<?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-4025027104168084971</id><updated>2011-10-26T02:52:35.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog. 8D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4025027104168084971.post-631617351264127366</id><published>2011-10-26T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:52:35.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year is near its end, my banner has expired, and no one checks this anymore.</title><content type='html'>Why am I still here?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because this still holds a lot of significance for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a good day today. I had a strawberry sundae and I watched the sun change the sky's colors. The rain had just ended and it was late afternoon, so pretty much, the weather was fantastic. I walked home from Marcelo Avenue, the sun was just about to set. I took a detour through the park and watched children play. I wanted to ride the swings but I suppose it wasn't to happen. The sky was perfect, and The Starting Line's Playing Favorites was playing. I don't know what it is with me and weather and music like that, but it just makes me feel so... alive. I can't always say it makes me happy, because sometimes on beautiful days like this is when I am saddest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2:51 AM and I should be studying for midterms (I'm in college now!), but I like procrastinating. So much that I actually opened up a blog I haven't used in 10 months just to type something to waste time. I'm so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owl City tomorrow. Not that I'm going. Don't know how I'll make it through the day without crying. We'll see, we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should study now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-631617351264127366?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/631617351264127366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2011/10/year-is-near-its-end-my-banner-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/631617351264127366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/631617351264127366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2011/10/year-is-near-its-end-my-banner-has.html' title='The year is near its end, my banner has expired, and no one checks this anymore.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-7650543228753950249</id><published>2010-12-31T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:36:50.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A farewell to 2010.</title><content type='html'>Since it has been months since my last update, I felt that it was my duty to bring my readers an entry, on this last day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has marked a lot of events. Events that were greatly significant, though they didn't seem to be at first. If there was anything I learned this year, it was that you should never take anything for granted. It'll always end in regret, no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson. Through my experiences this year, I've found that things are almost never as they appear, and that the best way to go through life is to take things with a smile. As difficult as it sounds, it's the only way we can truly do things the way we should. If it's beyond our power to fix, then we shouldn't waste time, breath, blood, sweat, and tears over it. Laughing it off is always the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel particularly philosophical tonight, but maybe it has to do with the many instances that I've had to be strong this past year. I definitely feel like I've become wiser, just as much as I've turned another year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said that I have no regrets about how I lived my year. There's always going to be some sort of remorse for some stupid decision you make. But it's how it goes. We live, we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby resolve to stop the self-hatred for good. No more reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was a year of hope and discouragement, love and hate, laughter and tears. Just like any other year. But I know I will remember the things that have happened to me in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at 25 minutes before the new year comes in, I bid 2010 a final farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May much happiness be poured out upon us this 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-7650543228753950249?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7650543228753950249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-to-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7650543228753950249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7650543228753950249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-to-2010.html' title='A farewell to 2010.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-2190583681369982384</id><published>2010-08-29T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:02:55.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was eventful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Linggo ng Wika. Fun stuff. I'm too tired to talk about it, so instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kappagoddess#!/video/video.php?v=1358158754144&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here's a video of this skit I was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I'm the screaming fangirl. &gt;_&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I ate so much today. @__@ Practically every type of rice cake was there... I love rice cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After the program, random silliness ensued between me and my lovely friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs296.snc4/41159_1265331133650_1840942048_563427_3916502_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 560px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;AGGY'S, REPRESENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*shot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That is us. I'm on the far left, Camille is next to me, Jinggay is next to her, and Anelle is next to Jinggay. And that cute little thing at the bottom of the picture is Nevie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We're amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I got home at 11:57 AM and played Ragnarok. Hooray for my awesome new Angra. Heeeeee. I had to leave the house again though. Went to Yakimix at the Mall of Asia for Tita Lou's birthday party. I ate so much again. @____@;;;;; sushi and tempura and food you cook at your table. It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Got home and played more RO. Heeeee. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And then Jean showed me this band. This particular song stood out. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LubQp3fpgo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LubQp3fpgo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And I found it too amazing for me to not post the lyrics. I'm gonna say it: I relate to this song. I doubt anyone cares about/reads what I put on this blog anyway, so what's the point of being conscious about something that's trivial to the rest of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Come Back to Me - Trading Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If I hold out my hand&lt;br /&gt;Would it change where you're standing now?&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave all you've found&lt;br /&gt;That's keeping your heart on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afraid for love to come around your heart again&lt;br /&gt;When it's the only thing you need&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you could do the same&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;I will wait until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afraid for love to come around your heart again&lt;br /&gt;When it's the only thing you need&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only hope&lt;br /&gt;That the love that will not let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will find its way back into your life&lt;br /&gt;So I will not close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Until I see you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Loving me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hold out my hand&lt;br /&gt;Would it change where you're standing now?&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm tired. Physically and emotionally. Good night.&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/4025027104168084971-2190583681369982384?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2190583681369982384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-was-eventful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2190583681369982384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2190583681369982384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-was-eventful.html' title='Today was eventful.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-1536942098628947374</id><published>2010-08-10T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:25:40.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasantly surreal. My first GMH moment.</title><content type='html'>Today, at school, I went to the girls' restroom. Not much to else to be said there, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, upon leaving the cubicle, I saw a green Post-It stuck to the mirror that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Smile. You look beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It very easily made my day.  I found it so sweet for someone to put that there just to make a person smile. I couldn't help but smile, myself, and say, "Aww, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work, and before I knew it, it was time for recess. I felt very tired that morning, so I decided to take a nap at my desk. When I woke up, I saw a green Post-It stuck to my desk that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You're welcome. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who's leaving me these messages, but if ever they stumble upon this blog post, I want to say thank you for making me smile and for making today so much brighter. You give me hope. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-1536942098628947374?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1536942098628947374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/pleasantly-surreal-my-first-gmh-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/1536942098628947374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/1536942098628947374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/pleasantly-surreal-my-first-gmh-moment.html' title='Pleasantly surreal. My first GMH moment.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-6735340933082268793</id><published>2010-08-08T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:59:15.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU KNOW WHAT I MISSED?</title><content type='html'>I REALLY MISSED LISTENING TO HAWTHORNE HEIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wow. The last time I listened to them was 2007. I stopped listening shortly after Casey died, then I just kinda forgot they existed. I'm a horrible person, I know. But... yeah. Listening to them again brought back incredible memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go and listen to my old favorites and listen to tracks I haven't heard yet. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRUXDlH-W9g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRUXDlH-W9g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-6735340933082268793?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6735340933082268793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-what-i-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6735340933082268793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6735340933082268793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-what-i-missed.html' title='YOU KNOW WHAT I MISSED?'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-2751241601787669751</id><published>2010-07-31T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:09:10.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohnooooooes July is oveeeeer and I haven't posted anything since June and I feel all ranty asdkjasdlj.</title><content type='html'>Have I seriously gone that long without posting anything up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I did. No matter, I'm back, and alive. Partially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Lots has happened in the last two months. I would have a much more detailed explanation, but that's what procrastination does to you. Let's keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political business. I volunteered to be the campaign manager for Jesus' League at the school elections a few weeks back. Logo designing, poster making, slogans, staying up late. It was awesome. Too bad I didn't make it to the meeting at Camille's house. Mother insisted it was too far away, and there was no way I could get there, considering I'm not allowed to commute by myself, and we've no car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Mom and I stayed home that Wednesday. We had lunch and coffee in front of the TV while we watched the presidential inauguration. I was happy to have watched a moment that will go down in history. I hope that the administration brings a real change to the country. We've had enough of living this way. If everyone would just cooperate together and stop thinking about themselves so much, the Philippines would truly rise up as a nation and become prosperous, as it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with my writing style today, though? I've never been so... dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't really want to go back to my usual way of posting. Time for a change, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given multiple opportunities to go music tripping these past few weeks. Very pleased with the results. I'll be adding a few new bands to my listening list, among which are Anberlin, The Starting Line, and A Rocket to the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've found a lot of new good songs from my other favorite artists. Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano playing has gone well. I've progressed, after a few months of being at a complete standstill. Which is a relief, considering that piano is one of my greatest passions in life. I've been immersing myself in video game instrumentals, and I found a very good piano arrangement for one of my favorite Xenogears songs. Truth be told, I found this several months ago, and I've listened to it an incredible amount of times already. I was listening to it on my iPod during the bus ride home last Friday, and I fell in love with it. Again. Lol, I don't know anymore. Just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGPVMl6IbSc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGPVMl6IbSc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes. It sounds impossible to play with two hands, almost. I would love to be able to play this one day. I've got to keep practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BAHAHAHAHAAAAA I FOUND THE SHEET MUSIC. 8DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*regains composure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the elocution contest is coming up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preeeetty&lt;/span&gt; soon, and the senior girls were made to memorize Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "Paul Revere's Ride." It's probably the longest thing I've ever had to memorize, but I love the poem itself. It's beautifully written, and fun to recite, though some phrases can be tough to pronounce well. I was able to memorize all of it already. I just need to "befriend" the piece (as my sister said) and to get my actions and acting skills ready. Woohoo. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Student Convention practices are in full-swing now, and I still don't know if I'm going or not. I'm still praying about it, but to be honest, part of me doesn't want to go. I don't know... I guess I feel like I'm never given a chance to prove myself. I'm well aware that I'm not too active in Convention matters because of my graduation requirements, but that doesn't stop other people from joining in... and I guess it's mostly how my other talents go unnoticed. Especially singing. I know that I'm not an incredible singer, but I can sing pretty well. Singing was my first real passion, and for it to be completely discarded over and over hurts me. I don't want to be stuck in the middle ground anymore. I want to break free from my mediocrity. That's why I want to be trained. Doesn't anyone see that anymore? I don't want anyone to think that I'm sour-graping, because I'm not. It's not bitterness either. It's frustration. I don't know over what exactly, but I'm incredibly frustrated. Maybe it's with the people around me, or the way things are happening, but mostly I think I'm frustrated with myself. I honestly WANT to improve. Whether in singing, or writing, or drawing, or playing my instruments, or anything else. But nobody really cares anymore, yeah? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to get that out of my system, and it pains me to think that I haven't even released half of whatever I'm feeling right now. I've got to restrain myself. People might think the wrong thing of me if I continue with my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-2751241601787669751?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2751241601787669751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohnooooooes-july-is-oveeeeer-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2751241601787669751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2751241601787669751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohnooooooes-july-is-oveeeeer-and-i.html' title='Ohnooooooes July is oveeeeer and I haven&apos;t posted anything since June and I feel all ranty asdkjasdlj.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-1755034810498957183</id><published>2010-06-21T04:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T04:58:52.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OhmyGoddddI'mstillalive.</title><content type='html'>I made it through the first week!! I'm wiped out. x__x&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, my throat really, really hurts. :C Asdlkasjfakljfsaldasd I DON'T WANNA GET SICK ANYMORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. I'm hanging on really tightly to this blog. Posts have been getting shorter and shorter and shorter with the passing days. Know that this is my way of keeping sane. Saaaane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard this song on the radio yesterday, and it reminded me of you. Jejejeje?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, it's nice. Acoustic stuff. Here it is~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qG7yzG57FGQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qG7yzG57FGQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reallyreallyreallyreallyreally miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-1755034810498957183?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1755034810498957183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohmygoddddimstillalive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/1755034810498957183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/1755034810498957183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohmygoddddimstillalive.html' title='OhmyGoddddI&apos;mstillalive.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-2727054985901413596</id><published>2010-06-14T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:08:20.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, everyone. School starts tomorrow. That means that I will not be online as often as I used to. Huge possibility I'm not allowed on weekdays, either. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss everyone. :[ Take care, okay? Don't worry, I'll be around on the weekends, and I'll *try* to sneak on every once in a while! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need your prayers. Last year of high school. May God bless me indeed. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-2727054985901413596?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2727054985901413596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2727054985901413596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2727054985901413596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-7319289827951342817</id><published>2010-06-14T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:45:29.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grah.</title><content type='html'>Going back to school on Tuesday. Insomnia's gotten really horrible. I've been trying to sleep since 3 hours ago, to no avail. I am doomed. Thinking of pulling an all-nighter to get my body clock back in order. Going to SM tomorrow to buy school supplies... Gah. Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEELS LIKE INSOMNIAAAsakdjaskdjasd*shot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-7319289827951342817?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7319289827951342817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/grah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7319289827951342817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7319289827951342817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/grah.html' title='Grah.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-4451966885674391663</id><published>2010-06-13T01:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:21:06.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I've got &lt;a href="http://sunsetsandswingsets.tumblr.com/"&gt;my Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; set up. It's... interesting, to say the least. (: Lots of cool features. I love the whole, "reblog" thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think that I'll be ignoring this blog because I've got a Tumblr. That's just stupid. I don't think I could leave http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot, even if I've got anonymous readers who never, ever take the time to leave a comment. xD I kid. I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Tumblr will be for posting my graphic musings, and for reblogging things I find interesting. Like this picture of sheep I saw earlier! Sooooooocute~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3532647581_f1330ba5eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3532647581_f1330ba5eb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they absolutely adorable? &gt;w&lt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess that'll be it for me. I'll be designing new graphics to post on Tumblr tomorrow. Still contemplating if I should post the old pictures I made which have watermarks pointing to THIS site. Hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In closing, take this. Theme song of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNPpMJa2ZZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNPpMJa2ZZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;Sister Hazel's "Best I'll Ever Be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&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/4025027104168084971-4451966885674391663?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4451966885674391663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4451966885674391663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4451966885674391663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3532647581_f1330ba5eb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4025027104168084971.post-6666226275993846441</id><published>2010-06-12T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:42:54.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am healing, but it's taking so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWiytxHHRdc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWiytxHHRdc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;A beautiful song I found. "Near to You" by A Fine Frenzy. (: Hope you like it.&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/4025027104168084971-6666226275993846441?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6666226275993846441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-healing-but-its-taking-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6666226275993846441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6666226275993846441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-healing-but-its-taking-so-long.html' title='I am healing, but it&apos;s taking so long.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-4339967950153986535</id><published>2010-06-11T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:19:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes and cosplay. Mmmm.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I just finished blogging and all, but I think I should tell you that earlier today, I was having a chat with my lovely husband, Anelle, and we were talking about cosplaying. I hope to be going to the College of Saint Benilde next year, and according to someone who studies there who I will not name, because I know that Jean doesn't like being named (XD), it's a common occurrence for students to come to school dressed up all crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a brilliant idea. Why don't I cosplay to school?! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have a few planned out. I want them to be easy to make, but still fun to wear and all that. I don't want to stand out too much, as I'll probably be commuting and all, so I guess Xenogears outfits are totally out of the question. Here are a few cosplays I want to do~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Aerith Gainsborough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/572/24477-13060_109_gtv7aerith_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 276px;" src="http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/572/24477-13060_109_gtv7aerith_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to cosplay Aerith Gainsborough from Final Fantasy VII, and I believe that her costume will be easy enough to make. I plan on cosplaying her AC version. Her dress pink, a little above the ankles. Nothing too complicated. Her brown boots are easy to find, I suppose, and her bangles won't be too much of a problem. What I'm worried about is her jacket. I need to find a good red denim material, which could be a bit of a hassle. And then there are those leather loops in her jacket. &gt;_&gt; With that aside, this should be easy enough to pull off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a very lovely wig on eBay earlier today; I'm still contemplating whether I should buy it, or just tie my hair in a pink ribbon, since I'm only going to school after all. Decisions. The wig costs around P2,400, which isn't bad for something this nice. I should be able to save up for it after a few months. Here's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww242/greatarchy/09-06-30-charawig/FF7-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 197px;" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww242/greatarchy/09-06-30-charawig/FF7-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next cosplay options are from the Phoenix Wright series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ema Skye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.court-records.net/arts/big%20ema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.court-records.net/arts/big%20ema.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeee, Ema. She's the only one out of my cosplay choices who won't give me problems with the hair, since I can easily put my hair in that style. I've got the bangs, after all. 8D The lab coat should be easy enough to obtain, though I can't seem to find one with the right lapels... Her shirt would be a pink polo shirt, and I could have her vest made. I'll have to hunt for the skirt. I don't think finding a bag like that would be too hard, and I think I've got the socks already. Shoes, I'll have to buy, and her red neck ribbon, I'll have to make myself. What worries me are her badges, the vials in her bag, and her all-important pink shades. D: This could be the most complicated one out of all my cosplay choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini Miney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.court-records.net/arts/OA%20-%20nodoka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 366px;" src="http://www.court-records.net/arts/OA%20-%20nodoka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only real problem would be the wig. xD I mean, looooook. Her outfit's really easy to recreate. I think I have bell-bottoms like hers lying around somewhere! I can make the bracelets myself. Her sweater will be a tiny bit tricky, but meh. I'm sure there's a short-sleeved orange sweater out there somewhere. All I'll have to do is draw on it. 8D And the beret can be found most anywhere. I guess I can just recycle Aerith's boots, if ever, for Ini's shoes.&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;"&gt;Dahlia Hawthorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/RammyRummy/dahlia_hawthorne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 440px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/RammyRummy/dahlia_hawthorne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, apart from Dollie's parasol, the only real problem I'll have here is her wig. Her white dress is easily made, and I'm sure that I can buy lace for it. Transparent fabric, I have seen. I'll just have to buy a few yards of that, and I'll be fine. The white shoes are generic. I don't think I really have to put on the butterflies as they look tacky, but I guess I can always make them out of heavy paper and stick them on. And yeah, the parasol. D: How am I gonna get that, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, there's been a change in dress code at CSB, apparently. No mini skirts and no sleeveless tops. There go my Ema and Dahlia cosplays. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah. Anelle and I were talking about cosplays, and she was adamant that I let her be my photographer. :l I seriously don't see why not, but I'd much rather she cosplay with me. The topic turned to clothes, as I was rummaging through eBay in search of costume items, and instead came up with a few interesting finds, among which were these awesome pink fishnet armwarmers, this cute corset, an awesome bag. @_@ I'll have to look through eBay more tomorrow-- er, later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the back of my bedroom door, I see my collection of shoelaces, belts, caps, bags, and ties. Not forgetting my collection of jewelry, a part of which are my awesome zipper earrings 8D, as well as my various socks and armwarmers, not to mention my shades... Gah. I've an accessory fetish, it seems. It's either that, or I'm a packrat. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaay, I've babbled enough for one night. Later, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-4339967950153986535?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4339967950153986535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/clothes-and-cosplay-mmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4339967950153986535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4339967950153986535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/clothes-and-cosplay-mmmm.html' title='Clothes and cosplay. Mmmm.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww242/greatarchy/09-06-30-charawig/th_FF7-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4025027104168084971.post-5206783303009637600</id><published>2010-06-11T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:26:28.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay everyone, I'm fiiiine. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've recovered. ^_^ I feel a lot better now. Thank you to everyone who prayed for me, and to everyone who wished me well and brought up my spirits when I was down. All I need to do now is take my blood test to see if the white blood cell count got lower, which I'm sure it did. Having those 24 blood cells in my blood sample made me feel like a superhero, but it's better for me to be a normal human than to be sick and cause so much hassle to my mother and everyone in my family. :( I missed being able to hug Bettina and Gustavo, and I really missed playing with Nikki. It's a good thing Nix knows how to chat on Facebook. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, praise be to God. I hope things go well on my blood test this Saturday. I'll be able to go back to school on Tuesday. I missed my entire first week of being a Senior. &gt;____&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, I'm glad to hear that Noynoy Aquino has finally taken office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GOODBYE, GMA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have high hopes for his administration, especially since Binay was elected as vice president. I only wish I could've voted somehow. It's what comes of being a minor. I pray that things will be better for our beloved country. So, please, Mr. President. Don't let us down. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, I've decided to open up a Tumblr account this weekend to serve as an online portfolio of sorts for the pictures I make. Excited for that, since the URL I wanted hasn't been taken yet, hee hee. If anyone knows of a good place to find Tumblr layouts, please tell me. I find the defaults a bit... blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. That's it for me. :] Might be posting something tomorrow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Much love. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4025027104168084971-5206783303009637600?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5206783303009637600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-everyone-im-fiiiine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/5206783303009637600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/5206783303009637600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-everyone-im-fiiiine.html' title='Okay everyone, I&apos;m fiiiine. (:'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-2778700987655625196</id><published>2010-06-05T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:52:24.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the hospital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Woke up today feeling better than yesterday, but I still had to go to the hospital. Boo. Dra. Medina wasn't there, so I had to get checked by another doctor. She's really pleasant, but annoying somehow, you know? A little too sweet. Something was off about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My fever was gone at this point, but it had escalated to 39 degrees C last night. The doctor said that my ears were fine, so were my eyes, but my throat was terribly enflamed. Well, quite obviously. That was the first affliction I felt, after all. :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And then after that, Mommy took me to get my urinalysis. And my blood test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Through this, I've discovered that my fear of needles is not a fear, but a full-blown phobia. xD FTWWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yay for blood tests. They weren't as bad as I remembered, but it was still really scary. We had to wait an hour for the results, and then redo the urinalysis. We ate lunch at Shopwise. Nothing much happened, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When we got back, my blood test results were out. Everything else was relatively normal (thank God. Platelets included, no dengue for me.), except my hemoglobin, which was at 129 when it was supposed to be at least 140, and my WBC, which was at 24. The normal number should be between 4 and 11. ._. So while I don't have dengue or anything, I have a massive infection of some sort. xD Woohoo. Also, despite my slightly low hemoglobin, I don't have anemia. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So yeah. Since my WBCs are really high, I am recommended for admission. Which I do not want. School starts on Monday, after all. They're putting me on heavy-duty antibiotics, and I'm to take a follow-up CBC and urinalysis again on Monday. If there's little to no improvement, I'll have to be admitted. So please pray for me. :c I won't be able to go to school until Tuesday or Wednesday... Even longer if I get admitted. If I do, will you please visit me at Medical Center Paranaque? Just ask at the information desk as to where Ms. Machuca is admitted. Thank you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On a lighter note, when I received my blood test results, they listed my gender as male. XD!!! SO APPARENTLY I AM A BOY NOW OH MY GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If that weren't bad enough, they also listed me as male on my urinalysis results. LOL. I'm starting to wonder if my WBC is really that high, or if the med tech didn't get enough to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Your prayers will be appreciated. (: The sooner I get out of this, the better, yes?? I'm sorry to the people at school who wanted to see me, especially Camille. I PROMISE I WILL SING WITH YOU WHEN I'M BETTER, OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love you all. &lt;3&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/4025027104168084971-2778700987655625196?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2778700987655625196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2778700987655625196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2778700987655625196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-hospital.html' title='Back from the hospital.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-2224343360418097258</id><published>2010-06-04T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:15:21.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I catch 11:11, I always wish for the same thing. So far, it hasn't happened. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-2224343360418097258?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2224343360418097258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2224343360418097258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/2224343360418097258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-thought.html' title='Random thought.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-5194486506966520310</id><published>2010-06-04T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:00:47.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAY GUIZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;k. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today with my ears and throat closing, a migraine, a cold, and a fever. Interesting to note that I've advertised this on MSN, Twitter, and Facebook. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really, really, really bad. It's so ironic, because I've been waiting ages for it to finally rain and be cold, because I miss nights like those. I really love the rain. I should add that to my blog profile. I don't think I did. o_o Which is weird, 'cause the rain is one of my favorite things, along with really pretty skies. Which I don't think I added to my profile either. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I feel really stupid. My condition at the moment can actually be classified in two words--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. School on Monday. I don't know what to think. Should I be dismayed? I don't really feel it. Then again, my whole body's kinda numb right now, so I doubt I really care about anything. Except that one thing. Which we all know about, right? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh. Right. I was on Twitter today, publishing a new tweet, when I error'd. o_o Twitter was over capacity, apparently, and they showed me a really amusing image. Which I shall now post for your viewing pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s.twimg.com/images/whale_error.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 192px;" src="http://s.twimg.com/images/whale_error.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was funny. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hee hee. I'm having a Short Stack concert in my bedroom, as I usually do. People who really know me know that Stack is my favorite band. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just interesting to note that my concert is always opened by Rico Blanco, playing "Your Universe," and about two to three Stack songs later, we hear an intermission by Taking Back Sunday playing, "New American Classic." It's a good contrast. If you're reading this, I'm sure you see the significance of my playlist. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okaaaaaay. I think my fever's getting worse. I HOPE I DON'T GET SENT TO THE HOSPITAL. Pray for meeeeeeeee~ Goodnight. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4025027104168084971-5194486506966520310?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5194486506966520310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/hay-guize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/5194486506966520310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/5194486506966520310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/06/hay-guize.html' title='HAY GUIZE'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-3122813928321223922</id><published>2010-05-29T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:20:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaaaaaaaaay~</title><content type='html'>HEY EVERYONE LOOOOOOOOOOK O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new layout. ^_^ I like this one a lot. It actually shows the dates that my posts were posted, and the archives work!! Hope you like the new look? xD If anyone reads, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi. It's 6:38PM. You're still not here. Where are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if I have any readers from Facebook, I'm sure you've seen my collection of banners and backgrounds, right? xD Well, I'm gonna post them up here soon. I just need to find a way to make previews, so that they don't take up too much space. It's either that or make a Tumblr. :/ But then I'll be forced to change my watermarks... decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, be on the lookout for new graphics. xD Inspiration strikes for those often. I also take requests, so if there's anything you want to see for my next work, go ahead and tell me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALMOST 7PM MARGMARGMARG WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOOOU?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. See you lateeeer~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-3122813928321223922?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3122813928321223922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/yaaaaaaaaaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/3122813928321223922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/3122813928321223922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/yaaaaaaaaaaay.html' title='Yaaaaaaaaaaay~'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-3956327083214469232</id><published>2010-05-29T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:03:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL ANGRY RAGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder what's up with me and my huge, angry text these days. Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you told me yourself, at least in a cryptic&lt;br /&gt;way, that you read my blog fairly regularly, THIS&lt;br /&gt;POST IS DEDICATED TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop butting into other people's lives. It's&lt;br /&gt;stupid and tiresome and just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Private matters are private. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next time I see you, I don't break your legs/beat your face in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic endeavors are going along fine. Wish I could say the same for musical endeavors, but yeah. At least they're moving. Nothing much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISAPPOINTMENTS ARE DISAPPOINTING. |:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the week: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 175, 175);"&gt;"No Expectations, No Disappointments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be my new motto in life, because I tried it out today, and yes, it worked. &lt;i&gt;I can't wait&lt;/i&gt; to see the effect tomorrow, when I will probably care less than I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sweetheart, I still love you. Things just get a little out of control, yeah? Miss you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Please take a look at my credits. There's been an update. Thank you and good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-3956327083214469232?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3956327083214469232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/lol-angry-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/3956327083214469232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/3956327083214469232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/lol-angry-rage.html' title='LOL ANGRY RAGE.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-4994092390046082411</id><published>2010-05-09T04:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:16:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masochism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Someone PLEASE tell me why I take such a perverse pleasure in hurting myself. I always, ALWAYS seem to want to keep attached to something that hurts me. Do I have such a naive hope for everything that I fail to see the wrong in things that are so blindingly obviously going to shatter me in the end? This is stupid. I feel stupid. What will tomorrow bring? Will I see you? Will you undo the mistakes you made? Will you rewrite those lies you told us and turn them into the truth? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO LIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel like I'm waiting for something that's not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iBM6snJi8o"&gt;Don't think that this will be easy; saying that you love me proves lying tongues are clumsy.&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/4025027104168084971-4994092390046082411?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4994092390046082411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/masochism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4994092390046082411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4994092390046082411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/masochism.html' title='Masochism.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-64888366390373129</id><published>2010-05-08T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:54:32.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A summary!</title><content type='html'>Hello people! I'm one weekend late, as you can see, but yeeeaah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few months have been incredible. In a sense. Lemme give you guys a little summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 15, 2010. Field trip at Phillip's Sanctuary. Dear GOD. I was put through hell. Hell in a fun sense, but hell nonetheless. &gt;__&gt;; What we thought was a wildlife reserve turned out to be a freaking boot camp. And the instructor (who's such a genius) didn't make us stretch before going through over 9,000 obstacle courses. Kuya Glen's nice enough, though. But seriously. We climbed rope nets, balanced ourselves over a tightrope, balanced ourselves over a tightrope SUSPENDED OVER WATER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swung on the Tarzan rope because it looked fun. I pulled an epicfail and fell into the water, getting completely soaked. Guess who didn't bring extra pants? -_- Marc, if you're reading this, thanks for lending me money to buy new pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlight of the day was the zipline. 8D It was fuuuuuuuuun. Two rounds. I sang, "One Day I'll Fly Away" while flying through the air. Second time around was scarier than the first. There was this HUGE gorge that I passed over. It was about 9 feet deep. ._. I screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. After the day's events, I commuted with Mommy and we ate at McDonald's. Hot fudge sundae. ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I didn't go to school. I was sore all over. Much, much pain was endured. I couldn't get out of bed. I was okay after a week. 8D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 07, 2010, 9:00 AM. The greatest and best day of my entire life. No elaboration is needed. Those who are involved should know. &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 14, 2010. An amazing afternoon spent with someone very special. I cried when it was over. ;__;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 15, 2010. PROM. The one day of the school year I was dreading like mad. Ms. Bau gave us a little talk about it right before leaving for home to get ready. Act like ladies, keep your poise. Pressure. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Kuya Jim Ros who did my hair and makeup. I looked pretty for once. x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs466.snc3/25605_1338111725403_1009434644_31059262_2316472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs466.snc3/25605_1338111725403_1009434644_31059262_2316472_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me on the far left. Next to me is Nicole, next to her is Camille, next to her is Abby. We were all so pretty. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not so much me, but yeah. 8D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you also to Mr. Timothy Jaro for being such a fun prom partner. xD Ang daldal natin, grabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24717_1112877678659_1728427232_213694_455451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 245px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24717_1112877678659_1728427232_213694_455451_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me a corsage and a rose and a box of candy. Isn't he sweet? xD We were also dancing like maniacs. We knew practically every song they played. If it helps, we're the pianists of the class. Woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other happenings of the night include band (I was sorta the keyboard player. No one could hear me though. xD), the cover of Ang Huling El Bimbo (which was superfun.), my cover of Vanilla Twilight (which sucked, but not that much.), and the epicfail cover of That's All by me and Tim. We didn't practice a single bit. We sucked. BUT WE ARE GOING TO REDEEM OURSELVES NEXT YEAR, WE SWEAR IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night ended too soon. I was really sad when prom was over. &gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I stole the "S" in the "JS PROM" sign. 8D It's hanging on my wall. There's a reason as to why I stole the "S," but I think only one other person knows that...&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime in April. I got really pissed and I needed a way to vent. I went to Kat's house and we ended up eating snacks and watching Glee. Hurr. We made faily pancakes after, but they were still good. Mom texted me, asking where I was. I told her I was in Makati. SHE BELIEVED ME LOLOLOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 19, 2010. Naomi and Ryenel came over and we had fun. ;D Snacks and jamming and conversations and playground taime. We must do it again. ^____^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all that really comes to mind at the moment. :/ If I forgot something, I'll be sure to update. Til then!&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/4025027104168084971-64888366390373129?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/64888366390373129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/64888366390373129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/64888366390373129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/05/summary.html' title='A summary!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-5438337738863849423</id><published>2010-04-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:38:33.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive, people, don't worry.</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone. I'm back?? Anyway, I'll be posting a complete summary of the last few months for me, because if I have any readers here who care at all, then you definitely missed a lot. That won't be until this weekend, though. Also, do expect a few new posts on a couple of my random musings. I've been having a ton of those, lately.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I guess I can say that I've been working on a few artistic and musical endeavors. Songs and drawings, couple graphics, you know how it is. Shall give you guys a preview of those in one of my next updates. Love you all~&lt;3 This has been a post on for-a-million-reasons.blogspot via my sister's iTouch. See you this weekend!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-5438337738863849423?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5438337738863849423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-still-alive-people-dont-worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/5438337738863849423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/5438337738863849423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-still-alive-people-dont-worry.html' title='I&apos;m still alive, people, don&apos;t worry.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-6923700811507035524</id><published>2010-03-31T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:22:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets and Swingsets.</title><content type='html'>I just came home from a lovely afternoon. I stayed at the neighborhood playground and enjoyed the cool summer breeze as the sun was about to set. It was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the late afternoon sun were breathtaking. I don't ever recall feeling so happy about something so simple. It was the way the hues were painted across the park, melding with the shadows from the trees... The delightful wind... There was just something about those moments I spent there. This afternoon was an afternoon I'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also interesting to note that I was probably one of the oldest people there. Little kids were shooting weird glances at me. I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited quite a while for two children to finish swinging. I had my eye on the swingset almost the entire time I was there. When my turn came, oh boy, was I excited. I couldn't help but feel a little triumphant when I took my place on that swingset. I was looking forward to a good swing all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat. I swang. I went higher. I was on top of the world. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuratively speaking, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't felt so free in a long time. Holding onto the chains, bending my knees as I went backward, stretching my legs as I went forward, going higher and higher... bending over backwards to see the world upside-down, looking up at the sky, thinking as if I were going to fly if I swung high enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I really did, "Taste the sky and feel alive again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy I brought my iPod along with me. :] Thank you, Owl City for being the soundtrack of the best afternoon I've had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, my legs were tired and my hands were covered in rust. Was it worth it? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best. Afternoon. Ever. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-6923700811507035524?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6923700811507035524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunsets-and-swingsets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6923700811507035524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6923700811507035524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunsets-and-swingsets.html' title='Sunsets and Swingsets.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-549711368239291936</id><published>2010-02-21T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:58:51.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics post?</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to rant tonight. Quite tired. So here instead are lyrics. The theme song of my life. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Rzeznik's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMGXq9_IQBQ"&gt;I'm Still Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a question to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Not an answer to be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's held in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And what do you think you'd ever say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I won't listen anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'll never be what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And what do you think you'd understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a boy, no, I'm a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And throw me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And how can you learn what's never shown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, you stand here on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I want a moment to be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wanna touch things I don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wanna hold on and feel I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And how can the world want me to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They're the ones that stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you see the things they never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All you wanted, I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm not afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I want to tell you who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can you help me be a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They can't break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As long as I know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They can't tell me who to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm not what they see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, the world is still sleeping while I keep on dreaming for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the one now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm still here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've posted another song, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang nagpaparinig na ako masyado eh. &lt;/span&gt;Sorry already. Alright? I'm sorry. If you're reading this, I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean for this to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-549711368239291936?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/549711368239291936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/02/lyrics-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/549711368239291936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/549711368239291936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/02/lyrics-post.html' title='Lyrics post?'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-7886309058857676662</id><published>2010-02-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:14:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back.</title><content type='html'>WITH A NEW LAYOUT, TOO HARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though. I really missed posting. Schoolwork and laziness and personal issues sort of ate up my life for the past few weeks. It proved to be &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; taxing. As a consequence, I haven't been updating. That sucks 'cause the last few weeks were the most eventful ones of the year so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. New layout. I was sort of getting tired of seeing the same skin, as much as I did love the thing. It's time for a change, yeah? So here's a new one. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, but I had to make a few adjustments to the codes and all that. x] I'm quite satisfied with the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that this blog shows a new sense of maturity in me. For those of you who have seen my &lt;b&gt;really old blog&lt;/b&gt; that I will never, ever link to, you guys know how fond I was of messy-ish skins, right? Well, I guess I still am, but life's been getting so complicated lately that I sort of crave for simplicity now. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have my problems with the new layout, though. I don't like how the date the entry was posted isn't shown, and I think there may be a problem with the archives. I'll fix that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do enjoy this mini-update. Expect a long rant from me on Saturday. Byes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 18, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-7886309058857676662?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7886309058857676662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7886309058857676662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7886309058857676662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-back.html' title='Finally back.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-8068458675400333557</id><published>2010-01-31T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:35:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, um, that was absolutely amazing.</title><content type='html'>For those who are unaware of what happened on the greatest day of my life, which was last Friday, one of the factors which made it the greatest day of my life was an invitation to a classical piano concert to be held the following night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ecstatic and I agreed without any hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was held at the Meralco Theatre. The last time I had gone there was when I was six years old, so revisiting the place was a very welcome experience. I mean, I'd always wanted to go to a classical concert; it was sort of a life-long dream for me. And the fact that it was held at the Meralco Theatre was a huuuuge plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't been there, the Meralco Theatre is an absolutely beautiful place. It's an old building, but the inside itself is very, very grand-looking. &lt;s&gt;Sort of like the ballroom in the Rekenber Corporation headquarters in Lighthalzen.&lt;/s&gt; The architecture was simply marvellous. It's hard to put it into words. You had to be there to know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a classical Spanish concert. The pianist performing was Angelo Ortiz. Also known as the guy I'm going to marry someday. BAHAHAHA.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously though. Angelo is a prodigy-- a musical genius. He's a concert pianist and an international recording artist, and gosh, I've never seen anything like him. Watching him perform those pieces on stage was such a great experience. He's filled with so much energy and passion. He has an incredible sense of dynamics. His precision and dexterity is just... insane. As I was watching him, I really felt like I was falling in love. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the back of the ticket,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Angelo has won several awards including two World titles at the most&lt;br /&gt;prestigious competition of performing arts at Hollywood, California, USA, World&lt;br /&gt;Championships of Performing Arts, wherein 50 countries around the world&lt;br /&gt;participated. He has also released 4 record albums internationally and has been&lt;br /&gt;nominated for Best Christmas album at the 19th Awit Awards and Best&lt;br /&gt;Instrumentalist at the 21st Aliw Awards. Aside from being an accomplished&lt;br /&gt;pianist, Angelo has also directed a classical group, making him one of the&lt;br /&gt;youngest musical directors in the industry. He has also done numerous orchestral&lt;br /&gt;arrangements in most of his concerts. In line with his stunning performances, he&lt;br /&gt;is tagged as the Wladizu Liberace of the new generation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's only 25. He started playing piano at the age of 6. I'm 15. I started playing piano at the age of 12. He received formal training; I didn't. How sad! Ah well. All I can do now is do my best and practice, I suppose. Better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I recall whispering to my mom that if Angelo plays Chanson du Toréador , I'd laugh my head off. He played it after two songs. And I did laugh. xD I was able to sing the notes to it, much to the annoyance of the people I was seated with. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he gave a brilliant performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Angelo wasn't the only one playing. ^^ There was an orchestra, too. It was odd seeing an orchestra without any strings, but they were amazing! Some of the people playing were as young as 10 years old. It amazes me to see such talent. I was especially fond of the brass section~ There was a cute little boy playing trombone. He looked about 10, yeah, but his complete concentration and dedication to what he was doing really made me smile. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was a special guest saxophonist! His name was Michael Young. He was really very talented, and really very good-looking. Looool. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found his profile on one website. It was interesting to read. &lt;a href="http://www.pmauriatmusic.com/artists_detail.php?cde=ART4b4e78978b514"&gt;Click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another guest, though his name wasn't mentioned on the ticket. He was a part of the orchestra, but got to play a trumpet solo. He was great. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night ended way too soon. I felt that the concert was very short. Angelo and the orchestra received a standing ovation. ^^ So he gave an encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the concert, I was able to get a picture with Angelo. HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND EVERYTHING~~~ I was super happy. And starstruck. And stuff. xD He looked quite short onstage, but when I saw him personally I found that it was quite the contrary. He's really tall-- A head taller than me! Possibly more. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, he put his arm around me. x3 ~ -fangirl squeal- I'll upload the picture soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Offtopic, though: I did a bit of research on Angelo Ortiz today, and I found &lt;a href="http://angeloortiz.com/"&gt;his website&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/angeloortiz"&gt;his YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. I found his MySpace, Facebook, and a bunch of other things, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no, guys. For the first time ever, I did not stalk to find information. I saw his website at the back of the ticket, and from there, I found everything else. It's all on his site. D: DON'T BE HATIN'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also found my new favorite piano instrumental. He wrote it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRSWEfWHKQ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRSWEfWHKQ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks that he didn't play that last night, but I guess it'd be terribly out of place at a Spanish concert, ja? xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we ate at a Jolibee located at a gas station. I got to have a long conversation with Mom and Tita Remy about life and college and things. I'm quite worried for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun, and I definitely hope to attend another concert soon. I'd like to get educated with classical things. I'm fond of them, after all. I guess Mom is starting to understand my love for the classics. I should go out and buy myself some sheet music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya later. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-8068458675400333557?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8068458675400333557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-um-that-was-absolutely-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/8068458675400333557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/8068458675400333557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-um-that-was-absolutely-amazing.html' title='So, um, that was absolutely amazing.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-3819407321847879705</id><published>2010-01-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:56:12.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is dedicated to Ayi</title><content type='html'>Because she makes me smile and is practically the only reason why I ever check FB anyway. I love you, Ayi!! :3 I want to make you guys smile, too, so I'm going to post some of the awesome pics Yiyi posts on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave now if you have an intolerance for cheesiness. Picture-heavy post is picture-heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And some of what I'll be posting is in Tagalog. ;D Sorry, but I've no intentions of translating it for any international readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Unless you ask nicely. &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109424555135_1812496246_222561_6676150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109424555135_1812496246_222561_6676150_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's on your mind? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109424155125_1812496246_222551_170558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109424155125_1812496246_222551_170558_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109424315129_1812496246_222555_351455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 274px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109424315129_1812496246_222555_351455_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIHEE!! :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109423555110_1812496246_222539_6863125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 332px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109423555110_1812496246_222539_6863125_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y  may katotohanan yun. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109423435107_1812496246_222536_4808923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 286px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109423435107_1812496246_222536_4808923_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109418834992_1812496246_222489_2636888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 368px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109418834992_1812496246_222489_2636888_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natamaan ako. Awtz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109418234977_1812496246_222477_962269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109418234977_1812496246_222477_962269_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: Who doesn't want that kind of love? Does it still exist, even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417834967_1812496246_222470_4508893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417834967_1812496246_222470_4508893_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417794966_1812496246_222469_2646131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 283px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417794966_1812496246_222469_2646131_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. :&gt;^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417714964_1812496246_222467_4439007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417714964_1812496246_222467_4439007_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417594961_1812496246_222464_1619499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 279px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417594961_1812496246_222464_1619499_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417314954_1812496246_222459_2282949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 373px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109417314954_1812496246_222459_2282949_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417074948_1812496246_222455_3400480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 361px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417074948_1812496246_222455_3400480_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417234952_1812496246_222457_2903813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 367px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417234952_1812496246_222457_2903813_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got tama. :c ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416954945_1812496246_222452_6539861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 378px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416954945_1812496246_222452_6539861_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416714939_1812496246_222447_1436022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 448px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416714939_1812496246_222447_1436022_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benta. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416634937_1812496246_222445_177847_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416634937_1812496246_222445_177847_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416194926_1812496246_222439_3090672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 314px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109416194926_1812496246_222439_3090672_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109416034922_1812496246_222435_2139497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109416034922_1812496246_222435_2139497_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109415994921_1812496246_222434_2103403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 252px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109415994921_1812496246_222434_2103403_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwh. :'3 How nice. I feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109415634912_1812496246_222430_8125087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 488px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109415634912_1812496246_222430_8125087_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109415474908_1812496246_222426_6822620_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 354px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109415474908_1812496246_222426_6822620_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109414834892_1812496246_222412_5909059_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 246px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109414834892_1812496246_222412_5909059_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs094.snc3/16142_1091412424843_1812496246_186402_3862825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 144px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs094.snc3/16142_1091412424843_1812496246_186402_3862825_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109414674888_1812496246_222408_6143819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109414674888_1812496246_222408_6143819_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1105968628739_1812496246_215830_7979376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 273px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1105968628739_1812496246_215830_7979376_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417354955_1812496246_222460_1245005_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 541px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417354955_1812496246_222460_1245005_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was tagged as Benzodiazepine. :'3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417754965_1812496246_222468_2342808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 324px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109417754965_1812496246_222468_2342808_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109419435007_1812496246_222502_7073122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109419435007_1812496246_222502_7073122_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109414154875_1812496246_222396_4048416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109414154875_1812496246_222396_4048416_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1105968588738_1812496246_215829_7567928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1105968588738_1812496246_215829_7567928_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109414514884_1812496246_222404_3484707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1109414514884_1812496246_222404_3484707_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1105968268730_1812496246_215828_1723030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 290px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1105968268730_1812496246_215828_1723030_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1105967468710_1812496246_215823_6806493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs188.snc3/19577_1105967468710_1812496246_215823_6806493_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D': !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But the best ever award goes to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109418194976_1812496246_222476_7024107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 311px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs168.snc3/19577_1109418194976_1812496246_222476_7024107_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Taena. I was the only one tagged in that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something rude and vulgar, but I think I shall refrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Ayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-3819407321847879705?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3819407321847879705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-post-is-dedicated-to-ayi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/3819407321847879705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/3819407321847879705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-post-is-dedicated-to-ayi.html' title='This post is dedicated to Ayi'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-1332094830999073247</id><published>2010-01-16T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:26:33.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVE LE VIE DE BOHÈME.</title><content type='html'>I watched Moulin Rouge! again yesterday. That would mean I've watched it at least 10 times in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's weird, though? I haven't gotten sick of it. Ever. If I had nothing better to do today, I'd go over to my room and watch it again. I love the movie THAT much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I watch Moulin Rouge!, I feel like I want to be some sort of revolutionary. It made me feel bad that I wasn't around during the Bohemian Revolution. It's just the music and art and poetry of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention the blessed ideals of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrFvUe7yVJA/S1LgRwVUzYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FZD6l2-O898/s1600-h/truthbeautyfreedomlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrFvUe7yVJA/S1LgRwVUzYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FZD6l2-O898/s320/truthbeautyfreedomlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427647096571612546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that those ideals were a huge deal only in the movie, but when you think about it, those ideals are exactly what the revolution should've... well, revolved around. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Come to think of it, I would've fit right in with the Bohemians, though I wouldn't have been hanging around the red-light districts, or drinking too much absinthe, or taking drugs, or what. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moulin Rouge! (Along with La Fabeuleux Destin d' Am&lt;em&gt;é&lt;/em&gt;lie Poulain)  has made me want to travel to Montmartre one day. I've always wanted to go to France, but I think when I go there, I'd spend much of my time on the that wonderful city on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've heard that as time went by, the Bohemian culture in Montmartre began disappearing... That makes me  sad. The following article came up when I was researching Montmartre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Boh%C3%A8me_%28Charles_Aznavour_song%29" title="La Bohème (Charles Aznavour song)"&gt;La Bohème&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1965), perhaps the best-known song by popular singer-songwriter &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Aznavour" title="Charles Aznavour"&gt;Charles Aznavour&lt;/a&gt;, a painter recalls his youthful years in a Montmartre that has ceased to exist: &lt;i&gt;Je ne reconnais plus/Ni les murs, ni les rues/Qui ont vu ma jeunesse/En haut d'un escalier/Je cherche l'atelier/Dont plus rien ne subsiste/Dans son nouveau décor/Montmartre semble triste/Et les lilas sont morts&lt;/i&gt; ('I no longer recognize/Neither the walls nor the streets/That had seen my youth/At the top of a staircase/I look for a studio-apartment/Of which nothing survives/In its new décor/Montmartre seems sad/And the lilacs are dead'). The song is a farewell to what, according to Aznavour, were the last days of Montmartre as a site of bohemian activity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montmartre"&gt;the Wikipedia article on Montmartre.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my desires are not dampened. :] I will visit Montmartre one day. Come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to movie praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you're fond of art or romance films, and you haven't seen this movie, I suggest you go and watch it. You won't be disappointed. Baz Luhrmann is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moulin Rouge! also has one of the best soundtracks I've ever heard (Well, for goodness' sake, it &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; a musical.). The music comes from songs that had already existed before the movie, but they managed to make each rendition sound absolutely amazing. I'll admit, I wasn't fond of a few songs (i.e. "Like a Virgin" xD), but most were astounding. As I've mentioned, "Complainte de la Butte" is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd think that my favorite song from the entire soundtrack would have to be, "Come What May," which is the only song written for the movie, if I remember correctly. There were two versions of it, and I love both, but I think that the original film version has more emotional depth than the other version. Regardless, here are &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuXZrRe5vno"&gt;the OFV&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2uORs59gv4"&gt;the other version&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/ewan_mcgregor_and_nicole_kidman/come_what_may.html"&gt;the lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song of note would be the, "Elephant Love Medley" where different songs were cleverly arranged and put together to form a sweet little medley. ^^ I know the entire song by heart, even the spoken parts. I tried singing it in the streets the other day, and people were looking at me like I was some sort of loon. &lt;3 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgs44BVIMnU"&gt;I bet they'd look at you like you were some sort of loon too, if you tried singing the medley by yourself&lt;/a&gt;. In the middle of the streets, no less. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it should be safe to say that I love Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan has such a powerful voice... It's hard to believe that he never was a professional singer. I get goosebumps when I hear him sing. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole has always been my favorite actress, but her performance in Moulin Rouge! is what really made me love her. Her vocal performance was surprising. I never would've guessed that she could sing. I also hear that she plays piano. &gt;_&lt; She's also one of the most beautiful people in the world. Seriously. That woman is gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized that Ewan and Nicole never got together in real life, I sort of got sad. &gt;: There was just so much chemistry between them! Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have nothing left to say except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VIVE LE VIE DE BOHÈME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-1332094830999073247?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1332094830999073247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/vive-le-vie-de-boheme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/1332094830999073247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/1332094830999073247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/vive-le-vie-de-boheme.html' title='VIVE LE VIE DE BOHÈME.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrFvUe7yVJA/S1LgRwVUzYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FZD6l2-O898/s72-c/truthbeautyfreedomlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4025027104168084971.post-7239091199310571586</id><published>2010-01-15T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:35:33.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE LAST TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM NOT HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleverbot.com"&gt;CLEVERBOT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GEORGE. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, ANELLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And Cheska, and Jannica, and Sam, and Pucca, and Kristoph, and Miles, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-7239091199310571586?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7239091199310571586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-last-time_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7239091199310571586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/7239091199310571586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-last-time_15.html' title='FOR THE LAST TIME'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-6426747857604239740</id><published>2010-01-10T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:58:13.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiiiiiiiired. Dx</title><content type='html'>This update won't be very long or detailed. Tired. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back home from a very, very tiring day. I feel like I shouldn't have left the house. I mean, I haven't even fully recovered from my bout with illness-- Which, by the way, had me scared of going to sleep. I felt like death was upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it was Gustavo's (my adorable nephew) dedication today. :] I went to church quite early and enjoyed the service. I miss church. Haven't gone in ages. After the service, one of the pastors prayed for my nephew. &lt;3 It was worth waking up at 7AM, though we were supposed to wake up at 5:30. Lulz. xD Alarm didn't go off properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had his reception at 11AM. We ate at this fancy condominum place's club house. I stuffed myself with vegetables. They were SOOOOOO good. &lt;3 I was a very happy rabbit. There was the most delicious strawberry shortcake that was served after, along with tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother promised to teach me how to handle a camera and all in a few weeks. I'm excited for it. :D I've always been fascinated by photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the reception thing at 3PM, and I was super excited to go home. I had a long day. But then we had to go somewhere else. :l To buy toys, no less. I was less-than-thrilled, and openly expressed my dislike for the arrangement. I suppose I regret how I acted, but it couldn't be helped. I hate leaving the house, and I hate staying away from it for prolonged periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got a musical snowglobe. It's cute and pink and has a turtle and a bird in it. It plays, "You Are My Sunshine." I'll post a picture of it one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family ate at Dulcinea. I satisfied my craving for coffee and churros. Ate Nicole was nice and let me order cream puffs, too. They were good. I finally appreciated drinking coffee while eating pastries. The coffee's bitterness mellows out the sweetness of the desserts. &gt;w&lt; Coffee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up falling asleep in the car. Got back home at 7, and started typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How shallow. Do forgive me. I'll post something nicer sometime this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-6426747857604239740?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6426747857604239740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiiiiiiiired-dx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6426747857604239740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/6426747857604239740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiiiiiiiired-dx.html' title='Tiiiiiiiired. Dx'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-4083299900889142222</id><published>2010-01-08T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:49:42.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a hypochondriac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh dear. Lex isn't in such a terribly good mood today. Tut, tut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this morning with this weird pain in my throat. I didn't think too much of it, so I went on with the day as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the day progressed, I found that the pain in my throat got about 5 times worse. In addition, my ears hurt, and I think I'm coming down with a cold. There's a possibility of sinusitis and/or an ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, I developed a headache that had me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freezing in very comfortable weather. If my judgment of the sunlight is correct, the temperature was around 25-35 degrees Celsius. Yet I wore my jacket the entire day. And I was shivering. I mean, I don't think I have a fever. So &lt;strong&gt;what is up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was excruciating. I was slipping in and out of consciousness at school, even more than usual. So if you thought I deliberately fell asleep at my desk today, you thought wrong. I wasn't even aware that I fell asleep. Being woken up from sleep during class is such an embarrassing experience; don't you dare think that I enjoy falling asleep. Sure, I do it more than twice a day during class hours, but you try waking up at 3:45 AM every day and coming home at 7:30 PM, which should roughly be the time you're supposed to go to sleep. It's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know I shouldn't be making such a huge deal out of it, since the school bus (which is the cause of my delirious schedule) is the only way I can get to and from school. But I know for a fact that I'm old enough to commute by myself. If I had this liberty, I would be able to wake up at a very glorious 5:30 AM, take a shower, eat breakfast, use the computer a bit, and still get to school before the bell rings at 7. After classes, I would be able to get home at 5:30 PM. Much, much earlier than 7:30, don't you think? Unfortunately, I've yet to be considered responsible enough to go out into the great beyond all by my lonesome. Ain't life grand?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too scared to tell my teacher. I didn't want to get sent home. We had sold our car a few months back, and being sent home would mean commuting. I couldn't commute given my circumstances. I also hate going to the doctor. I'm afraid of needles and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Del, on the very off chance that you're reading this, I'm so sorry for falling asleep in class all the time. I really don't mean to. I'm sorry for getting you all stressed about me. Thank you for always being so patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I need to de-stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-4083299900889142222?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4083299900889142222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-hypochondriac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4083299900889142222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/4083299900889142222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-hypochondriac.html' title='I am not a hypochondriac.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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-4025027104168084971.post-8563253285788306607</id><published>2010-01-05T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:07:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Happy New Year to you, too!</title><content type='html'>Words cannot describe how absolutely &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt; I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I am ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I FINALLY got my blog's layout to work (Though I really should be extending my thanks to my friend, Aaron. Without his invaluable help, I wouldn't be sitting here typing this right now lul.). I couldn't figure out how to fix the codes for the life of me. However, the solution was almost unbelievably simple, which adds to my frustration. All I had to do was click a button whut.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, though, I am &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; excessively happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should share a bit about the New Year's festivities. They were, well... festive, for lack of a better word. We ate at Ate (That's, "big sister" in Filipino for those who don't understand) Nicole's house, which is only two doors down from ours. I hadn't much of an appetite that evening, since I was a bit under-the-weather. But you know. The food was incredible, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang karaoke and played around with glowy sticks and sparklers for the remainder of the night. I wrote my name on the ground with one of the sparkling glowy sticks. x3 Among... other things. I'll upload the pictures some other time. Yes, I took pictures, lul. I'm also afraid that I permanently vandalized the road, since it's been a few days since then, and my name is still there. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors went wild with the firecrackers again, which irked me quite a bit, but my festive mood wasn't dampened. A whole new year lay ahead of me. Time for a new beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a tradition, I usually have a bit to drink during the New Year. ^_^;; We had some really good red wine. Sparkling. 7.5%. I even chilled and opened the bottle myself, and the cork came out without a problem~ I took a picture. I'll upload it later. It was sweet, and not bitter. I really liked it. I ended up having four glasses whut. @__@ I didn't get drunk though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, the New Year proved to be fun, which came as a huge surprise for me. We continued singing karaoke until, like, 2AM. I left at that time 'cause I was getting &lt;i&gt;sliiiiightly&lt;/i&gt; bored. I went home and played Ragnarok instead. I'm a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision to go home early resulted in some remarkable events which I will refrain from leaving remarks about. Let's just say that the first morning of the new decade was one morning I will never forget for as long as I live. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of topic: I've gotten addicted to the lovely song from the Moulin Rouge! soundtrack entitled, "Complainte de la Butte." Yes, it's in French, and it's sung by the amazing Rufus Wainwright. I've gotten so addicted to it that I've been subconsciously memorizing it for the past few days. o 3 o The French stuff at the top of my page is from that song. I really want to learn French. 'Tis a language I've been so fascinated with since my childhood. Maybe it's one dream I'll get to fulfill? &lt;3 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYV8b9gc5Ww"&gt;here is the song&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Complainte-de-la-Butte-lyrics-Rufus-Wainwright/9816F2889D963DD648256D49000AF26B"&gt;here are the lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, complete with a translation. Enjoy. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'd like to give a big, "Thank you!" to my friends who consistently remind me they love me. They are the main reason for my feelings of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"J'oublie mon chagrin~&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Which translates to, "I forget my sorrow." :] I love you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're reading this, be a darling and leave a comment in the tagboard. Thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025027104168084971-8563253285788306607?l=for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8563253285788306607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-happy-new-year-to-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/8563253285788306607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025027104168084971/posts/default/8563253285788306607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-a-million-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-happy-new-year-to-you-too.html' title='Well, Happy New Year to you, too!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17345789982180652452</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>
