<?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-2470207878653612422</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:43:54.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musta na, tsong?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470207878653612422.post-3094014354173630160</id><published>2009-03-04T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:57:23.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post is Dedicated to All Those Who Thought I Killed Myself and I Am Here to Tell You That You Were Dead Wrong. Haha. Get It? "Dead" Wrong? NVM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-post title- PWNs j00 all. Because of that last post on the last day of last year, some of you (who don't see me IRL) probably thought I "cut myself with a pair of pliers" and died, ne? Lame. All of you are LAME. No mechanic services for you. D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to all those who missed my inane ramblings here on Muzifallow.blogspot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUG ME NAO, BIZNATCHES! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh yeah. I'm back. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since the start of the year! New year, new blog, as they say (Actually, they don't say that. I just really, really wanted to say that so I said it! Yay, me!). As much as I'd really, really, REALLY love to change my skin to something more... pretty (forgive my shallow wording), I don't think the bug that's stopping me from doing so is fixed yet. Nevertheless, there are going to be changes around here. One of the changes you probably noticed is that I'm using font colors now. They're love, srsly. I feel very *pink* right now. Not the scary, "I liek pink and I'm psycho so I stalk and keel j00 nao." kind of pink, but you guys get the idea, yais? o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change you'll be noticing is my looking on the brighter side of things and resisting the urge to mope and whine to the rest of the world about my not-so-important problems. Goodbye, emo Lex. *^_^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear God. I can't pull that off no matter what I do. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously folks. I realized how much of a nuisance I was before, so now I'm changing. I'll only blog about sad stuff when I really have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's getting pretty late and I'm dead tired and I have classes and a math test tomorrow, I'll just give you the brief details on how my year's going so far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nothing much has changed except for the fact that this is my 15th year on Planet Earth. Dun dun duuun. I'm still as random and senseless as ever, so don't worry. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Halfway Haywire has written two new songs and we have a few more in progress. We're just praying for a drummer. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've dumped the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fabrication&lt;/span&gt; project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Camille and I are writing a new series in its place. New characters, more developed storyline, illustrations and other awesome stuff. ^.^ It's about a group of students in high school. The story is written in different points of view. I'd love to elaborate, but I can't at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Speaking of Camille, we're undergoing a special project that will be &lt;s&gt;our sweet revenge upon you all!&lt;/s&gt; a huge surprise to all of you. :&gt; *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My niece turned 5. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My sister, Khristine, got engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My sister, Khristine, got married on February 19, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My sister, Khristine, is pregnant. x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My sister, Honey, moved into another room and she's very happy to have her own room now despite the fact that I'm leasing an area for my desk. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My electric guitar, Miles, got fix'd. Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm currently obsessing over Miles Edgeworth and a certain fanfiction involving him and a certain original character of my new-found friend. Waha. [Don't worry, there is no massive spamming of Edgey pics. Yet. &gt;:3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Abby and I are going to Mall of Asia dressed as Dora and the Map respectively. We're gonna have &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm never going to move on. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;AND FOR THE BLOODY RECORD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;STUPID &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;OT&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;RD(S)! D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AND FOR THE OTHER BLOODY RECORD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUPID &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;OT&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WRECKER OF LIVES! DDD:&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just HAD to get that out. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-waves at DotArds-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss you, dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Woaaahkay. I guess that sums up the first post for this year! Bye bye nao! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--3&lt;/span--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-3094014354173630160?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/3094014354173630160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=3094014354173630160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/3094014354173630160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/3094014354173630160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-post-is-dedicated-to-all-those-who.html' title='This Post is Dedicated to All Those Who Thought I Killed Myself and I Am Here to Tell You That You Were Dead Wrong. Haha. Get It? &quot;Dead&quot; Wrong? NVM.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-2679925458199490852</id><published>2008-12-31T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:34:57.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I bid everything I've known in this year goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I say goodbye to 2008. A year of happiness and a year of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A year of love and a year of separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A year of friendship and a year of betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A year of freedom and a year of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A year that will never come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Those memories that will never come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I bid them all goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-Lex, 2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-2679925458199490852?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/2679925458199490852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=2679925458199490852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/2679925458199490852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/2679925458199490852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-say-goodbye.html' title='I say goodbye...'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-7832968336527662618</id><published>2008-12-20T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:15:43.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey again. :)</title><content type='html'>100 Fun Questions Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? - Closed most of the time but I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? - Yep. :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? - Um. You can't tuck out sheets. You untuck them.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stolen a street sign before? - I intend to. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to use post-it notes? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? - -nodnod- xD&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? - Big bear. o:&lt;br /&gt;Do you have freckles? - No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you always smile for pictures? - NO. :))&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest pet peeve? - um. Her.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever count your steps when you walk? - I sometimes do. But I never finish.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever peed in the woods? - No. xD&lt;br /&gt;What about pooped in the woods? - No. O_o&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? - Yeeeeaaaah. xD&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew your pens and pencils? - Just pencils.&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you slept with this week? - o______o excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;What size is your bed? - Queen sized ata.&lt;br /&gt;What is your Song of the week? - &gt;___&gt; Whaaa? Um. Lucky (Featuring Colbie Caillat) by Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay for guys to wear pink? - YES. Definitely. It also proves that they're real men. xDD&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch cartoons? - Yes. o___o&lt;br /&gt;Whats your least favorite movie? - I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? - In my sock. :)&lt;br /&gt;What do you drink with dinner? - Water, juice, or soda.&lt;br /&gt;What do you dip a chicken nugget in? - Nothing, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite food? - Sweet stuff. xD&lt;br /&gt;What movies could you watch over and over and still love? - Amelie, Across the Universe, Titanic, Moulin Rouge, etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;Last person you kissed/kissed you? - Mom. :3&lt;br /&gt;Were you ever a boy/girl scout? - Yes. :))&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? - NO. OF COURSE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? - Sometime last week. I'm not sending it, though.&lt;br /&gt;Can you change the oil on a car? - No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever gotten a speeding ticket? - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of gas? - Yeah, but I wasn't driving. xD&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of sandwich? - ...ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing to eat for breakfast? - Breakfast food. :D Cherry tart or something.&lt;br /&gt;What is your usual bedtime? - 10-12.&lt;br /&gt;Are you lazy? - Yep. :))&lt;br /&gt;When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? - Always something "delightful". I only dressed up freakishly once. That was in first grade. Blair Witch, man. :))&lt;br /&gt;What is your Chinese astrological sign? - Dog.&lt;br /&gt;How many languages can you speak? - I speak English and Filipino fluently. I can speak a little Spanish and even less Japanese. Gave up on Italian a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any magazine subscriptions? - No.&lt;br /&gt;Which are better legos or lincoln logs? - LEGOS! :D&lt;br /&gt;Are you stubborn? - Yes. But just because I answered your question doesn't mean that I submitted to you. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Who is better...Leno or Letterman? - Leno&lt;br /&gt;Ever watch soap operas? - :)) yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of heights? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the car? - -nodnod-&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the shower? - Almost always. :3&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the car? - ...how?&lt;br /&gt;Ever used a gun? - No.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? - Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Do you think musicals are cheesy? - No. Except Disney musicals. :-&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Is Christmas stressful? - Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Ever eat a pierogi? - Wha? Wait. It has the word "pie" in it so it HAS to be good, right?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite type of fruit pie? - Cherry. x3&lt;br /&gt;Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? - Artist, journalist, florist, architect, singer... the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in ghosts? - No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? - Yes. Just like now.&lt;br /&gt;Take a vitamin daily? - No.&lt;br /&gt;Wear slippers? - Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Wear a bath robe? - Only when absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear to bed? - A dress. Or a shirt and shorts. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;First concert? - Side A!&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? - SM.&lt;br /&gt;Nike or Adidas? - Converse. :3&lt;br /&gt;Cheetos Or Fritos? - Cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? - Sunflower Seeds.&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? - No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever take dance lessons? - I want.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? - Anelle says lawyer daw.&lt;br /&gt;Can you curl your tongue? - Yeah, into a REALLY weird shape pa.&lt;br /&gt;Ever won a spelling bee? - Noooo....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because you were so happy? - I have a picture. :))&lt;br /&gt;Own any record albums? - I have 2 Beatles albums. :3&lt;br /&gt;Own a record player? - I WISH. T__T&lt;br /&gt;Regularly burn incense? - No...&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love? - Sadly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Who would you like to see in concert? - Fall Out Boy, Boys Like Girls (Again :D), Secondhand Serenade, Dashboard Confessional, Jason Mraz, Colbie Caillat, Plain White T's, Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last concert you saw? - Boys Like Girls. MARTIN! @__@ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Hot tea or cold tea? - Hot tea. Tea or coffee? - Depends. Coffee over tea, but milk tea PWNs all. Sugar or snickerdoodles? - Sugar. WTF IS A SNICKERDOODLE? Is it scrumdidlyumptious?&lt;br /&gt;Can you swim well? - Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you patient? - Usually yes. But it really depends.&lt;br /&gt;DJ or band, at a wedding? - DJ AND band. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ever won a contest? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever have plastic surgery? - No. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Which are better black or green olives? - Black. :3&lt;br /&gt;Can you knit or crochet? - No. But I sorta sew.&lt;br /&gt;Best room for a fireplace? - Living room.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married? - Yes. o///o&lt;br /&gt;If married, how long have you been married? - I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your HS crush? - I can't say. &gt;__&lt; mabubuking ako.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? - Not always.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have kids? - Um. Dee Dee and Aimee?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids? - Yes. xD&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite color? - I love almost all colors. At the top of the list are black, pink, and red. I hate sea green and MMDA pink.&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now? - Yes.&lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch, Next Great American Band on FOX? - No. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-7832968336527662618?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/7832968336527662618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=7832968336527662618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/7832968336527662618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/7832968336527662618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey-again.html' title='Survey again. :)'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-619925123186840078</id><published>2008-12-20T00:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:25:26.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey, TAKE TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/usersurvey.jpg" alt="60 Questions People Dont Ask Survey - Fun Myspace Survey" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60 Questions People Dont Ask Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you ran? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Yesterday. Pagod. &gt;__&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Uh, just one pair. They weren't mine to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you dreading right now? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Never seeing someone again. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you celebrate 420? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;What's that? o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No, but I'm working on it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Depends on the person. If I like them, it'd be cool to be lazy with them. But if they were some annoying freak, I'd kill. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who last grabbed your ass? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I believe my dog. o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on your school's track team? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;NO. =)) OF COURSE NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pair of Converse? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Yes &lt;3&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you copy and paste this survey? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Um, I will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat raw cookie dough? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;YEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kicked a vending machine? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&gt;.&gt; no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Depends on the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Trading Spaces? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Once lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you eat oreos? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I stuff them in my mouth. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;YES. Almost every freaking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you cocky? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Hm. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you live without a computer? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No. Hands down, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear your shoes in the house? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Very seldomly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or what sleeps with you? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;My mother. No choice. She sleeps alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I never believed. o___o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I don't want to count. Ang dami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you're sad? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I cry and I listen to emo music. And I mentally beat myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you call first if you won the lottery? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'd call... one of my friends. I think Aya\'d be the first because yeah.... xDD or maybe HIM. But who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you saw your best friend? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Which one? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in high school? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;-nodnod-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What jewelry are you wearing? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I was holding a pair of cross earrings a while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone on your bad side now? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;HELL YES. She's never getting off. Even when it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you do when you get online? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I look for a certain person. Often to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Grey's Anatomy? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Yeeeeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do most people spell your name? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Lexine "I"sabel. &gt;__&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Maybe a jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I. Don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Church. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;You. Wish. Nobody can replace Michael Jackson. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite name for a girl? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Enixelle Areia. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite name for a boy? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Maxwell Zachary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep your last name when you get married? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No. I wanna get rid of it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you left your house? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you return your cart? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Sa supermarket? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dishwasher? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What noise do you hear? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Music is NOT noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you survive in prison? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I already did. I live here. Wait. Prison? Kala ko the Philippines. Ah, never mind. Same thing. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the youngest in your family? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Moi. x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likey overpack? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Me. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with the same name as you? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Not EXACTLY the same name. I know a LOT of Lexi's though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you purchased? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;-tries to remember- It was an accessory. I'm sure of it. Oh, right! My G-clef and eighth-note earrings! *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;YES. I love them SO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brand are your pants right now? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'm wearing a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Georgia (the state)? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What irritates you most on the internet? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Her. Her and her stupid stupidness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brand is your digital camera? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I don't have one. ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch movies with your parents? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Depends on the movie. ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song best describes your life right now? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Dami. Hot n Cold by Katy Perry, So Contagious by Acceptance, The Pros and Cons of Breathing by Fall Out Boy, Heels Over Head by Boys Like Girls, Why by Secondhand Serenade, Like a Knife by Secondhand Serenade, It's Not Over by Secondhand Serenade, Again I Go Unnoticed by Dashboard Confessional, Anyone Anyone by Dashboard Confessional, Wishes by Superchick, Realize by Colbie Caillat, Your Guardian Angel by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking college classes right now? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sushi? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get your hair cut every month? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go online everyday? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you pass this survey on to 5 people? - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Maybe? o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take This &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/survey/4725/60-Questions-People-Dont-Ask-Survey/"&gt;60 Questions People Dont Ask Survey&lt;/a&gt; and other &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Fun Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at Quizopolis.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyOTc2MTUxMDIxOSZwdD*xMjI5NzYxNTc5Nzk5JnA9OTA2NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTExYjQyZDQ5ODNhZTQyYzdiYjBjY2E5YmYxNjY3M2Ji.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-619925123186840078?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/619925123186840078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=619925123186840078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/619925123186840078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/619925123186840078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey-take-two.html' title='Survey, TAKE TWO!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-9200515805949458040</id><published>2008-12-19T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:50:39.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe that I am, in fact, insane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My week was filled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It was almost too good to be true. Of course, there were bad parts to it. Yesterday evening was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Enough to make a person really feel suicidal. Do you know the feeling when you're sick to your stomach because of a stupid reason? Something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stupid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; full of useless stress, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...? What's worse is, it was just a simple matter. Actually, it wasn't anything. Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one short word&lt;/span&gt; that could cut into your heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so deep, you could hate everything inside you. You wonder what the hell is wrong with you, when you've done nothing that was worth all this pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mentally beats you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and all you want is to escape. And there are only two methods of escape. Be rid of what is causing you pain, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; put a blunt end to your existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It's really one of those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;But what if you need the thing that hurts you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? Then you only have one option left...  But I'm not like that. Unfortunately, I can't bear to get rid of the pain. It makes me happy. I know it sounds strange, but pain is some sort of drug for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll admit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I feel the suicidal impulses. What's worse is the fact that I feel it on a frequent basis. I'm very thankful that, no matter how bad things get, no matter how many tears fall from these two eyes of mine, I have done absolutely nothing to harm myself seriously. That's for my physical health. I wish I could say the same for my mental being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so painful&lt;/span&gt; not having you around&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I think I've said everything that happened in a cryptic enough manner. I'm okay now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I apologize for the emo-fest. Please take this hilarious picture of two characters from Xenogears, Billy Lee Black and Bartholomew Fatima, as compensation for people I may have depressed. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; this picture. xD It's so full of epic win. And bishie-ness. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMqbMpEkDnQ/SUtzeKhXOSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4UK95z8DkS0/s1600-h/billy-manga06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMqbMpEkDnQ/SUtzeKhXOSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4UK95z8DkS0/s320/billy-manga06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281441950079596834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. :D That was cool, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;wasn't it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? Lord knows how much I adore this picture. It's so funny considering the fact that these are my two favorite male characters from XG. And they're both hot (IMO). And they sorta hate each other. xDD Never did I think that I would come across a picture like this. It's supposedly from a doujinshi. As soon as I saw the scan, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;HAD TO SAVE IT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ONWARD WITH THE WEEK'S EVENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall give you a summary of what happened this past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you expect? o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oranges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dora the Explorer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freaking random people out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And much, MUCH more. &gt;:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dun dun duuuun. xD woot. You will FOREVER change your view of me after reading this, I assure you. Promise mo muna na friends pa rin tayo. D: sige naaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... a good place to start would be the plan for the Shekinah Christian Training Center High School Division Christmas party. I was put in the yellow team (WOO!). Basically, we were required to present a performance and a cheer. We decided to do a Dora the Explorer spoof. It involved Snow White, Gretchen and Spinelli from Recess, a tall elf, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true meaning of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; :&gt; ye, men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the party was today. We crammed. Our cheer was only finalized yesterday, thus, fourth place. OH CRAP. Remind me to kill Bodi. :) Bodi, if you're reading this, come January 5, don't expect to be breathing. I had to scream, "YELLOW! MI YEYEEEELLOW!" in the beginning. To make things worse, nobody was ready yet, so I had to shout that THREE times. -_- Do you know the Delo song? o_O yung sa Caltex ata. Anyway, I had to shout "Yellow" in that fashion. DO YOU KNOW HOW DEGRADING THAT IS FOR A GIRL!? I was SO embarassed! &gt;__&lt; seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about the games soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the performance. The cast (in order of appearance) is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dora - Abby&lt;br /&gt;Bugs - Ighty and Bodi&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen - Nics&lt;br /&gt;Spinelli - Allia&lt;br /&gt;Snow White - Nica&lt;br /&gt;The Elves - Alex, Princess, and Daryl [si Tall Elf. xD]&lt;br /&gt;Swiper - Arvin&lt;br /&gt;Santa - Bodi (Again)&lt;br /&gt;Pastor - Daryl (Again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Lex on that list?" is a question that you may ask. Well, if you must know, I WAS cast. As the map. Yeah. If there's a place you gotta go, I'm the one you need to know. I'm the map. I'm the map, I'm the map. I'm NOT KIDDING. Oh, and by the way, my costume was awesome. :) Who knew cartolina had so many uses? So, kiddies, if ever you find yourself without a costume for Halloween or something, look no further. Cartolina is a good material that's both inexpensive AND stupid looking. :D See? -points down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.gustogurl12.multiply.com/image/5/photos/11/400x400/12/100-2522.JPG?et=FVLoh8oYVukQ2cBXotypVw&amp;amp;nmid=150301067"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://images.gustogurl12.multiply.com/image/5/photos/11/400x400/12/100-2522.JPG?et=FVLoh8oYVukQ2cBXotypVw&amp;amp;nmid=150301067" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(picture was grabbed from Pauline's multiply site. &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically, I was deprived of every ounce of dignity I may have possessed in the past. From the shouting to the map costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what was REALLY beautiful about our performance? xD Whenever there was an audience interaction, (I.E.: "Say map! Say map! LOUDER!!!"), PEOPLE ACTUALLY RESPONDED! O_O AND THEY WERE SCREAMING THEIR HEADS OFF! xDDDDDDDDD Say it with me. Valley, Meadow, Christmas Mountain! Valley, Meadow, Christmas Mountain! Valley, Meadow, Christmas Mountaiiiiiiiiin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a riot. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lent a majority of the props and costumes. Kinareer, bordz. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. First place. :D Yep. The loss of dignity paid off. We were 3rd place overall. That was good. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my secret agent fulfilled her mission. We have acquired the what I have wanted since the NSC. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. That's what happened today. Now, a story of school bus kalokohan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on Tuesday. I was in the bus, eating an orange. I was sitting by the window when a bright idea struck me. "Why not offer people a piece of my orange?" :D So that's exactly what I did. I opened the window when we stopped at an intersection. It was a busy street, so there were a lot of people around. I was waving hi to all the people. :D And then I gestured, offering them my orange. ;^; I was rejected by every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I did something a bit weirder. Yes, I still offered the orange, but before that, I talked to people on the street and I tried to make friends with them. :D I put on an American accent and I was all, "HEY! Sir, do you want an orange?" And then I start singing and acting like a maniac. I sang Christmas carols. xD Oh yeah. Who can forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BLACKIE!!! BAKIT MO KAMI INIWAAAAN!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Yes, I really screamed that. I was fake-crying, too. xDDDD And I told everyone I saw, "Namatay aso ko. Huhu." Parang ganun. Sira ulo. Yeah, so I talked to a lot of people on the street. I was saying merry Christmas and stuff. And yes, I was still offering the orange. At one point, a hungry looking old man was about to take it, but he hesitated, and the bus moved. D: dang. AND THEN!!! Oh crap. xDDD We saw these two students from Immaculate on a tricycle. They were around our age. "Hi. Anong pangalan nyo?" Wika ni Kat. o_o;; We were asking them for their numbers na... and we managed a 0915 from the guy. Then the bus moved. 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On the other side of the road. Sa may SM. E diba ang laki ng daan doon? So it was like, 6 rows of traffic. We were screaming for them, and nakita nila kami. o_o biro mo. And then we were shouting, "WHAT'S YOUR YM!?!?" and the dude was screaming the spelling of his YM and stuff, and then we realized, cellphone number na lang. Mas madali. And guess what? We got it. xD LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the orange was contaminated by all the pollution it faced in that period of 30 minutes. I threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last day of school bus kalokohan. Thursday. Last day of classes for my busmates, so siyempre ang daming hindi sumabay. Well. Boredom + newly made map face + lots of people = FUN. &gt;D By the time we were at SM again, I asked if we could open the windows. After which, I opened them... and held the mask thing to my face. xDDD When we stopped by the sidewalk, there were SO MANY PEOPLE. So, I decided to start laughing like a maniac and get people to look, thus freaking them out. I was laughing soooo unbelievably hard. &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Mission&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; accomplished. Over 20 people were freaked out. :3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;IN OTHER NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have recently harbored a strange love for Patrick Stump, the lead singer and rhythm guitarist of Fall Out Boy. He's not as good-looking as Pete Wentz, but I love him more. He has an incredibly amazing voice. And after listening to Patrick Being Weird (it's a hidden track. You can find it on my multiply playlist), I found him hilarious. So I wikiquote'd him. After seeing all those quotes, I realized how witty and funny he is. So there you have it, people. A person doesn't have to be hot to be incredulously sexy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band FINALLY has a band name! We call ourselves Halfway Haywire. x3 I've been writing a few more songs. We recently completed one called Thursday, and we're writing one called It Doesn't Matter. There are other songs in the works. You have to listen to us sometime. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Boobooyitsu (Abby) is presently on a plane headed for &lt;st1:place&gt;Hong  Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Actually, she's probably already there. I miss her already. 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T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my post is finished. :) Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-9200515805949458040?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/9200515805949458040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=9200515805949458040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/9200515805949458040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/9200515805949458040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe-that-i-am-in-fact-insane.html' title='I believe that I am, in fact, insane.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMqbMpEkDnQ/SUtzeKhXOSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4UK95z8DkS0/s72-c/billy-manga06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470207878653612422.post-4736399964238721646</id><published>2008-12-01T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:55:28.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I haven't blogged in forever. xD I'm not dead, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Started&lt;/s&gt; Revived my multiply account. Add me? Elhaymlexine. Thankies. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabricated will be moved over there. :D Plz read. I've set up a miniseries called "Three Nerds with Glasses" xD That's about the main hero (or antagonist. &gt;.&gt;), Adam Mulvanny, and his best friends, Maxwell Lexington and Zachary Woods. :)) It's awesome. You gotta read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I -might- consider making Elly-Kay a character. xDDDDDD MAJOR LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope nobody understood that. &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONWARD WITH THE DAY'S EVENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;terrible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; incident that happened some two weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;, I believe that this is the first time I've had fun in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MEAN &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;REAL FUN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Sammy and Lorry today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM Bicutan. Ayos no? xD It's really near lang kasi, so my mom allowed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Twilight. @___@ epic win of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is how my day went in detail. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept having nightmares the night before that I wasn't gonna make it to the movies. ._.' I woke up really relieved. I got dressed and I was out of the house by 12:45. We were supposed to meet at one. xD yeah. I wore my Twilight shirt courtesy of &lt;url=http://lovinglavina.multiply.com&gt;www.lovinglavina.multiply.com&lt;/url&gt;, my pink and black striped armwarmers (Thank you, Sempz. &lt;3), my studded wristband, jeans, and black Chucks with pink laces. xD yeah. I wore my cross and star earrings, too. And my mood ring. And my silver ring that turns my finger green. xD Temporarily, of course. I was SO freaked out the first time. o_x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my bro brought me there, and then we waited for Sam. She was running a bit late so nag-bonding na lang kami muna ni kuya. Haha. She arrived some 15 minutes later, as I was enjoying my juice. We ran to AM-BLVD, but the lady said I had to finish my juice. -_- So I did and we went back in, and we looked around. We ran to the department store and we bought stuff. :D I got red laces for my Chucks and a black tie with pink hearts. Sam got a black and white polka-dotted tie. xD And combs. I think that's all she got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to the movie house with the tickets, along with Lorraine's. She wouldn't be there until 3, so we bought for her. The movie was fantabulous. o_o;; almost every guy was hotness and Charlie was such heartbreak/comic relief. xDDD SERIOUSLY. PEPPER SPRAY. Lorry came 15 minutes later. Bitin yung movie, but it was awesome. :D So um, we went to Kameraworld and took pictures. Weird. xD Haha. Ran to McDonald's for our much-anticipated chicken burgers xDD they were good. Oh yeah, Lorry got me a wristband. @__@ it's awesomeness. Seriously. So we went back to Kameraworld for our developed pictures, but they weren't there yet. :/ So we just basked in our retardation/vainness. xD Pictures galore, men. Adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the department store. Lorry got a Detective Conan wallet. We stared at shiny things (Edward. @__@), and I tried on mascara. :)) LOL. Yeah, I was addicted to it at one point of my life. I'm still wearing it, actually. o_o;; Haha. So um, it was time to say goodbye na. D: Way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a summary of our day together. Posting pics someday. :)) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-4736399964238721646?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/4736399964238721646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=4736399964238721646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/4736399964238721646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/4736399964238721646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-3.html' title='FUN! &lt;3'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-4533738599553916540</id><published>2008-10-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:23:23.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it from me, this is probably not a real experience. If I describe you, I give you my sincerest apologies. || - Lexine Machuca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: * The following segment is an original story which is written by the author of this blog, namely, me. This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not entirely&lt;/span&gt; fictitious. There are tiny parts based on my life and the lives of others that I have met.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||&lt;u&gt;Fabrication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/u&gt;||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::part one::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Were I, Ellis Emily Wright, to make my own thesaurus, I would place my own name under, "useless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a pessimist. Nice to meet you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;||&lt;u&gt;Chapter One&lt;/u&gt;||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Sweet beginnings(?)::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tinatamad ang author. Wait for a few days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-4533738599553916540?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/4533738599553916540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=4533738599553916540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/4533738599553916540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/4533738599553916540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-it-from-me-this-is-probably-not.html' title='Take it from me, this is probably not a real experience. If I describe you, I give you my sincerest apologies. || - Lexine Machuca'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-1233880041121567336</id><published>2008-09-30T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:18:09.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T TAAAAAAAKE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!</title><content type='html'>I FEEL TOO MUCH LIKE AN EGG SANDWICH! I PROMISE TO NEVER, EVER, &lt;B&gt;EVER&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;EVER&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;I&gt;EVER&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; IGNORE MY EGG SANDWICH AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE THIS FEELING! GET IT OOOOOOOFFFFFFFFF! GET IT OFFFFFFF!!!!! I DON'T FREAKING WANT IT ANYMORE!!! TAKE IT AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGIIIIIIIIIIIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T I SUCK SO BADLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-1233880041121567336?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/1233880041121567336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=1233880041121567336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/1233880041121567336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/1233880041121567336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-taaaaaaake-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='I CAN&apos;T TAAAAAAAKE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-6148498027864524125</id><published>2008-09-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:19:13.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING I WANTED TO MAKE ABSOLUTELY CLEAR!</title><content type='html'>I was recently asked this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:"You have a crush on [insert name of guy from classroom here], don’t you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "No. Absolutely not. I tend to be overly nice to people, and they misread this as affection. I’m a laugh-y, smile-y type of person. I’m someone who will smile at you if you open the door for me, or do me a favor or something. I will laugh when you crack a joke because my humor is really shallow like that. I use manners when I talk to people I know, but mostly to those I don’t know so well. When I’m with my friends, I act as crazy as possible. I am polite as possible to you because I detest rudeness. Please, don’t flatter yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE. EVERYONE WHO THINKS THAT I HAPPEN TO LIKE ANYONE THAT'S FROM OUR SCHOOL, OR FROM MY OLD SCHOOL OR SOMETHING, YOU ARE WRONG. Dead wrong. So please stop. If any of the boys in our class read this, I'm sorry, but I don't like you. Not one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy I like is from another school. It's far from ours. SO STHU. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful ako sa kanya, eh. xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-6148498027864524125?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/6148498027864524125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=6148498027864524125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/6148498027864524125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/6148498027864524125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-i-wanted-to-make-absolutely.html' title='SOMETHING I WANTED TO MAKE ABSOLUTELY CLEAR!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470207878653612422.post-7684397945096190446</id><published>2008-09-20T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:35:11.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I made on Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJaycie%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Seriffic Grunge"; 	mso-font-alt:Century; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:EN-GB; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-GB;} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear World,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yo. Hai. Sup? I just got home and I feel like some sort of chaotic mess. Yeah, a total wad of crap. I swear. I’m here, just innocently typing, bearing with my allergy/cold/whatever it is. I just sneezed, actually. I’m also listening to emo music. Yah, I no ryt? No, Lex is not emo. Lex likes emo music. Lex relates to emo music. And Lex will stop talking in third person, right about... NOW!! Woo. I’m really, really, tired after such a long day of work. Really. I had to write down comma, capitalization, and quotation mark rules from memory a while ago! TWICE! Do you know how sucky that is?! I’m glad I’m out of it, though. My egg sandwich is staring at me, somewhat insulted that it’s not being paid any attention. I know how it feels. –Takes a bite out of sandwich- Yech. There are still pieces of shell in it. Remind me to cook my own sandwich next time. Anyway, on with why I feel like an egg sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently, I realized I had my company exchanged for an inanimate object. I will not say what it is for fear of who I’m talking about’s discovery. But I bet they know already. Does it matter? I believe not. It’s okay, I’m used to being thrown aside like I’m nothing. It’s happened very often in my years of living on this earth. It just gets a bit depressing, you know? As an example, take this story. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You’re here, all alone in your room, in this large house with only three living souls inhabiting it, the other two not caring about your very existence. You know for a fact that you are being ignored due to complete and utter lack of interest by the very person you care for most in the entire world. Your insecurity creeps in, slowly damaging your entity until it totally seeps into your mind that you are not good enough. Not even for yesterday. Still, you go on with life. Like any other teenager, you do your best to ignore that growing mountain of homework piled up on your desk. You’d rather vent out your feelings to a world that will probably never, ever truly care or understand what you feel in life. The beauty of it is, it doesn’t make an effort to. Even better, it’s not listening. It all comes down to the very fact that the only one you really care for in this entire world does not care about you more than he/she/it cares about a certain inanimate object, say, a car. This thing is worth way more to he/she/it than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Relevance to egg sandwich? I’m being ignored. I only put in hypothetical terms that it was the person I do care about most in the world. Honestly, who DO I care about most in this world? I have no idea. Funny, isn’t it? I just put it in those terms so that you would understand. Here’s hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a bunch of stuff I’ve been working on for the past few days. This is mostly related to the NSC or National Student Convention. If you don’t like reading this type of stuff, skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;I still have a piano piece to practice. I’m barely past the first page out of seven. Nevertheless, I’ll do my best. ANYWAY, my piano teacher (sort of) is being SUCH a dear. She promised to record the piece for me. Ain’t that sweet? Considering I’ve never taken piano lessons in my life, this is a huge help. I have no idea as to how fast the song is supposed to go. I read notes, sure, but I can’t tell what tempo I’m supposed to set. Gah. It’s hard.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;s&gt;I was chosen for mixed quartet yesterday. Oh yay. Another singing event. I hate the fact that I’m so short. I’m the freaking shortest in the quartet. It feels weird. I guess it’s okay since I’m the youngest. Oh, wow. I AM the youngest in the quartet! Who knew?! So, that’s one more thing added to my list of things to do.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    HANDBELLS! Gi. I honestly have no idea as to how I’m going to pull it off. I think I’ll have to stop using the school bus for a while. At least until major practices are over.  And only for going home and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;s&gt;Small ensemble, yay. We’re almost done with our piece. Just mastery, perfection, and the finishing touches. I’m excited for that.&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We changed our large ensemble piece yesterday. Some parts sound like songs I’ve heard already (ex: “One Song,” “Put a Banana in Your Ear,” and “On Top of Spaghetti”), but it’s a really pretty song. Very… singable. It’s  a medley of three songs, and we were able to get a, “Something like that” from our choir director on the first day! Do you know how cool that is?! Our first day, and we get a, “Something like that”! –Is happy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Camille and I are starting a band, as you may already know. And it’s going GREAT. We have songs and everything. We aren’t in need of members anymore. I remember leaving a flyer out there in ATC the other week, leaving the URL of my blog. I left it on a table at Starbucks. If someone happened to pick it up and actually is reading this right now, I THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART. You rock my socks. Will you please keep updated? Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang to people on the street corner today. I was in the bus and I opened the window and I was like,      “I DON’T WANNA RUN AWAY, BUT I CAN’T TAKE IT! I DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!~~~!!”     Srsly. Then a kid screamed at me,     “UMINOM KA?!”      I laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And that’s it. I’m ignored, annoyed, depressed, but satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hope Dahlia doesn’t kill you, &lt;br /&gt;Lex&lt;span   lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;  &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-7684397945096190446?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/7684397945096190446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=7684397945096190446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/7684397945096190446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/7684397945096190446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-i-made-on-wednesday_20.html' title='Something I made on Wednesday.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-568141136172582772</id><published>2008-09-11T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:24:34.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xD Saya.</title><content type='html'>I dunno if I'm going to update the previous post. Meh. xD ANYWAY... Elocution namin bukas. o_o;; Scary, srsly. Especially since I'm one of the finalists. I'm also scared for those in the audience considering the fact that, well, nakakaasar yung mga piece namin. Pampagulo ng buhay beyond all belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shac, Rach, and Abe nga eh. o_O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos yung Moymoy Palaboy. HANEP. Ang galing! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdjuuswnfDM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdjuuswnfDM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panoorin nyo. Astig yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na nga. Update ko na mga posts ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later. &gt;:) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-568141136172582772?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/568141136172582772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=568141136172582772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/568141136172582772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/568141136172582772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/09/xd-saya.html' title='xD Saya.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-5634324822096655753</id><published>2008-09-04T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:30:39.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The week of pure awesometasticalness. OH YUSS.</title><content type='html'>You know WHAT? I'm not sure if that post title was actually serious. Because as of right now, it's becoming the worst week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESERVED POST. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls on Saturday! SAMMY! COME WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap. Linggo ng Wika din. CRAAAAAAP. THE DANCE OF SEXISM! T_T I DU NUT LIEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, let's just say this was a very... musical week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craptastically awesometastical. Funny, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/333 Love = Fun. xD So much fun. I hate myself. For some unexplained reason, I hate myself. I hate my freaking guts. I HATE THEM. Weird. When everything's bad for me, I feel real good about myself. At this point of my life, I'm succeeding. I hate myself for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE ROCKS. WOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for edit. Yay. Fun. Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-5634324822096655753?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/5634324822096655753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=5634324822096655753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/5634324822096655753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/5634324822096655753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-of-pure-awesometasticalness-oh.html' title='The week of pure awesometasticalness. OH YUSS.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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-2470207878653612422.post-5396807080971367430</id><published>2008-08-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:40:33.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...on this day...</title><content type='html'>Today, on August 24, 2008, I woke up to the sound of my mother sobbing. It could have been the most surreal thing I've witnessed. I slept at around 3 AM the previous night (though it seems incorrect to say night when 3 AM is in fact in the morning...). To my surprise, I had a dream. I haven't had one in what seemed like ages, but I can't recall any of it. Moving on, I woke up at around 7 AM. My mother and my sister were crying in one corner of the room... I was fearing the worst. And the worst was a reality. My grandmother had passed away in her sleep during the earlier parts of the morning. I don't really know what else to say at this point... That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-5396807080971367430?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/5396807080971367430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=5396807080971367430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/5396807080971367430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/5396807080971367430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-this-day.html' title='...on this day...'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470207878653612422.post-4060995668083087925</id><published>2008-08-22T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:55:35.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post. Yey.</title><content type='html'>Bwiset naman 'to. First post, ang crappy ng skin. Malay ko ba kung bakit ayaw mag-save yung gusto kong layout. Kabwiset. Anyway, ayun. Blog of me. Yes it is. Walang masulat kahit ang daming nangyayari. Adik eh. =)) Dibale na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470207878653612422-4060995668083087925?l=muzifallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/feeds/4060995668083087925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470207878653612422&amp;postID=4060995668083087925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/4060995668083087925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470207878653612422/posts/default/4060995668083087925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzifallow.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-post-yey.html' title='First post. Yey.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365839638413600978</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
