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  <title>stay where i can see you...</title>
  <subtitle>...douse the lights.</subtitle>
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    <name>dementia</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-28T08:23:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:38084</id>
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    <title>FRIENDS ONLY =]</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T16:32:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T16:33:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="absmiddle" alt="" style="width: 219px; height: 307px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/friends2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because my secret world is not so secret anymore... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment to be added please. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I'll add you back,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;promise.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:37727</id>
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    <title>we won! we won!</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T15:04:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-28T08:23:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Say - One Republic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">LIKE&amp;nbsp;BIG&amp;nbsp;TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 out of 4 major awards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Most Original&lt;br /&gt;- Most Creative&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Most Outstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&amp;nbsp;OMG&amp;nbsp;OMG.. this is so cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will edit post later for the pics. I'm still transferring them. I'll put up the vid when Dremon or Eve gets around to uploading it! ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO&amp;nbsp;BATCH&amp;nbsp;2009!!!&amp;nbsp;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&amp;nbsp; behind this post lies pics of ginormous proportions. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00030.jpg" style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nikka and Joanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00055.jpg" style="width: 446px; height: 333px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masked Me and Nikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00096-1.jpg" style="width: 411px; height: 306px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00094.jpg" style="width: 414px; height: 309px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finale - Say (All&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;Need) A capella [ i sang with JJ, Myk |no not my mike|,&amp;nbsp;Jonas and Gia]&lt;br /&gt;[that mike, Neng at the Box,&amp;nbsp;Me then&amp;nbsp;gia in Pic # 2. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00132.jpg" style="width: 448px; height: 335px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy,&amp;nbsp;Joyce,&amp;nbsp;Lynj,&amp;nbsp;Louie,&amp;nbsp;Me and NIkka (in front). [i look weird in this one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00137-1.jpg" style="width: 448px; height: 335px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Awesome Foursome.&amp;nbsp;[venus, nikka, me and louie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00061-1.jpg" style="width: 444px; height: 332px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dokie! [we look cute. lol.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00157.jpg" style="width: 444px; height: 588px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00155.jpg" style="width: 444px; height: 591px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In costume - With and without teh hood =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00173.jpg" style="width: 448px; height: 596px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Dinner at Red Ribbon. I&amp;nbsp;love teh Cakessss *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00047.jpg" style="width: 449px; height: 335px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look weird. lol. prolly cuz the arm of the chair was blocking my way. lol. xD but i love him ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/DSC00046.jpg" style="width: 449px; height: 335px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE&amp;nbsp;pic. =p [i make him giggle. lol. i like kissing him, is that wrong? =p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics at my multiply just clickie this &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com/photos/album/94/Nurseci_2008_wooooo_CONGRATS_OW_NAYN"&gt;--&amp;gt; linkie &amp;lt;--&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im out. good night =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt; Here are the links for the vids: &lt;span&gt;And btw, at the Say part,&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; there&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; were dance&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;rs and peopl&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e doing&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; hand gestu&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;res at the sides&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;. I sang as well,&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; you just can'&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;t hear me well.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; lol.&lt;br gauntlet_tokenizer_reserved="" style="display: none;" /&gt; =p&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here'&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;s Part I &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9NUQ1X1c1QnE5cnM="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www. youtu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be. com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5D5_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W5Bq9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Part II &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9SmR4Uno5ZkRyb1k="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www. youtu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be. com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JdxRz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9fDro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:36907</id>
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    <title>so yeah.</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T14:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T14:09:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and i'm graduating from college by 2009. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, mike is now officially my boyfriend. after almost 3 years of bullshitting with each other, we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and text me up if u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yin</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:36640</id>
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    <title>conversations.</title>
    <published>2007-08-14T10:19:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-14T10:19:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-weight: bold;"&gt;".... i like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;"cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"i mean i really like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"... cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"i like you, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"like as in like, or like like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;"like...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"just like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;"fine, then.. like like... :p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"... i take it back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"i take back the like, like thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"why? :("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"... just teasing. i take back, taking that back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"so you still, like like me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;"mhmm. i guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"i like like you too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;"now what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;yeah, now what? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>go find your own friend, asshole(s).</title>
    <published>2007-08-04T05:57:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T05:57:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>all that i'vegot - the used</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i'm so tired&amp;nbsp;being used. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"not once, but twice...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just because i'm nice doesn't mean i'll put up with your shit. take your crap for cryin' out loud.i &amp;nbsp;think that i deserve more than what i'm experiencing right now. coz if i don't i'm just another shit-faced loser like you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm not like you. no effin' way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you want friends? go find your own. don't use me. i have a higher purpose in life than to just lead some&amp;nbsp;forsaken smelly stray to the arms of some smelly bastard family who'll accept you with open and smelly arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you need me. but i don't really need you. i helped you. no gratitude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;screw you, motherfucker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;announcement&lt;/strong&gt;: anyone searching for a friend whom you'll discard afterward, don't come near me within a 2-mile radius.I swear i'll gouge your eyes out.then shishkabob them while tearing your muscle from every limb piece by piece.then smoke your meat while i hang you upside down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally feed your stinking carcass to the smelly strays of some smelly bastard people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING FRIEND,MOTHERFUCKER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do the world a favor: JumpOfACliffOrJustDrownYourselfInTheRiverPlzKThnks.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tea Drinking with Harry Potter</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T12:29:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-25T02:13:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">heia! gosh, i've been so busy with school that i've barely gone online! so anyway, just a quick recap of things we did while i was gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our batch hosted the annual acquaintance party of the college - also known as the Tea Drinking Ceremony. We decided on a Japanese/Oriental/Chinese Theme this year and here are pics!!! I wore a Black Chinese Top with Red trimmings, a black flowing skirt and Very cool wedges. =p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/13-07-07_2105.jpg" style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mike! He's a NINJA, btw...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/13-07-07_2116.jpg" style="width: 416px; height: 312px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jay-Jay! He headed the entire planning committee.. I did the invitations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/Image62.jpg" style="width: 412px; height: 308px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, Fiona, Enya and Me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/Image58.jpg" style="width: 406px; height: 304px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iaii, Joanna, Me, Joyce and Ken. Yep, we made that stage all by ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/Image069.jpg" style="width: 340px; height: 253px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/Image081.jpg" style="width: 337px; height: 252px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best Buddy Louie and Me, Me and Louie(She goes Japanese, I go Chinese, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally Me in my Outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/13-07-07_2249.jpg" style="width: 451px; height: 338px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my Hair Up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/13-07-07_2326.jpg" style="width: 442px; height: 331px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my usual messy hair. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. More pics of our Tea Party here: &lt;a href="http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com/photos/album/55?mark_read=psychoticlemon:photos:55"&gt;http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com/photos/album/55?mark_read=psychoticlemon:photos:55&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other hand... HARRY POTTER MOVIE PICS! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun with the ginormous posters and Standees of Harry Potter! Check em out! I watched it twice. So I had more pics. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/Image110.jpg" style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. You gotta admit. THIS is the LIIIIIFE *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/Image112.jpg" style="width: 554px; height: 415px;" alt="" /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;Piong, Louie, Me and Fiona (jo took the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/Image102.jpg" style="width: 476px; height: 357px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellatric Wannabe! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/16-07-07_1400.jpg" style="width: 408px; height: 306px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that's the most my eyes could go! LoL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/16-07-07_1404.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we make a cute couple?! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all!&amp;nbsp; check out the link above for more pics. just hit the previous button.=p ciao!</content>
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    <title>Launching a Dream</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T08:53:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-23T08:53:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;(From&amp;nbsp; the Journal - yes I do have a journal. the old-fashioned-depends-on-your-shitty-handwriting ones - of Yin Q, written at 9:58 pm, June 22, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new,courier;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this 22nd day of June, year 2007 at exactly Fifty-eight minutes and six, no make it, 16 seconds after 9 in the evening, I, Yin Q, 18 years of age,sarcasm-ist, morbid-ist, wannabe-goth/vampire/writer and bum extraordinaire hereby resolve to write everyday of my so-called life. Maybe not online, but in my journal or piece of yellow paper otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will serve as a record of my exciting and breathtaking adventures and perils that I encounter everyday as I cross the street and immerse myself in my Junior year at the prestigious UP College of Nursing located along the polluted city of Manila. I will be honest and frank as possible and will use minimum censorship in writing. I will find no need to be unbiased since that would entirely miss the point of honesty and cruelty. I meant sincerity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will forcibly make my handwriting readable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my forced hypocritical and truthfully untruthul primary reason stated above, I will be using these records to keep track of my progress and development as a writer. The challenge of making an everyday dull and slow-paced life in our school is a challenge that any budding writer will want to face. Romanticizing the art of sticking needles into people's arms, making charting a very dangerous and exciting task or turning the 15-minute travel between 2 sets of colleges into a race for one's survival will not be an easy task. But it will be exciting. And downright humorous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reason will also force me to make my handwriting legible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with a resolution comes rules to the game. And with this, I present rules I have formulated while writing the previous paragraphs and rules which are currently popping into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 1. An entry a day is required - be it in any form as that of a song, poem, doodle, receipt,&amp;nbsp; coffee stain, bloodstain or mutilated part of a tortured victim (oops, scratch the last one). However, number of entries is not limited to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 2. New rules shall be imposed as according to need. Or mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 3. If no entry is registered within my one-eyed journal, consult the the leather-wannabe-bound journal from a coffee store I shall not name. Or check scraps of paper in books, filecases, envelopes or plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Rule: KEEP HANDWRITING READABLE. to myself at least. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with that, I shall close this foreword to the newest chapter of my life. Armed with a P4.75 ballpen and P30.50 one-eyed notebook (both acquired from a country-loving bookstore), a laptop which breathes viruses and malware, my oh-so-inevitable charm, wit, cunning, sarcasm, bad taste for men, and thirst for blood, I, Yin Q, will take another step closer to attaining my dream of becoming a writer. (And at the same time get back at asses who strayed my path.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I will boost some egos and crush people's pride, &lt;br /&gt;Caress and pierce your memory at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;I will forget many people, but you'll never forget me. &lt;br /&gt;By laughter or tears, I'll make you heart bleed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yin( June 23, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Black and Conforming</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T13:12:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T13:29:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday, at exactly 7:15 am, I said goodbye to my purple/pink/red/whatever-color-it-looks-like-today hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because the academic year 2007-2008 has begun which signals the start of another year of endless clinicals, community trips, papers and CIs both from heaven and hell, it is time to go back to conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it pains me to go back to conforming with the norm, I have to. Not only because I am scared of being reprimanded (Gods, i couldn't care less anyway), but because deep down I know that having hair which looks like a peacock's tail just wouldn't do when you're trying to tell your dying patient that you DO know what you're doing. (Hello?! Remember Ethos and Credibility?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much tempted to rant about having to conform to society's ideals of how a decent "nurse" or "student nurse" should be, but I will not indulge myself to cursing or just plain idiocy. It won't do me any good, and besides I learned something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed/had highlighted (and purple ones at that) my hair for one reason: to be unique. To show people that I can be who I want to be. That I can be ME. I wanted to show that I am a person capable of individuality. And, I gotta say, it worked damn good. Conversations would start with my hair, why I chose the color, where I got it done, why I did it, blah blah blah. Everything went all swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, summer came and went, sadly nursing subjects are once again here to stay (boohoo.). And the idea of being different (i.e. purple hair) would not be that feasible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was prepared to say goodbye to this. To my purple hair. To my individuality. To ME. Just for the sake of nursing. I was no longer the purple haired girl, I was just another person in a uniform. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuality is not about having purple hair, or red noses, or blue eyes. But these are part of it. It's how you carry yourself. How you walk, you act, you dress, you talk, you feel. It's how you express yourselves, through whatever medium or whatever. It's how badly you want to show the world that "Hello?! This is mE!" and what actions you take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, changing your hairstyle, your change in music, getting a new tattoo or piercing, or eating raw bugs makes you noticed. But that's only the first step. It's the first impression. It's what you do AFTER you make that impression that sets your individuality. It's what defines WHO you REALLY are. How you talk to people, how you express yourself - that's what really matters. First impressions may or may not last. It's up to you which of the two you want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, yesterday, at 8:30, my hair is officially black once again. No more purple/pink/red streaks. (except for the occasional hair strands I missed while dying it.) No more dyes, no more highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy. I may just be another girl in a uniform/shirt/whatever clothes, but hey, I'm ME. My individuality did not go down the drain like the hair dye I just washed off. I can express my individuality in other ways - I'm sarcastic as hell, witty as hell as funny as hell. Add creative and fluent as hell, too. &amp;lt;I do hope you noticed the humor here. lol&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I hate conformity, but I stood by it. And I do believe when you conform to these norms and agree to uniformity you are giving yourself a bigger oppotunity to stand out.&amp;nbsp; Now it's up to you how to do it. If you want to stand out, then find a way to break out of monotony. Find a loophole. Find a weak link in the chain. Find anything. After all, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;when there's a will, there's a way.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; As for me? I dyed my hair black again.&amp;nbsp; Black Black. The too-dark-to-be-natural-black-so-i-think-it's-dyed-and-it's-gotta-be-dammit-no-way-in-hell-that's-natural BLACK. They want black, then I give them black. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>i came, i saw i delivered. babies that is.</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T08:48:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T08:48:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just finished my 2-day duty at Fabella Hospital delivering Babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know how to deliver babies. real, LIVE, Babies. HUMAN babies. i delivered 2 already and assisted 4 more deliveries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's bloody, stinky and icky as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cool. HELLA COOL. =p</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>On Distance, Waiting and Spam</title>
    <published>2007-05-31T00:06:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-31T00:12:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i like to think of myself as a pathetic little girl. a pathetic little girl waiting for her little boy to come home to her knowing that this will only happen in her wildest dreams. odds, ends, people, everything is against us. time is against us, distance is against us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pathetic that the primary reason i log on to my YM is to check if you were there. but you weren't. everyday, i log on, refusing to sign off my account. what if you signed in the minute i left? what if you thought i didn't want to talk to you. i think you were mad the last time you left me a message. i didn't get to answer right away because of my computer. it hung up and shit so i didnt even get to read your message. the minute i fixed my computer, you were out. sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pathetic that i check my mail, all my e-mail addresses at that, hoping you'd write back. and yes i look through spam because your last two letters got sent to the spam bin and i didn't get to reply until a month after you sent them. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pathetic that the primary reason i want to get out of here is to see you. because you can't come to see me. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pathetic because i'm clinging to the hope that we will see each other. even though as i said, everything is against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask WHY this sort of thin happens, but I won't. They say everything happens for a reason and all that shit, that many people are also going through this. But why is it happening to us? Do we deserve this? why US? why NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to sleep last night, when a suddent thought crossed my mind: what if we do meet? what if we do see each other next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we do meet? Then we will probably.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we do talk? Then we'll take turns listening, I guess. (But you like my stories, don't you? You like to hear me talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we do see each other? Then all those years of fading will seem like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, what if we do get together? What if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this last night and i knew that this will only come to a bitter end - whether or not i see you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; We meet, we talk, we get together. And I come home. We get hurt. We don't meet, we don't talk, we don't get together. We still get hurt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coming home means leaving you. And leaving a part of myself. Not being with you means forgetting you and forgetting a part of myself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; both hard and equally painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's time to let go. this is the end of 3 years worth of patience. of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go of whatever feelings i have, i HAD, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go of whatever hopes and dreams i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not just yet. i'll hold on to my hopes and dreams. for they're all i have as of now. you see, you're this little dream i had in the&amp;nbsp; beginning which i never guessed to grow into such enormous proportions. but you're still my little dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we see each other, then we'll see each other. if we're meant to be, then we are. If we aren't then we aren't. let's leave fate to work its magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just so you know, i miss you like hell (and i'm gonna kick your ass for not writing me in a long time).</content>
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    <title>on being evil and speechmaking.</title>
    <published>2007-05-21T05:58:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-21T05:58:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am about to give my extemporaneous speech (also my last one) for our Communications III subject, and guess what it's about?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; no, not about the birds and the bees, nor about unicorns and rainbows (though i was so tempted by the idea of giving a speech about white fluffy rabbits).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; EVIL 101!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; lol. this speech is going to be a laugh and a half. God, I think I haven't had this much fun preparing for a speech since... since. never. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So anyway, I've finished my semi-speech plan/semi-scratch paper and boy does it look stupid. And I still have no idea how to shorten this piece of sh*t. i'm supposed to give only a 7 minute speech for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; so anyway, back to work. oh how I looooooove my topic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i just simple adore it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; to bits.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; bwahahahahha!!! *insert evil laugh/cackle*</content>
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    <title>A Story from a Song ang Photos</title>
    <published>2007-05-16T17:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-16T17:32:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>11:11 - All American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If anyone has the time, clickie! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com/photos/album/45"&gt;http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com/photos/album/45&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload them here photobucket is being an asshole. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment here if you don't have a multiply account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me if I'm being too,. Ugh... stupid? freaky? weird? vain? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love the song. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was actually a close fight between 11:11 of All American Rejects and As Lovers Go of Dashboard Confessional. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>fed up.</title>
    <published>2007-05-04T15:29:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-04T15:29:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's so frustrating that sometimes, you exert so much effort into something, only to have your efforts ignored.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; it's so frustrating that you feel like a traitor, but you remind yourself that you're slowly burning your soul, slowly descending into hell, but it's fine as long as many would be saved.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; it's so frustrating that you put up with something you don't even have to put up with, so that you could be the eyes and ears of the innocent and yet the innocent close their eyes and cover their ears.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; it's so frustrating that you feel vengeful and guilty at the same time, but you remind yourself that you are doing this for others. Fuck that guilty feeling, whatever am I guilty for? You ask yourself. You might betray one, but you save a hundred. Does that not make you feel like a hero? nevermind that you're a louse, traitor, or scumbag to a few, so as many would benefit, what would an hour's or a day's worth of bad deeds be compared to that?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; it's so frustrating to be stuck in a limbo. even though i know i belong in one side, i must stay on the other so that i can help one side. the hell that i experience - the hate, the confusion, the guilt. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; it's so frustrating to completely give your trust to people who would not even listen to you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; but what's most frustrating most of all? PEOPLE SAYING THEY UNDERSTAND YOU WHEN THEY REALLY DON'T. PEOPLE SAYING THEY SYMPATHIZE WITH YOU, WHEN THEY WOULDN'T EVEN LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i felt used by the other side and was glad to be accepted by the one side. but now i feel like i'm being used by both. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i feel like i'm not appreciated at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wait. let me rephrase that. I FEEL LIKE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i'm about to cry out of... of... i dunno. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; guilt, frustration, pressure, sadness, betrayal, feeling of being unwanted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i told myself that i would not cry over whatever matter this may be. no, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; a cut above the wrist, another one below. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; stops the tears, eases the pain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; finally, i feel relief.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; for a while</content>
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    <title>BACK again. =)</title>
    <published>2007-04-01T18:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-01T20:29:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Crowing - Coheed and Cambria</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WOOOOOW. I have been gone for sooooo LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. what's up with me? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm finishing my 2nd (hell) year of college! &amp;lt;hurrah!&amp;gt; Which means, I'll be near dead by third year. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have purple Highlights/Hair. &amp;lt;I REALLY DO!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've had my heart broken and I broke another heart as well (ahaha, biyatch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am the keyboardist/ sometimes vocals of our OWN band! (what's the name? don't ask. That we haven't agreed upon. Yet. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I MISSED YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, email me or YM or whatever shit, I'll be more than willing to dish out my phone number...  =) I missed you guys, anybody in the area (that is manila, philippines) gimme your numbers. Anybody out of the country, and who wishes to drop by, you're more than welcome to stay over at our dorm/apartment. Gimme numbers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'll be updating my multiply (that is: &lt;a href="http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com"&gt;http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;) more often so check it more often, ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invalid video URL.</content>
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    <title>He's Breaking Me,,, :'(</title>
    <published>2006-11-25T17:52:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-25T17:56:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kill - Jimmy Eat World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;Well, you're just across the street&lt;br /&gt;Looks a mile to my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to go to you&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I'm nervous still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I've always been the easy kill&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance? &lt;br /&gt;Or only one way that it was always meant to be&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture your face well&lt;br /&gt;From the bar in my hotel&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd go to you&lt;br /&gt;I pick up put down the phone&lt;br /&gt;Like your favorite Heatmeiser song goes&lt;br /&gt;It's just like being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain&lt;br /&gt;I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know what I should do, but I just can't turn away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So go on love&lt;br /&gt;Leave while there's still hope for escape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to take what you can these days&lt;br /&gt;There's so much ahead&lt;br /&gt;So much regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know what you want to say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it but can't help feeling differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I loved you, and I should have said it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;But tell me just what has it ever meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I can't help it baby, this is who I am&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I can't just go turn off how I feel&lt;br /&gt;You kill me, you build me up, but just to watch me break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;-Kill, Jimmy Eat World&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;mother fucker. this is the sorriest shit state i've been in. i want to hate you, for hurting me. but i can't. we're not even together in the first place so what right do I have complaining? fuck it. you're the only person i've cried over, and that's a promise. i hate you for that. at least, i want to hate you. I think. but i can't. i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will decide what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it to work. i really want to. Krizia said that by wanting this to work, I should prepare myself for the worst. That the pain won't go away, it'll only get worse. But I will face the pain. i will accept the pain that comes with being with you. I'd rather have the pain magnified a million times being with you, than have it this way by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'll face hell just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:33572</id>
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    <title>After centuries and eons. I AM BACK. ONCE AGAIN.</title>
    <published>2006-11-13T13:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-13T13:59:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beer - Itchyworms</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after such a long long time, i am finally back in LJ! lol. Why wasn't I updating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I use net shop computers. stupid computers are slow.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a multiply account. MY peers aka college classmates make me update my account almost every friggin day.&lt;br /&gt;3. no net in our house. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, reasons why I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;1. I have DSL! Frickin unlimited DSL! mwahahahahaha.... and it comes free! I mean it comes free with the dorm, which brings us to number&lt;br /&gt;2. I moved in a dorm. not hte stupid conventional dorm. it's more like a.. ahm. boarding thingy? no curfews, no rules. YES! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;3. more time. i guees. haha. NOT. this is a killer sem. but i hope i can still update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i still have friends here? lol.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:33322</id>
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    <title>Sleeping Over!</title>
    <published>2006-10-06T12:20:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-06T12:20:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG. I havent updated in such a loooong timE! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Jantoy was supposd to have this like battle of the bands which got canceled (that sucks big time btw). I really wanted to hear their band play! Awww. But anyway, it wasn't a waste and all, especially since we slept over at Jay-Jay's! It was a night of food, booze and karaoke. (Not to mention House marathons too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the piccies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com/photos/album/13"&gt;http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com/photos/album/13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:33137</id>
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    <title>Pix!</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T12:19:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-18T12:19:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy these past few days. Anyway, I just wanna share some pix... Here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com"&gt;http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you aren't a multiply user, then you can't post comments. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post them here instead. hehe..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:33007</id>
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    <title>New Fooone!</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T12:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T12:20:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, sorry for not updating in such a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on duty at the hospital since monday from 7 - 11 in the morning and I go crazy when I get home. I have care Plans to do, Teaching plans to accomplish and a whole lotta hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too bummed out to post anything of real importance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new fooone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wiii, i love it!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:32577</id>
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    <title>Another BLOG!</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T12:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T12:20:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Suicide is Painless - M*A*S*H* theme</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ei guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I haven't updated in a while and I suck at keeping my layout nice and neat. lol. Biochemistry is hell, and Pathophysiology is on thursday. (So much fun! not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just finished my Biochem exam earlier, maybe about 30 minutes ago. I got home around 8 maybe? I think I sdid better this time. I should. I sucked ass last exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have another blog,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: If you can't understand Filipino, maybe it's not for you. It's stupid rubbish I feel like saying when I wanna. But &lt;em&gt;kung naiintindihan mo to, &lt;/em&gt;go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com"&gt;http://psychoticlemon.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it. MY head hurts from thinking. Off to read Neil Gaiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babai!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:32280</id>
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    <title>Shit. Shit. And lots o' shit!</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T11:41:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T11:41:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland</lj:music>
    <content type="html">LITERALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Do not read if you get upset easily. Or if you don't like the S word either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it. Yesterday at Parasitology Lab, we brought our shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. As in manure, feces, excrement. You name it, we brought it. (And did lots of icky stuff with it too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to bring our own shit (approximately the size of our thumb, or if it was watery approx 5-6 tablespoons... yum! *eeech*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a Direct Fecal Smear and Kato-Katz one.&amp;nbsp; (Direct Fecal Smear is the one where you poke your shit all over and place a teeny bit on 2 drops of saline solution, and Kato Katz is where you get shit the size of a small bean, place a green cellophane soaked in glycerine and squish it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I daresay, Para is fun. Minus the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, 70 people in one classroom. All bringing thumb-sized shits. Then each of 'em opening their container... WHOA! I wanted to burn my labgown right after our session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny though. Jantoy brought this whole jar of shit. As in you know Jam bottles or jars? I was like What the Fuck. We were asking him, why the hell did he bring that much shit and he was like, "I just wanted to be sure I brought enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I was like laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and this afternoon, we had microbiology lab. It was uneventful, I think. We had&amp;nbsp;to like stain these bacteria to determine if they were gram positive or whatever. Freaky part was handling the &amp;lt;b&amp;gt;live&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; culture of bacteria. We were handling Diarrhea literally. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God. Could Nursing possibly get crazier than this?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:32239</id>
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    <title>Been busy, have pictures. :p</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T11:25:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T11:25:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Who Knew - Pink</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, I haven't updated in a looooong, loooooooong time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I've been busy with school and stuff. (as if I'm actually learning something, heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to do a new layout, but I just don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, update:&lt;br /&gt;1. Had biochemistry exams this afternoon. I sucked. We sucked. At least me and my friends anyway. Bottom line: Biochemistry sucks.&lt;br /&gt;2. My eyes are hurting way to much for comfort. They've got this like stinging sensation when I try to close them. heh.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have seen Pirates of the Carribean 2 ages ago. Just forgot to type it in. Johnny Depp was hot (as usual) and really cool movie. Story sucks, they shouldv'e put 2 and 3 together IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;4. Had our annual tea/costume/freshmen welcome party. The one we're supposed to dress up, this year as rockers. Meh, I got bored, and suddenly on the day itself, I decided to just go as I am (after all, my friends think I'm weird. You see I wear black all the time. Not because I'm goth, because I'm not and I'm not trying to be one. I just like black. There.), a little eyeliner and a few rings and bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;5. Alvin's having his 19th birthday this saturday. We're going to his house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Random (photoshopped) pics. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the original picture of this. For some unknown reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img width="399" height="299" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/61465066.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Photoshopped. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I sorta kinda looked like during our annual tea/costume/freshmen welcome party. Eyeliner's kinda not there anymore. Lol. Took it after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="539" height="518" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/bookish_gurl/06ade570.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do I look? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bookish_gurl024:31950</id>
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    <title>Superman. Finally.</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T13:18:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T13:22:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Why Don't You and I - Chad Kroger ft. Santana</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So finally, I've watched Superman with Sherwin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first. THe movie was okay, though I didn't like the story much. I thought it was a bit stupid actually, but hey, Brandon Routh's hot, so there. Oh yeah, I have a problem with Brandon as superman, he has like flabs all over the place! I mean, he's cute and all, but sheesh, couldn't he have worked out before donning the blue tights and red briefs? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, tis a funny day actually. First, I woke up around like 9, and was dashing everywhere to get on time for our org meeting. Then there was no water. I left around 10 am at my place (btw, we were supposed to meet at 10). I got to UP around 10.30, and nobody was there. Turns out the meeting was cancelled... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around Robinson's Place, tempted and frustrated myself over the Sandman Graphic Novels and THe Historian, and around 12, I went to go to Gateway (where we watched the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, me and Sherwin were like looking for each other, coz I asked him to pick me up at the LRT2 station. Turns out, he was waiting for me at the MRT. He was calling me up already, and it turns out, we were like inches from each other. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, he treated me to the movie and popcorn (I insisted on paying for the drinks. lol) We got our tickets around 1 something, and the movie was like 2:30. SO we waited, and chatted a bit, and finally watched it... When were were already in the cinema and the film was starting he said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly, though, I've watched this film before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "What The. Fuck. WHY Didn't You tell me? We should've watched another!" I was so guilty, and he was the one who treated me and guess what he said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOu wanted to watch this, and it's fine with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, isn't that darn sweet? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like freezing my butt off in the cinema, I said, "Boy, I sure am cold!" (he's wearing a jacket folks), and he goes, "DO you need a jacket? DO you have one?" I go (ang nearly slapped my head) "Oh yeah, I brought one!" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, he also says that he skipped his org meeting so we could go out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Sherwin is like one of the coolest and sweetest buds I have. :) So the movie ended about 5 (or was it 6?) and we were like walking around the mall. When we got to the LRT station, he was like "You goin home?" I said, "I dunno, what do you think?" He goes, "I dunno, I have nothing to do. WHat?" (Picture a 5 minute conversation in that direction) And finally I say,  "Okay, let's go around a bit more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, we walked, and talked. Then we got a spot near the cinema and sat there. Just talking. We decided to go home around 7:30. And he goes, "Are you sure it's alright that you go home by yourself?" I said, "Yeah, but since you offered... :P" And he says, "BUt it's night and I don't know how to and stuff." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, in the end he got on the train with me and brought me to the connecting thingy (where I board a second train). Nice thing is he has to go back from where we originally started (the mall) so he could go home. IN short, he went back and forth, just to make sure I get home safe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin's a really nice guy. Haha, and he grew fat too... (which is a good thing for him, believe me *smirks*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he says I should just text him and let me know when I want to watch another movie (but he says, next time, he isn't treating me... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I just got home. I got off the train, went to the net shop. I'm logging off now. tata!</content>
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    <title>Ka-ching!</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T11:43:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T11:44:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Why Don't You and I - Chad Kroger ft. Santana</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes, the scholarship money is on the way!!! That means new books and stuff! Wheeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture in eyes turning into dollar/pesos signs, like the way cartoon characters do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, generally, everything is going out well for me this week, in spite of me having a bad bout of flu last saturday, but I'm all better now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad arrived last saturday, so I got my Biochemistry and Pathology/Anatomy/Physiology books I asked him to get me. 2 pairs of Nursing shoes (for our clinical, which is no neat, since I don't have to go and shop anymore) - one black and one white. It was kinda neat since I never even told my dad what kind of shoes I would be needing, still he got me the right ones. :DHe also got me about 2 pairs of shoes - one chuck taylors and another like rubber shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, he gave me my request of a Sandman graphic novel. I really would have preferred if he bought me the first one (since I'm just starting to read it and all), and not the ninth, but hey, it's cool with me. I've read about a few stuff of it already, from reviews and watefers. I finished the damn book, and I loved every effin' page of it... So many quotable quotes! Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I think everything is working out fine. Well, except for 2 major nursing exam this week - wednesday is on foundations of nursing and thursday is pathology/physiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. And me and Sherbs are still on for this weekend. To watch superman.  Krizia said it rocks, Sir Paguio said it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;text size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Ooooh, pay close attention to my music... :P&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/text&gt;</content>
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    <title>I affirm.</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T12:03:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T12:05:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Move Along -- All American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh yeah, I just got back from the hospital. OUr classmate, Cynthia was involved in an accident last summer. End of may-ish. It was pretty bad, from what I've heard. Their van crashed into a passenger bus, and she was unconscious for two days. She had to undergo a major surgery, and they had to take out her spleen. She also lost a part of her pancreas. Her left eye is still bandaged, and she can't sit properly. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also had a bit of memory loss, says she can't remember the events of summer, but she's okay now. It's actually her 18th birthday today, we brought her a cake a few balloons. Basically we made her laugh (even though she said it hurts because of her wound she still laughed anyway), Lyngel danced and did corny jokes, and we watched The Simpsons. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel bad about Cynthia. She's really smart, swear to God. She's like the only one who got a 1 (A+, 98-100) in organic chemistry. She's really good, and she might get delayed because of that. I also feel bad coz we used to tease her behind her back because of her lisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I am affirming what I've said in my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sherbs didn't watch SUperman. Because we were supposed watch this wednesday, but then he had an org meeting and had to do a report. So we cancelled. Me and my friends were also supposed to watch it, but turned out we had to do promotional posters for our org as well. THought it sucked, but here's the good part: Our (favorite) prof said that it *drumroll* SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still like to see it though. But he said it had basically no story, and most of Brandon Routh's scenes as Superman were CG. Ahem. I'd still like to see it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me and sherbs, we still couldn't go out this saturday for three reasons (my reasons actually):&lt;br /&gt;1. My father's arriving from US.&lt;br /&gt;2. We're doing community service for out org, sorta like a lecture on nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 2 nursing exams next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're going out next saturday. :)</content>
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