movie in the theaters coz I thought it was gonna be boring.. Then my bro bought a copy.. And now it's one of my favorites.. Then CJ and I ate loads of ice cream.. What? Ice cream is all I can eat for now.. Then we talked about Ica.. After she got out of the hospital, she returned to her old bitchy self.. I remember when I visited her.. She was all pouty and polite.. Psh.. Should've known.. And she said she was sorry too.. for everything she did.. Bullshit.. Anyway.. after watching that we watched a bunch of FRIENDS CD's.. Again.. my favorite too.. Which CJ grew to love as well.. Hah.. My favorite character is Chandler.. the sarcastic dude.. Then.. CJ made fun of the braces... =.= Oy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Chris is making me sleep.. so Yeah.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114935719847071059?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114935719847071059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114935719847071059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114935719847071059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114935719847071059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-130am.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114899218854822615</id><published>2006-05-30T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can all see.. I have a new blog layout.. I'm not all too happy about the 'Glamour' thing up there.. I'm nothing but that.. If only it were Grunge.. Anyway.. I love the unique layout and the green and black... LOOOOOOVE IT.. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning: Spent 3 hours sitting in the dentist chair thingy.. and now I have braces.. Color green elastics! Whoo! I didn't pick black since it would make my teeth look rotten.. Oh and it feels like all my teeth are gonna fall off.. Will it always be so painful to eat? Also.. some people say it looks nice.. some people say I look like a dork.. what the fuck is it? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;-Watched 'Over The Hedge' with my bro.. It was funny.. Not so much of a kid movie.. I love Hammy.. And RJ.. cute but ebil.. x3 What? I love animals..&lt;br /&gt;-Then.. I broke up with Reune.. again.. I want a long-term serious relationship please.. not something that only labels me as his girlfriend but we don't even talk about much.. just fights and the fake 'i love you's'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is.. Brian Reune M. Ayalla.. Is this really his name? How the fuck should I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="ctl00_Main_ucImageView_imgUserImage" style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 105px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="320" src="http://myspace-632.vo.llnwd.net/00711/23/68/711188632_l.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;img id="ctl00_Main_ucImageView_imgUserImage" style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 105px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="182" src="http://myspace-147.vo.llnwd.net/00711/74/10/711190147_l.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;img id="ctl00_Main_ucImageView_imgUserImage" style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 105px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="237" src="http://myspace-467.vo.llnwd.net/00711/76/42/711192467_l.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aherm..&lt;br /&gt;He's good-looking.. but kinda stupid.. on some level..&lt;br /&gt;He's totally emo..&lt;br /&gt;He's way too perverted.. As in.. it's sick..&lt;br /&gt;He's way into mush..&lt;br /&gt;and more weird ass stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (girl) friends say I'm crazy to break up with a "hot" guy..&lt;br /&gt;I like a guy with brains.. and talent.. musically inclined is the best..&lt;br /&gt;He's none of that.. You can have him if you want.. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114899218854822615?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114899218854822615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114899218854822615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114899218854822615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114899218854822615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-you-can-all-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114848986497065991</id><published>2006-05-25T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:55.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, okay.. I know it's 12:37am in the morning and I must be crazy to post something up in the middle of the night.. But I just got home from Mall of Asia and I am tiiiiired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I know my right cheek is all lumpy coz of my dumb swollen gums.. but I still left the house and went to the biggest mall in the Phils.. or Asia.. I dunno.. Anyway, let's just say it's fucking huge and there's a lot of people there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Congo Grill for free.. My dad's a doctor.. and when you're a successful doctor, you get free stuff.. I'm gonna be a doctor by the way.. Don't get me wrong.. I'm doing it for the people.. Okay back to what I was blabbering about.. The restaurant.. They only have stupid Filipino food.. And I can't eat solid food.. So I didn't eat.. I had to sit there while my family was enjoying dinner.. FREE dinner.. And I didn't like the soup served there... Sinigang? Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. We saw X-Men 3: The Last Stand.. Again for free.. and in this special theater thingy.. Only a few seats.. And the seats were............ Lazy boy chairs!!! Oh yeah.. Anyway.. not that important.. Coz X-Men rocks! This one is much better than the first two movies combined.. Hell yeah.. Oh and Jean Grey looked like she was on crack.. and I didn't like the actor for Angel.. Oh! And why was Gambit not there? Gambit is my favorite X-men member.. Oh and I hate Kitty.. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I think I'm done now.. I have a bad headache.. Probably because I didn't eat dinner.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning in.. G'night!&lt;br /&gt;Or probably Good day when you read this.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114848986497065991?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114848986497065991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114848986497065991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114848986497065991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114848986497065991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114837095193602446</id><published>2006-05-23T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:54.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again.. Got this from MySpace posts.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. Can I have a boyfriend just like this?&lt;br /&gt;He has to do all that stuff but at the same time not be all too cheesey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a messed up person.. I know.. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave her cute text messages.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Trust her over everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Look her in the eyes when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her stupid jokes to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Let her mess with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Mess with HER hair.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk around with her.&lt;br /&gt;Include her in most things you do.&lt;br /&gt;When she crys do whatever to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive her for her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Look at her like she's the only girl you see.&lt;br /&gt;Tickle her even if she says stop.&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand even when you are around your friends.&lt;br /&gt;When she starts swearing at you tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;Stay up with her all night when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;Watch her favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;Give her letters.&lt;br /&gt;Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;When she's sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;Let her know she is important.&lt;br /&gt;Let her take all the photos of you she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;And when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;br /&gt;And when you do tell her..&lt;br /&gt;Love her like you never loved before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114837095193602446?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114837095193602446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114837095193602446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114837095193602446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114837095193602446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114835159185606026</id><published>2006-05-23T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:54.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see, there's a new music player on the right.. I know it doesn't really fit well, but who cares? o.O I've done the best I can.. and it took me so long to upload those songs.. Oh and those are probably the most decent of songs in this computer.. I couldn't rip songs from my CD's.. Well, I actually can.. I'm just too lazy.. Couldn't even download songs xD&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes time for some of the songs to load..&lt;br /&gt;And Up in Arms - Foo Fighters has a problem.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to fix it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114835159185606026?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114835159185606026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114835159185606026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114835159185606026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114835159185606026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-you-can-see-theres-new-music-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114822005515780506</id><published>2006-05-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. Where to start? So many things to rant about..&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be a long post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess first is.. What the hell happened to my parents? They're talking to each other again.. Not that it's not good but.. Few days ago, they couldn't even stand being in the same room.. It's very suspicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. Reune and I are back together again.. Still nothing serious though.. He's really not my type.. Not appearance-wise.. More of in his interests.. Not that I want someone exactly like me.. That would be utterly boring.. You know just someone you can get excited about stuff with and at the same time learn more things from.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It ain't easy being cheesey" xD says my bro.. dunno if he got that somewhere though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. This afternoon I went to Mall of Asia.. Can you say so fucking huge? You can't possibly explore the whole thing in 1 visit.. Anyway.. it's great and all.. but there's just one problem.. Too many people.. I HATE crowded places.. unless it's a concert or something.. And also didn't enjoy it much coz I was with my dad - the dictator.. It's a "gotta-go-with-friends-to-enjoy" kind of place.. But having a parent means having loads of cash... Maybe my mom? =&lt;br /&gt;Next.. My gums are starting to heal.. (Remember the wisdom teeth thingy? Coz I'm getting braces?) But much to my dismay, they're gonna take out the wisdom teeth on the right tomorrow.. Nuu! Just when I thought I could finally eat solid food.. Solid food is the best.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.. it seems like everytime I get to talk to Anna (My cousin.. the closest one.. and the best xD what? Khina's way into studying.. I love you all the same xD) she always asks me when am I coming over.. so here's my answer.. ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANNA MARGARITA B. CABONCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to convince my mom to take me there this weekend.. Oooh.. "X-Men III: The Last Stand" would be showing then.. Let's watch that! Or if the Da Vinci Code is still showing there..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. yeah.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Da Vinci Code thing.. My mom won't let me see it.. She's being all religious on me.. This is so wrong! Being forced to a religion.. You know I really don't like going to mass.. But I can't skip it coz of the parents.. Sucks.. It's not like I'm gonna convert to a Satanist.. Just someone without religion.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. I think that's all I can blab about right now.. Til next time.. Baibai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114822005515780506?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114822005515780506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114822005515780506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114822005515780506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114822005515780506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114805241686008859</id><published>2006-05-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:54.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. forget my last post. I am now without a boyfriend.. again. That asshole was a player.. just like the rest of them. I'm not saying all guys are players.. but most are. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114805241686008859?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114805241686008859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114805241686008859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114805241686008859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114805241686008859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114804477014892421</id><published>2006-05-19T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey again.. just here to post a weird ass pic of me..&lt;br /&gt;Since they took out my teeth.. My gums are swollen up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/8c0d6418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold.. and feel free to make fun of me xD&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why you won't be seeing me in public anytime soon..&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I slept all day.. I look like a freakin' mess.. Fwaha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my boyfriend is so cheesey..&lt;br /&gt;Erk.. kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm only being cheesey back to not make him upset..&lt;br /&gt;He's very emotional.. Nuu.. My boyfriend's an Emo-boy.. x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114804477014892421?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114804477014892421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114804477014892421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114804477014892421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114804477014892421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114794524949760782</id><published>2006-05-18T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:54.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now: I'm holding an ice pack against my left jaw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning: Went to the dentist. Got my wisdom teeth on the left side took out. Apparently they won't grow out because they're sorta layed back. And my mom said they won't grow out coz I'm not wise. Psh. I say I'm wise but just damn lazy.. just like my teeth xD jk That's bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: Went to the mall. Which one? SM North. Ugh. Not exactly my choice. Sis had to find a cheap present for her friend. Oh and did you know all women's pants look alike? Jeesh. I swear I might buy a guy's pants one day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day: Enrollment. I saw the list of my new classmates. Oh no. The sluts' group. I hate them. They're not really mean to me. But everyone knows they're just a bunch of backstabbers. Plus, they're too girly for my liking. Oh and Joanna's my classmate. Fuck. We're friends again and all. But she's just so irritating. Oh and worst of all? Kimmy's not in my class! Nooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114794524949760782?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114794524949760782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114794524949760782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114794524949760782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114794524949760782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-im-holding-ice-pack-against-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114767102939336504</id><published>2006-05-15T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another thing I picked up from MySpace..  Jimmy's post..&lt;br /&gt;Why am I posting this? I have no idea.. but it's fun to see if it's true with ex-boyfriends =D&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Pisces by the way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dominant in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Always horny(LIKE RIGHT NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Freak in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Always wants the last word.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A Pimp/Player&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not the one to fuck with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cute&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Predict future.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Most erotic.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Freak in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;GREAT kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Always get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not one to fuck with.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;unpredictable.TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Freak in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rare to find!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves being in long relationships.=)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Likes to give a good fight for what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Extremely outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sexy as fuck&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very popular&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Outstanding kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very funny&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Awesome personality&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sexual as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;One of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not one to fuck with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great talker.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Always Horny.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Knows how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Is really good at fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rare to find.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Good when found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Spontanious.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not one to fuck with cause they will fuck you up.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Erotic.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Take you on trips to the moon in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Excellent kisser&lt;br /&gt;&gt;EXTREMELY sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves being in long relationships.=)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;is totaly hot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves to PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Always down to hook up.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great Kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very high sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great in bed ...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Most horny.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;great sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Too Sexy, DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very high sex appeal.in bed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves being in long relationships&lt;br /&gt;&gt;There for you in the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The best to find, hardest to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Freak in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Extremely weird but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Super good in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Good Sense of Humor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the sexxiest people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very romantic&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Nice...when needs to be&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Silly and fun, sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Have own unique sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Amazing in Bed..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&gt;By FAR the finest&lt;br /&gt;&gt;out-spoken&lt;br /&gt;&gt;love being in long relationships&lt;br /&gt;&gt;very honest&lt;br /&gt;&gt;revengeful&lt;br /&gt;&gt;giving&lt;br /&gt;&gt;has to be forced to fight but when they fight they dont lose&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Naughty&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sassy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Predict future.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Irrestible, awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves being in long relationships&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great talker.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Always gets what he or she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Stubborn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Thinks he/she is always right even when he/she is WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Impatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;One of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves being in long-term relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Extremely energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from the future.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;will exceed your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Amazing in bed, THE BEST LOVERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Horny!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Freak in Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;High sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rare to find.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great when found.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not one to mess with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great listener&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very Good in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lover not a fighter, but will still punch your lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Very forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loves to make others laugh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Freak in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tries new things twice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Great dancer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Awesome kisser&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sexy as 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114726644439090414</id><published>2006-05-10T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:53.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's up with me?&lt;br /&gt;~I'm caught up with MySpace.. It's my new 'thing'.. You know.. add people, make your friend list grow.. talk to people.. blah blah blah.. BUT.. I'm possitive it'll get old.. just like my Friendster account.. which I barely open these days..&lt;br /&gt;~What else.. I'm getting braces! Hopefully, I won't look dumber than I already do. &lt;br /&gt;~Next, got myself a new bf.. A pretty useless one. He's kinda hot but we have nothing in common. He likes RnB and has that whole 'Emo-look'. I mean.. I have nothing against Emo's but the look is just.. blah. I'm not into that label thing. He doesn't talk much. It's annoying. Quiet guys are hot, but so are guys who make me laugh. Jeesh.. When it becomes awkwardly silent between us, I have to crack up sarcastic jokes. And he'll be all 'You make me laugh' then it would be quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;MFSOAGDB!!! &gt;.&lt; (Surely, you can figure that out)&lt;br /&gt;~Oh and someone posted this in the Bulletine board.. so I'm now posting it. Why answer these things? because I'm so freakin' bored. Turn off's and turn on's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON, OFF, or DC (don't care)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Is taller than you: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Is shorter than you: OFF&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wears braces: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wears a grill: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Dresses Preppy: OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Dresses Ghetto: OFF&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Dresses Gothic: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has blue eyes: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has green eyes: ON!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has hazel eyes: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Brown eyes: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Drinks alcohol: DC (He's gonna get an ass-kicking if he gets drunk though)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wears glasses: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Smokes: OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Plays sports: ON (Coz I don't.. yin and yang xD jk)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Smiles a lot: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Calls you just to say Hi: ON!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Compliments you: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Good dancer: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wears jewelry: DC (As long as it's not excessive or feminine)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Smiles when you walk in the room: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has brown hair: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has Black hair: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has blonde hair: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has red hair: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Makeup: OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Can make you laugh at any given moment: ON!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Loyal: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Laid back: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Plays guitar: ON!! (Musically talented guys = hot)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Plays drums: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sing: ON&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Can draw: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Easily jealous: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Doesn't eat meat: OFF&lt;br /&gt;&gt; has a tattoo: DC (Again.. as long as it's not excessive)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; has a lip ring: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; has tongue ring: DC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; goes to church: DC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114726644439090414?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114726644439090414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114726644439090414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114726644439090414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114726644439090414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-up-with-me-im-caught-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114693143720259377</id><published>2006-05-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:53.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay.. Some psycho just put crap in my tagboard.. Whoever you are, how brave of you to talk shit about me and not put a name.. You should get a medal.. Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so bored.. So I took these surveys.. Yeah 2 surveys..&lt;br /&gt;Micu sent me the links so yeah.. Might as well post it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Best Myspace Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* . . About You . . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eye Color::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hair Color::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dark brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Height::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5'2" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favorite Color::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GREEN and BLACK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Screen Name::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kairi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favorite Band::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pearl Jam [and soooo much more] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favorite Movie::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uh.. a lot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favorite Show::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tsubasa RC, FMA, Alice Academy, Grey's Anatomy, CSI, American Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Car::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Family Cars? a black Limited Edition Mitsubishi Pajero, a white Mitsubishi Pajero, a red Honda CRV, and a white Honda Civic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Hometown::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Present Town::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Crushes First Name::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can't remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Grade::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3rd year high school / Junior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Style::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kinda boyish &gt;&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* . . Have You Ever . . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sat on your rooftop?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kissed someone in the rain?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Danced in a public place?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah (one of my embarrassing moments.. what? I was sugar high o.o;; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smiled for no reason?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah.. often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Peed your pants after age 8?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Written a song?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah but they suck so I'd rather not share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sang to someone for no reason?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Performed on a stage?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talked to someone you don't know?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gone out of your way to befriend someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dunno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Made out in a theatre?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gone roller skating since 8th grade?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* . . Who was the last person to . . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Say HI to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nikki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell you, I love you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Humphrey Tzu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kiss you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Humphrey Tzu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hug you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kit, my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell you BYE?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;CJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write you a note?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take your photo?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Humphrey Leal, Anna's friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Call your cell phone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;CJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Buy you something?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me.. with my dad's money? o.o; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go with you to the movies?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Andrew, meh bro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sing to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eddie Vedder.. on the Late Night Show.. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write a poem about you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Humphrey Tzu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Text message you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alyssa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Touch you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Say what?! T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* . . What's the last . . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time you laughed?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just a minute ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time you cried?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Humphrey left for Europe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Movie you watched?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Joke you told?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;More of a sarcastic comment.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Song you've sang?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time you've looked at the clock?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Drink you've had?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alcoholic? Forgot.. If not, water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number you've dialed?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Book you've read?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Food you've eaten?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pasta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Flavor of gum chewed?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BubbleYum's Bubblegum flavor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shoes you've worn?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Store you've been in?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Record store.. forgot which one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thing you've said?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Huh? No seriously.. 'Huh?' xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* . . Can You . . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write with both hands?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whistle?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blow a bubble?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Roll your tounge in a circle?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cross your eyes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Touch your tounge to your nose?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dance?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't think so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gleek?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stay up a whole night without sleep?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speak a different language?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Filipino.. Hardly remember French and Japanese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Impersonate someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not the best but yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prank call people?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Make a card pyramid?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cook anything?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah.. love cooking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* . . 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href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="1"  style="color:#efefef;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Patricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;March 8,1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;St. Luke's Medical Hospital, Quezon City, Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5'2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Filipina / Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Heritage%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Converse All Stars aka Chucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sweets =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Four cheese with bacon (or any kind of mean as long as there's no veggies) and crust stuffed with cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get along with my new classmates and try not to hit anyone (Stupid re-shuffling &gt;&gt;; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'wtf?!' and 'moo..' and this face 'o.O'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SON OF A BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;None.. I'm ugly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hanging out with the band or the cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PEPSI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;McDonalds! BK's burgers are weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whichever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neither.. First of all.. hate hot beverages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why would I want to kill myself in a slower and more painful way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So fucking much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To myself.. don't like my voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah.. Who the hell doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In heavy traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No.. I just said I'm ugly.. read jackass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Psh.. Don't even eat vegetables..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They're alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guitar, Bass guitar, a little piano (quit that long ago), a little drums (forgot everything Seej taught me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope.. Humphrey's gone.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I DON'T SMOKE, DAMNIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type42"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not stupid enough to take drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah.. One last date with Humphrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope.. Do you have some? Gimme xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope.. More of "parting ways" o.O;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuck you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope.. As a child I did.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &gt;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Again.. As a child..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doctor.. ever since I was a baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;JAPAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.." name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Green.. I bet I'd fall fast and hard for him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Any would do.. but probably black/brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Define long.. Uh.. As long as it's not past his shoulders..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 inches - 1 foot taller than me.. What? I like my guys tall xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uh.. Not over 200lbs o.o;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Any.. Just not that pimp thing.. or what my sister and I call.. Eggoi.. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I said I don't take drugs, asswipe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Too many to count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2.. Ear piercings.. what? I'm a girl.. surprise surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;None.. Wish I could have a small one though xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type71"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; - or - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114693143720259377?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114693143720259377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114693143720259377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114693143720259377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114693143720259377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114664310301821851</id><published>2006-05-03T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday, my sis had to buy lab rats for school in Alabang. We also visited our cousins who lives there. Uh.. Anna and I stayed at the mall. We entered the record stores but Pearl Jam's new CD hasn't arrived. Typical.. What do you expect from the Philippines.. Everything comes late.. &gt;.&lt; Anyway, I got to meet a couple of Anna's friends. Dianne and Humphrey, who claims to be the twin of my bestfriend.. the good one, he says.. Riiiiiight.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Here are some pictures from yesterday.. Uh.. Humphrey was totally amused by my phone's camera =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/788874b6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. the ground.. fascinating.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/63a0ec5c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humphrey.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/ab123d82.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/f71a15c9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ugly chick.. o.O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/dc1dbfd0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. Humphrey's shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/6bbbdb4f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humphrey again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/468dfc62.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/f064a925.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.. only upside-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/e0cfb236.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.. pants xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/080c70e2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph.. again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/4ff53c82.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. He really likes taking pics of himself.. xD jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/ff31754b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humphrey, Anna, and.. eww.. there's that girl again o.O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/82646e89.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. same as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/8dfe011a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you know.. it's him again.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/b3d9f5c6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/f76b1342.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/f2914d90.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking wind!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. That's all for today..&lt;br /&gt;Bye! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114664310301821851?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114664310301821851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114664310301821851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114664310301821851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114664310301821851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-yesterday-my-sis-had-to-buy-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114648979278202525</id><published>2006-05-01T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:53.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Pangasinan, where my grandfather lives. We were supposed to stay there until Wed. but thanks to my dad we didn't. Grawr. Anyway, it was still lots of fun. I got to see my beloved cousin, Anna! We talked and talked.. Showed each other pics from the cel.. She said I'm morbid.. Hah! Thanks! Like freakin' hell I'm morbid, violent, vulgar, and pretty much fucked up. As usual we stayed up until 3am. It's always been that way.. xD I stayed up a bit later though. I couldn't sleep. It was the fiesta and there was a hell lot of soda. Coca Cola = Caffeine. I drank.. more than 2 Liters? xD Pepsi still kicks ass harder btw.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, my mp3 player was at the very back of the car.. And my dad was listening to shitty Tagalog news. AM radio.. Hate it.. Rawr. I really wanted to shoot my head off.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. I put up Pearl Jam's World Wide Suicide video in the &lt;strong&gt;ETC. &lt;/strong&gt;section.. Along with a video of some dude playing Pachelbel's Canon on guitar.. Yes.. I like classical music too.. -.-'' And pictures! Beware.. You might have nightmares after seeing meh pics xD&lt;br /&gt;What else? Uh.. Humphrey left for Europe earlier than expected. Meaning, we had to break up. Once again, I am single. xD Future boyfriend.. Don't expect me to be all too girly.. I'm boyish and I like it! Not a lesbian or bisexual either.. People keep asking that.. I'm straight damn it! Don't give me that having-something-against-homosexuals bullshit coz I have gay friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g295/greencowsgomoo/677ff900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this card. Birthday card from my bro.&lt;br /&gt;"When you grow up on ROCK &amp;amp; ROLL, you don't get OLDER, you get more SOUL."&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, CJ and I are friends again. Tried to befriend Ica and Paolo again.. But Ica started bitching on me.. Paolo didn't say anything at all. I think he's still freaked from the last time I broke his nose.. o.O Well, it wasn't my fault he was being a fucking pervert..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114648979278202525?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114648979278202525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114648979278202525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114648979278202525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114648979278202525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-got-back-from-pangasinan-where-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114581226807090327</id><published>2006-04-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:53.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. I said I would post about that day my friends and I went to the zoo.. But since that was three weeks ago.. forget about it.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I'm updating right now, aren't I? &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, latest news...&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally addicted to Gaia online.. xD&lt;br /&gt;It's this website where you make a character and you get to dress it up..&lt;br /&gt;BUT! It's so freakin' hard to earn gold.. damn it..&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the characters are soooo cute? =3&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I have these moments where in I become all bubbly..&lt;br /&gt;It's Gaia's fault!!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Nothing good old rock music can't help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new thing.. I sometimes hear ringing.. other people can't hear it..&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be going deaf.. lol.. xD&lt;br /&gt;I usually turn the volume of my mp3 player up..&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way to block the world around me when I'm pissed..&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.. It's for your own sake.. It calms me and I don't have to cuss at you excessively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.. Today.. My mom totally ruined my day..&lt;br /&gt;You all know I have a Labrador Retriever.. Wizard!!! x3&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I love him dearly but he's way too big..&lt;br /&gt;Heck, he can drag my six-foot tall bro sometimes.. =So yeah.. I need a pet who can't tackle me down to the ground.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;We went by this pet shop in Megamall.. Bio something.. forgot.. nothing unusual of me.. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw this guinea pig.. the Abyssinian Cavy.. (no i didn't remember.. looked it up and remembered xD)&lt;br /&gt;It was SO cute.. I wanted to buy this particular Cavy..&lt;br /&gt;He had black and white fur.. And on his head, his fur was kinda twirled..&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO FREAKIN' ADORABLE!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;But the money I was carrying wasn't mine.. It was my mom's..&lt;br /&gt;And I knew my mom would totally freak out about it..&lt;br /&gt;When she came to pick us up.. I asked if I could buy a guinea pig..&lt;br /&gt;And she was joking about it.. trying to avoid saying no to me..&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate that.. Like my friend who's name will not be mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;I was asking for a favor and she just looked away from me.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I was pissed the rest of the night coz of my mom..&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well, you would know I love animals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blarghrahfffraghrah.. xD&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I couldn't be anymore retarded.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. That's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time.. love you all.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114581226807090327?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114581226807090327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114581226807090327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114581226807090327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114581226807090327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114354597531872004</id><published>2006-03-28T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:52.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>terribly miss this "K" person..&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't love him like that anymore nor do i hate him..&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have feelings for "C" person..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when i see him or remember him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to fall for "H"..&lt;br /&gt;my bestest friend.. now.. bestfriend slash boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;coz he's leaving in 4 months.. to go to Europe..&lt;br /&gt;and he's been courting me for.. almost 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;so i gave him a chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. K. C. H.&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom Cookie Hearts!!! o.o;&lt;br /&gt;btw, all of these guys can be found in previous posts..&lt;br /&gt;C is definitely not cj.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;baibai.. just had to let that out in the open.. xD&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm very open.. ask me about anything and i'll answer you honestly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114354597531872004?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114354597531872004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114354597531872004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114354597531872004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114354597531872004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/terribly-miss-this-k-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114320759218185831</id><published>2006-03-24T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:52.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would react to this article but my wrist was injured by CJ.. the big-headed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;retard.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but.. i can say.. i may be a hypocrite sometimes.. but not about relationships..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;true, i rant about how guys can be bastards or jerks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i rant about how girl can be annoying and bitchy too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when guys hurt me, i never say i didn't hurt them at all.. or piss them off.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually.. it's the other way around.. i blame myself.. and him a little.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.. i partially agree and of course disagree.. 50-50..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone.. read this.. i think it's worth your time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Philosophy on Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is not intended to offend anyone. But I think it is a very accurate portrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Girls are hypocrites that screw over guys all the time. I say this with complete confidence and certainty. I have had experiences and know of others that have had similar experiences, and let me tell you... it is complete bullshit. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First off, let's go over what most girls think the ideal guy is. The ideal guy is an intelligent, caring and easy to talk to person, who has a good sense of humor and respect for his family. He is good looking, but not necessarily gorgeous, and an honest guy with goals in his life. He is not an excessive smoker or drinker, and never, ever is arrogant or stuck on himself. He is a pleasure to be around. Wow. That sounds perfect. There is no way there is a guy out there that is all of these things, it would be a dream come true. But the fact is, there are so many guys out there that are exactly like this, and even better. They go beyond this list and further hoist themselves up on the "Ideal Guy" hierarchy ladder. But these are the guys that are the most shit upon by girls. How much sense does that make? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls are hypocrites. They say that their ideal man, and the one they are currently hoping for, should be very much like what was described in the previous paragraph. What is more, they all probably know at least 3 or more guys that are exactly like that. But instead of noticing and entering into a relationship with them, they totally shun these poor guys. Ok, so maybe I should not say totally shun; it's more like damn them to an eternal life of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"#1 Friend"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"#1 Listener."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; While these guys would like nothing more than to be boyfriend/girlfriend with these girls, the girls want nothing of that sort. Because they have been labeled as "friends", those damn girls don't even consider these guys as boyfriend material, thus their search goes on. They don't realize that the best guy they could ever hope for is so damn close to them. They are ignorant. They get the assholes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do girls like assholes? Here is what I think. These guys are temporary boyfriends until the girls can find that perfect man. But once they get involved with these assholes, the girl must put in so much work that the search is put off... indefinitely. They pour all that they have into their current relationship. Why do they do this? I am glad you asked that, I believe I have the answer. They are embarrassed. These meat headed guys embarrass these girls so much that all they try to do is change the guy, but she forgets about their asshole ways and arrogance. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot change a guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't even try. No matter how sweet or persuasive you THINK you are, it will not work. A temporary behavior change may be noted, but a guy is a guy and will not change permanently. Deep down, the only thing you are doing is pissing him off. These assholes think that they are perfect already. You trying to teach them how to be the perfect guy only goes against everything he already "knows" is right, so he pushes you away. When he pushes you away, what do you do? You cry to that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"#1 Friend"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of yours. Then you are extra nice to your boyfriend until he allows you to get closer again, and then you start the process over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how many times I have been cried to by a girl about her asshole boyfriend, and the next day everything is right again and she is happy as can be. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You aren't happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is a front that you put up and everyone can see through it. Do you honestly expect for it to get better? It won't. The cycle will repeat: he will get mad; you will cry; you will try to make up for it; he will let you back; you think you are happy... it doesn't end. It should end... end with you dumping his sorry ass and moving on to someone you actually can be happy with. But you are too stubborn and confident in your abilities of persuasion to do anything even remotely correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, the perfect guy (ok maybe not perfect, but a hell of a lot closer than that ass you already have) sits around wondering what he can do to change. But remember what I said before. You can't change a guy. This goes for guys, too. You can't change yourself. You will always be the person you are, and you shouldn't want to change that. But it is tough when time after time girls pass on you because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You are too good of a friend and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bullshit. Nice excuse. Why don't you just say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sorry, you are actually a nice guy. I am looking for an arrogant asshole that will abuse me emotionally."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's what you really want, isn't it? Look around and tell me it isn't true. Look at your friends and tell me they are dating the best guy ever. You cannot do that save for maybe one or two couples. Those are the girls that have matured already and realized what they had been missing. They are just lucky that the guy stuck around with her. I admit, there are exceptions to this theory. But me personally, I only know maybe 4 or 5 girls who do not fit this mold. They are genuinely happy with their relationship and everyone knows it. They aren't putting up a front. They aren't hypocritical. They aren't ignorant. But I can guarantee that you cannot find many more than that that are that genuine. At least not now. At least not until they realize how bad they have been and come to their senses. But by then, will it be too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls shape up and look around you. Look at the truly amazing guys around you that would make your lives better just for being with them. Stop hurting those guys. You are hurting yourself, too. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By James M. Igneczi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114320759218185831?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114320759218185831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114320759218185831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114320759218185831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114320759218185831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-would-react-to-this-article-but-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114302643000508857</id><published>2006-03-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:52.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. i'm friggin bored.. so now i'm here to yap about anything.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic 1:&lt;br /&gt;friend sent me these link..&lt;br /&gt;two chinese boys lip-syncing along backstreet boys songs..&lt;br /&gt;the back dorm boys..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i hate backstreet boys..&lt;br /&gt;which makes it even funnier for me..&lt;br /&gt;i think guys in boy bands are all gay.. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;and click five? they're just a fucking boy band with instruments!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the two chinese boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNjVHmN7uco&amp;search=backstreet%20boys"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNjVHmN7uco&amp;amp;search=backstreet%20boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=DNjVHmN7uco"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=DNjVHmN7uco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say the dude on the right is hot..&lt;br /&gt;o.o;; are you insane? he's friggin ugly..&lt;br /&gt;the guy on the left is cute.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. they may be refering to the chinese boys' right..&lt;br /&gt;which is my left... x.x;;&lt;br /&gt;moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic 2:&lt;br /&gt;they started showing Curious Play or Fushigi Yuugi again.. on Animax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="490" src="http://www.animeboredom.co.uk/Uploads/Areview/21421093724697.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. if you've known me long enough..&lt;br /&gt;you would know that i was totally addicted to FY when i was 7..&lt;br /&gt;really.. they showed FY with replays right? if it was to be replayed 4 times a day..&lt;br /&gt;i would watch each and every one of them... XD&lt;br /&gt;but that was before.. i was innocent..&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea what it meant when Tamahome and Miaka were naked on the bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i remember.. they always use the word "unite"..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. why the hell don't they just say sex? it's shorter... lmao..&lt;br /&gt;now i can't help but laugh at myself.. seriously...&lt;br /&gt;Tamahome? man-whore...&lt;br /&gt;Miaka? slutty damsel in distress...&lt;br /&gt;Yui? manipulative bitch...&lt;br /&gt;Hotohori? soooooo gay lookin'...&lt;br /&gt;Tasuki? big dumbass...&lt;br /&gt;i think the only character that i like now is... Chichiri..&lt;br /&gt;he's cute, fun, and has cool ober powers!!! oo;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. that was what i watched as a kid.. lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic 3:&lt;br /&gt;it's summer vacation and i have a cold...&lt;br /&gt;wow.. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;i've had it for 2 weeks now..&lt;br /&gt;it's ebil i tell you!! ebiiiiiiill!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.. bored bored bored..&lt;br /&gt;all i do at home is:&lt;br /&gt;chat online..&lt;br /&gt;talk on the phone..&lt;br /&gt;play online games..&lt;br /&gt;play guitar..&lt;br /&gt;write about anything under the sun..&lt;br /&gt;make new riffs..&lt;br /&gt;watch TV..&lt;br /&gt;listen to music..&lt;br /&gt;eat..&lt;br /&gt;breathe..&lt;br /&gt;sleep..&lt;br /&gt;it's sooooooooo boring... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see much of my friends anymore coz they all live like... 15 miles away..&lt;br /&gt;as much as i want to drive myself to them.. i can't..&lt;br /&gt;i'm 15... i don't have a car.. i'm not allowed to drive..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-mouths countless colorful words-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it... &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;baibai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114302643000508857?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114302643000508857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114302643000508857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114302643000508857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114302643000508857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114243438922399491</id><published>2006-03-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:50.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school.. monday.. march 13...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end has finally come..&lt;br /&gt;no more exams.. no more projects..&lt;br /&gt;no more chasing teachers to complete your requirements..&lt;br /&gt;but before we close this chapter of our lives..&lt;br /&gt;let the memories..&lt;br /&gt;of our schoolmates, teachers, and friends..&lt;br /&gt;remain in our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;cherish all the smiles and laughter..&lt;br /&gt;and learn from the sorrowful tears..&lt;br /&gt;this is not the end..&lt;br /&gt;so don't fret my dear classmates..&lt;br /&gt;we will still see each other..&lt;br /&gt;along the halls..&lt;br /&gt;during gatherings..&lt;br /&gt;or even.. the comfort room..&lt;br /&gt;second year-section two..&lt;br /&gt;you will all be remembered..&lt;br /&gt;whether you're a friend.. or a bitch..&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who will be my classmate again next year..&lt;br /&gt;lucky you! n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you all though..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i won't get stuck with stuck up sluts next year..&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. one of my so-called 'friends' keeps on bragging about how rich she is..&lt;br /&gt;and how she has lots of bf's coz she has the cash.. yup.. S. L. U. T.&lt;br /&gt;when she saw my house her eyes almost jumped out of her empty skull..&lt;br /&gt;then she was suddenly all nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;that's right.. you can shove your money up your ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. since we had our exams after my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated it on the last day of school..&lt;br /&gt;so it's kinda like our farewell party as well..&lt;br /&gt;they all slept over at my house.. all 7 of them..&lt;br /&gt;kimmy, mamot, therese, katrina, alyssa, karla, and joanna..&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i befriended joanna.. again..&lt;br /&gt;though i still partially hate her for the shit she made me go through..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. we were supposed to go for a swim..&lt;br /&gt;but our neighborhood's pool's... all.. weird.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;so we just ate some snackage.. and went to Celebrity sports place..&lt;br /&gt;we played bowling.. we all sucked.. i used to go bowling with my cousins..&lt;br /&gt;be kinda got bored of it.. so i haven't played since i was 10 yrs old..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. there were two teams.. duh...&lt;br /&gt;me, kim, mamot, therese..&lt;br /&gt;and karla, aly, kat, and joanna..&lt;br /&gt;guess who won? -does the victory dance-&lt;br /&gt;and guess who had the highest individual score of all? -does the victory dance again-&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. then we had dinner... watched a horror movie.. and talked all night..&lt;br /&gt;we played card games.. and one had a penalty..&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to put powder on the losers face.. dunno what it's called..&lt;br /&gt;i lost a couple of times and gave up.. putting powder all over my face..&lt;br /&gt;then they followed.. we all looked like stupid lookin' ghosts..&lt;br /&gt;well.. kimmy was the scariest.. i.. they said i looked like some geisha.. XD&lt;br /&gt;fuck no.. i'll put up the pics later on my multiply.. you can find it on Links&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;4.. slept earlier.. and 4 stayed up til 3am..&lt;br /&gt;mamoth, kimmy, and i.. are known to stay up late..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even want to sleep at all..&lt;br /&gt;tissa.. we just woke her up.. XD&lt;br /&gt;we woke up.. ate breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;played volleyball and badminton outside..&lt;br /&gt;played scrabble.. played video games.. like tekken and need for speed..&lt;br /&gt;seriously.. i shouldn't play sports or ANY competitive games..&lt;br /&gt;coz i would cuss like hell.. you should see kim and i play tekken..&lt;br /&gt;we'd say all sorts of colorful words to each other...&lt;br /&gt;then.. lunch.. and more games.. showers..&lt;br /&gt;then.. the mall.. we played all afternoon at timezone..&lt;br /&gt;we played that basketball thing.. which i terribly suck at..&lt;br /&gt;then the air hockey thing.. fun!&lt;br /&gt;kim and i played ALL the games with guns...&lt;br /&gt;THIS is why i love kimmy so much..&lt;br /&gt;she's like my soul's twin sister.. she's my bestfriend! n.n&lt;br /&gt;but then.. it was time to go... we drove them to their houses..&lt;br /&gt;kim was first.. i was all.. 'noooo! not my playmate!' in the car..&lt;br /&gt;when i got home... i didn't even eat dinner.. i slept at 8pm..&lt;br /&gt;which is shocking.. i was wiped out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. now.. i'm bored out of my mind..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll find something better to do this summer..&lt;br /&gt;and.. my goal this summer.. lose weight..&lt;br /&gt;i totally gained a lot of weight since christmas vacation..&lt;br /&gt;fuck holiday weight... =.=&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. my mom's not even letting me eat... torture..&lt;br /&gt;baibai.. gotta go beg for food..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114243438922399491?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114243438922399491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114243438922399491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114243438922399491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114243438922399491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114189539181772302</id><published>2006-03-09T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, this is funny...&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be studying for the exams now but i just gotta put this up..&lt;br /&gt;E.O.L....&lt;br /&gt;my band.. won't tell you the whole thing.. you might see it and watch me.. XD&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. we were all hanging out and we were bored..&lt;br /&gt;one of our friends asked us random questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st question: would you rather have your girlfriend cheat on you with a dude or a chick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humph: i don't care.. same thing to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cj: my girlfriend would never cheat on me.. girls can't resist me..&lt;br /&gt;me: -cough- ego out of control -cough-&lt;br /&gt;cj: -gives me the finger-&lt;br /&gt;me: nah.. i think i'll pass..&lt;br /&gt;cj: fuck  you...&lt;br /&gt;me: i said no.. now stop begging..&lt;br /&gt;(our usual everyday fights..  every friggin day.. XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vince: with a chick... that would be hot..&lt;br /&gt;cj: hey.. you're right.. -does that dude-hand-shake-we-girls-don't-get -&lt;br /&gt;me: wtf.... o.O&lt;br /&gt;humph: excuse my brother.. he was dropped several times as a child.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micu: i dunno.. i'm gay...&lt;br /&gt;me: XD&lt;br /&gt;(no.. he's not a cross-dresser... he doesn't have that trying-to-be-a-girl voice either.. he looks straight but he's gay... and again... why the hell do good-looking guys become gay?! &gt;.&lt; ) me: well.. if i had a bf and he would cheat on me... i'd prefer that he cheat on me with a guy.. that way.. i know it's not my fault.. and there's nothing wrong with me... what does he want me to do? go through sex change? that's fucked up... everyone: -stares at me- me: i'm done now... o.o;; humph: yeah.. she deffinitely has more brains than cj... ( XD thank you.. thank you very much...) second question: got this from that show FRIENDS.. what would you give up? food or sex? cj: dude! i'd give up food! humph: ...you're gonna grow old alone...... cj: psh.. what would you give up huh? humph: sex, of course... you can't live without food, dumbass... cj: bullshit.. you're just saying that coz there's a chick around.. me: wha-.... o.o humph: no.. i'm not.. unlike you i'm not a bastard who talks decently only when there are girls around... me: hey.. i'm a girl.. cj: sure you are... both of you... (both guys exchange very colorful language for about... 5 minutes? yes.. i recorded this.. XD ) while the two are still cussing at each other... vince: i'd give up sex... yup... sex... -digs on the chicken wings- me: it's amazing you're still physically fit... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vince: thanks, man...&lt;br /&gt;me: x.x i- never mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micu: and i thought vince would never stop being a pervert... i'd give up... sex...&lt;br /&gt;me: have you even had sex with a dude before?&lt;br /&gt;micu: nope&lt;br /&gt;me: with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;micu: nope&lt;br /&gt;me: what the-&lt;br /&gt;micu: not like any of these idiots have anyway..&lt;br /&gt;me: good point...&lt;br /&gt;dude who requests not to be mentioned: what about you, pat?&lt;br /&gt;me: what about me? o.O?&lt;br /&gt;dude: food or sex?&lt;br /&gt;me: gasp! i'd never give up food for anything.. we're soulmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vince: hey, pat! you're 15!&lt;br /&gt;me: no shit, sherlock... -.-&lt;br /&gt;vince: i'm telling humphrey on you! -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;me: i'll tell him you ate my whole birthday cake...&lt;br /&gt;vince: uh.... uhm... i love you!&lt;br /&gt;me: i know... i hate you too.. XD&lt;br /&gt;micu: yo, vince... quit hitting on humphrey's girl...&lt;br /&gt;me: again... wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kinda went on for an hour or so...&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i snuck out again... &gt;.&gt; shhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114189539181772302?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114189539181772302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114189539181772302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114189539181772302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114189539181772302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-this-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706103.post-114157079776173676</id><published>2006-03-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:55:49.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. this is gonna be reeeeeaally quick.. but important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is what we students call "hell week"&lt;br /&gt;yes.. teachers are minions of satan..&lt;br /&gt;lol jk..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. exams on thursday, friday, and monday..&lt;br /&gt;then.. SUMMER VACATION!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.. my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;this week..&lt;br /&gt;if you people love me, you'd give me a gift..&lt;br /&gt;lol jk..&lt;br /&gt;a greeting would be very much appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;don't care if you give me a gift..&lt;br /&gt;i like the mere thought more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.. to my dearest friends.. humphrey and cj..&lt;br /&gt;if you're gonna plan a friggin 'surprise' party...&lt;br /&gt;don't let me know.. XD&lt;br /&gt;god you guys suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... off to my studying..&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i do study.. but only for the quarterly exams.. hah..&lt;br /&gt;love you all.. n.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706103-114157079776173676?l=greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114157079776173676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706103&amp;postID=114157079776173676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114157079776173676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706103/posts/default/114157079776173676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greencowsgomoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305362690744765853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
