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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>complicated_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893550336612133603</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11206049.post-111037667635665503</id><published>2005-03-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:57:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what do you do if a father of your friend suddenly endorsed his oldest son (whom youhad a huge crush) to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... it happened to me and now asking myself why did i refuse that offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began yesterday evening. we have a program called gratitude night. it is a programwhich you will have to thank your parents...something like that. in the middle of the programin which you will give your parents your presents to them, charlene and i saw j_ _ _ with her dad and approached them to say hi. then j_ _ _'s dad ask about our upcomming graduation ball and asked if we had our partners already. charlene said yes and i said im not sure becausethere are some problem with my partner. he also asked about the atire of our escorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then when we excused ourselves because charlene forgot something j_ _ _'s dad called me out and asked me,"why didn't you asked my oldest son to be your partner at the dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!!!his son IS my huge crush ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't answer and simply looked at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn!!!charlene srieked at excitement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im BUSTED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j's dad laughed at me!!!!! i didn't looked at him and immediately took charlene's hand and ran as fast as we can!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...i shouldn't done that. but i can't helped it. i panicked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the program, charlene and i we're going out ofthe gym and down from the stairs. then wesaw again j's dad. we greeted him again (as a sign ofrespect) even though i'm so embarrassed of what happened awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ........then.......then..... he started teasing me!!!!! saying, "you!you!you have a crushon my son!!!" then he laughs even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then charlene added while laughing, "you're busted!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they we're both lauging at me. then charlene asked him how did he know about my feelings forhis son. he told that he just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he looked at me telling me that his son focusing on his studies and didn't have time for relationship. then he suddenly told me, "but after his graduation maybe....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he teased me more!!! then charlene proudly said " i'm so grateful that im not caught!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong move charlene!!! j's dad guessed that charlene also had a crush on one of his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sons,the younger one!!!j's father also teased her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j arrived at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we bid them goodbye and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that j send charlene a mail saying that her father revealed our secrets to his sons!!!he teased his sons but he teased his oldest son the most!!! damn!!!!!!! i can't go back to their house anymore and i can't see my crush anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....i really don't understand what he meant after his son's graduation. does he like meto be his son's someone....or he just teasing me again because im his favorite among allthe friends of j???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&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/11206049-111037667635665503?l=lonelyvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lonelyvoid.blogspot.com/feeds/111037667635665503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206049&amp;postID=111037667635665503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206049/posts/default/111037667635665503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206049/posts/default/111037667635665503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyvoid.blogspot.com/2005/03/advertisement.html' title='an advertisement'/><author><name>complicated_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893550336612133603</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11206049.post-110994120643785366</id><published>2005-03-04T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:00:06.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our great escape!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;as i said before we had our general practice for the gratitude night. it was so boooooring and the four of us (me, charlene, dorothy and noelle) wants to go home. we thought its alrigt to go home because it was already 4:00 pm. so we went down with our bags from the gym. then in the middle of the hallway i told them that i forgot something at the gym so i wnet back with dorothy. when i got my things that i left, dorothy went to her other friends for awhile and discuss something. then we went down hurriedly because charlene and noelle drag us down because some school council officers are guarding the gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;when were almost at the gate i saw valerie (another officer) glaring at us. so i pulled them fast and told them that we were going to stay for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;we put our bags at the lobby near the front gate just in case we want to go home ahead of our batchmates. we decided to stay at the canteen first and have some snacks there. we chat there for almost an hour with the staff there. we just talked about our lovelives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; then we realized that it was already 5:00pm!!! it was really late for us to be in the school grounds. we went to the lobby as fast as we can thinking that our batchmates were already home. we only found out that valerie was still there gaurding the front gate. she told us to went up to the gym and practice with our classmates. then she suddenly got mad at us and went up to the gym by herself. after awhile we sneak out and we were about at the gate when the REAL guard told us that we was told not to let out the senior students until the practice ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;noelle's sister told her that we should try the back gate to get out. so we went to the backgate, where the kindergarten students used when they get home. but it was lock. dorothy told us that there was another agte behind the canteen that leads tothe convent. then we went to the canteen. we three thought that the gate there was locked. but dorothy told us that it was not actually a gate but a small path behind the gradeschool building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;dorothy lead us through that path. it was so small and so dirty. we felt that something was watching us. and there was someone watching us from the windows!!!  we ran carefully so that the nuns wouln't hear us. just imagine, four girls running at the rocky small path wearing heels.. yeah, it was a little bit painful and silly. but at last we came out!!!!hehehehe....we came out looking we were running from the woods and some bears come to attact us!! our blouses looks really dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;we told each other goodbye and run again to the outer gate just in case somebody saw us. so that's the our adventure for the day...hehehe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206049-110994120643785366?l=lonelyvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lonelyvoid.blogspot.com/feeds/110994120643785366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206049&amp;postID=110994120643785366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206049/posts/default/110994120643785366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206049/posts/default/110994120643785366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyvoid.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-great-escape.html' title='our great escape!!'/><author><name>complicated_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893550336612133603</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-11206049.post-110993863774801683</id><published>2005-03-04T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:17:17.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its starts well but ends really bad and annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;its been a heck of a day today.. but anyway we're very glad today because e finally took our last exam!!!hurrah!! at last, our days of sitting down and listening all day in the classroom is over!!hahahahahahahahaha!!!! okay... im over reacting. but at least, i can have enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this day became annoying when our school council officers told us that we had to stayall day (usually our exams ends at 12:00pm) because we have to practice for our gratitudenight (somekind of presentation for our dear parents). our class president told us topolish our presentation in our classroom. so THEY did (because im not participating in ourlittle show). then, after some time our school student president told us to be in the gym (forthe general practice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went there, everybody was on the bleachers, chatting with there friends, making noise,roaming around the gym and etc. when me and my friends settle on the bleachers we heard someoneslam the chair onto the floor, it was mrs.l (our year level representative). then the nextthing we know, she was furious and yelling to us saying that we should practice and.....and...i forgot what she told us after that. then she walks out of the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of our batchmates were already changing for their costumes. on the other hand, me and myfriends just started to chat again. i told them that we get down from gym and try to findsis. fats(not her real name...and she is not fat) for i have to get something to her. when wewere about to go down angelica(one of the student's council officers) asked us where are we going.we told her that we need to go to the powder room....NOT! we tried to find sis.fats but she seems not in her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to passed by the faculty room. then we saw mr.hat at the faculty roomand hand him the reservation form for our defense next monday. we told him what happened yesterday(he didn't come to see us for our report). he told us that he had his classes. so okay...were now annoyed because first of all he was the one who scheduled it.duh?! he told us thatwe will not have our report anymore, so he told us to hand him our written report. when we handedhim our written report, he just scan it and made his comments and give it back to us. damn!!!he barely read our report and he wanted us to re-write it all!!!damn him!!! i really hate his guts!!!!&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/11206049-110993863774801683?l=lonelyvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lonelyvoid.blogspot.com/feeds/110993863774801683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206049&amp;postID=110993863774801683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206049/posts/default/110993863774801683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206049/posts/default/110993863774801683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyvoid.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-starts-well-but-ends-really-bad.html' title='its starts well but ends really bad and annoying'/><author><name>complicated_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893550336612133603</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-11206049.post-110985634805141085</id><published>2005-03-03T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:25:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it turns out to be nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im tired. very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i don't get enough sleep this past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do you know why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its because our graduation is fast approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its just 2 weeks ahead of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;even though we can be free at last in our school, i still need to comply my requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today is our second day of our final exams and i have to pass all my requirements to be able to graduate. and also today, is the day we have our defense in research (its a subject). my group and dorothy's are the last one to defend their research. me and dorothy are both leaders in a group so we supposedly the one to demand our groupmates to make their use of themselves in helping in our research. since we are both lazy and our groupmates are much more lazy than us, we had no choice to do the research by ourselves. it was very hard to make one, but for the sake of our graduation, we must do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we told mr.hat(our teacher) that we will have our defense TODAY at 1:00pm, but he told us that he has his classes then so he proposed that we will have our defense at 2:00pm. ofcourse we agree. and since our exam finish at 12:00 pm, me and dorothy with charlene and noelle(our friends) went to a computer shop to polish our research. the first shop was full of people in it and there was only one computer vacant. so we left dorothy there for awhile because there was a bug in my dicskette. we went to another shop (which was on the other side of the road). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was kind of hard to type the research paper because i beginning to feel sick. but i thought of the posibillities if i can't pass the research paper, i can't grurantee to graduate. so i must do it, i told to myself. after an hour, charlene lended my money to pay for the printed job and for the rent of computer (im not poor, i just forgot my wallet at home).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we're at the school grounds again. we we're kind of nervous to report and prayed that he will not comment much on the research paper. we searched for him. but we can't find him. i think we almost searched the school grounds but unfortunately he was not there. we decided to go to the computer lab wondering he might be there. but to no avail, he was not there. we waited until 3:30 for him but he never showed up. damn!!! he DITCHED us!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was a waste of our time to wait for him. we should've gone home earlier to study for our last exam. but because we needed that subject to graduate, we trusted a teacher who'll never come to his given schedule!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i mean what kind of a role model is he?? he's a teacher and he should never portrait a role that will never be.......a....idon't know.... i just know that he annoys me very much!!!!! he shouldn't told us the schedule if he wasn't coming!!! jeez!!! he sucks!!! really bad!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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