<?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-2641091338742197343</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:24:32.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the Boss Applesauce</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8418701818920989347</id><published>2009-10-01T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:08:24.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP THE VICTIMS OF TYPHOON ONDOY&lt;br /&gt;in any way possible&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SsPyCVAFsHI/AAAAAAAABKA/qPug_NOiiqk/s1600-h/3955895304_a01a6cde04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SsPyCVAFsHI/AAAAAAAABKA/qPug_NOiiqk/s320/3955895304_a01a6cde04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387415701076422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SsPx9EUYtLI/AAAAAAAABJ4/KdtadxSIR0E/s1600-h/3955331343_e970b15555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SsPx9EUYtLI/AAAAAAAABJ4/KdtadxSIR0E/s320/3955331343_e970b15555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387415610698806450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victims are in dire need of basic necessities (clothing, water, food, alcohol, etc.) Here's how you can help out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;In-Kind Donation&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victory Fort&lt;/strong&gt; is opening its doors to those affected by the typhoon. Call 813-FORT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NoyMar relief Operations&lt;/strong&gt;: Clare Amador (+639285205508) or Jana Vicente at +639285205499). Drop off for relief donations is at Balay Expo Center across Farmers Market Cubao.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miriam Quiambao&lt;/strong&gt; drop off points: One Orchard Road Building in Eastwood, or message &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/miriamq" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/miriamq&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippine Army Gym &lt;/strong&gt;inside Fort Bonifacio or &lt;strong&gt;GHQ Gym&lt;/strong&gt; in Camp Aguinaldo are now distributing donations for Ondoy Victims.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Manila&lt;/strong&gt; stores in Trinoma, Mall of Asia, Jupiter Bel-Air and Rockwell shall be accepting relief goods (Canned Goods, Ready-to-drink Milk,Bottled Water and Clothes) for distribution by Veritas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caritas Manila&lt;/strong&gt; Office at Jesus St., Pandacan Manila near Nagtahan Bridge (+632-5639298, +632-5639308)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radio Veritas&lt;/strong&gt; at Veritas Tower West Ave. Cor EDSA (+632-9257931-40)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aranaz Stores&lt;/strong&gt; in Rockwell &amp;amp; Greenbelt is accepting donations of any kind for Payatas communities affected by Ondoy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simbahang Lingkod ng Bayan Task Force Noah&lt;/strong&gt;, a disaster response arm of the Jesuits, is accepting donations. Please drop it off sa Ateneo Cervini Dorm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippine National Red Cross&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.ph/Site/PNRC/wtd.aspx" rel="nofollow"&gt;different ways to Donate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Cross Load Donations&lt;/strong&gt;: Right now the easiest way to make donations from the seat of your chair is via mobile phone load. The Red Cross Rescue and Relief Operations. Text: RED&lt;space&gt;AMOUNT to 2899 (Globe) or 4483 (Smart)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ateneo de Manila University&lt;/strong&gt; is now accepting donations for the victims of Ondoy. Donations can be dropped at MVP Lobby. For those stranded/those who need help: To all students who need help or know of people who need help. Please text the name, location, and contact number to (+6329088877166). ATENEO, which is now an &lt;strong&gt;open shelter, accepts refugees&lt;/strong&gt;. Call (+632917-8952792)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papemelroti&lt;/strong&gt; stores in 91 Roces Ave. / Ali Mall Cubao / SM City North EDSA / SM Fairview / SM Megamall / Glorietta 3 in Makati / SM Centerpoint / SM Southmall are accepting relief goods (canned goods / milk / bottled water / clothes – NO CASH pls.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TXTPower&lt;/strong&gt; now accepts donations via SmartMoney 5577514418667103, GCash 09179751092 and Paypal &lt;a href="http://is.gd/3GvuN" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://is.gd/3GvuN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Lady of Pentecost Parish &lt;/strong&gt;(+632-4342397, +632-9290665) per &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gabemercado/status/4393300142" title="Gabe Mercado on Twitter" rel="nofollow"&gt;Gabe Mercado&lt;/a&gt;, donations are very much welcome. The Parish is located at 12 F. Dela Rosa corner C. Salvador Sts., Loyola Heights, Quezon City.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillsborough Village Chapel&lt;/strong&gt; – Water, blankets, shoes, and clothes may be sent to Hillsborough Village Chapel in Muntinlupa City. These will go to families whose houses were washed out in the nearby sitios.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greenhills/Mandaluyong/San Juan Area, if you want to help out with the rescue and relief operations, you can drop off your donations (clothes, food, etc..) at &lt;strong&gt;La Salle Greenhills&lt;/strong&gt; Gate 2 tomorrow or volunteer from 9am to receive, sort, repack the donations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petron&lt;/strong&gt;: You may bring your relief goods to all Petron branches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCA&lt;/strong&gt; stores (Rockwell, Shang-rila, Eastwood, or GA towers): Send your old clothes &amp;amp; donations (no cash pls).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“LUZON RELIEF: Volunteer / Donate / Pray”&lt;/strong&gt;: Donations can be brought to RENAISSANCE FITNESS CENTER, 2nd Floor, Bramante Building, Renaissance Towers Ortigas, Meralco&lt;span&gt;Avenue&lt;/span&gt;, Pasig City starting MONDAY (Sept.28) / 9am – 7pm Contact Person: Warren Habaluyas (+632929-8713488) or email at &lt;a href="http://us.mc1114.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=luzonrelief@gmail.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;luzonrelief@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOONSHINE&lt;/strong&gt; boutique in Rockwell also accepting relief good to help Ondoy victims in Marikina and &lt;span style="background-repeat: repeat; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Cainta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katipunan Avenue. Contact Erica Paredes&lt;/strong&gt; at (+632917-4741930) — they need bread, packed juice, sandwich filling (tuna, chicken, anything) You can help her make them, deliver the sandwiches to her house, or help her distribute! Call for more details.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manor Superclub&lt;/strong&gt;, Eastwood City will accept goods and other emergency items starting Sunday at 10 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Citizens Disaster Response Center (CDRC):&lt;/strong&gt; Relief goods for typhoon victims being accepted at 72-A Times St., West Triangle, QC. Tel (+632-9299820/22)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINISTOP&lt;/strong&gt; IBARRA (Espana cor. Blumentritt, Sampaloc Manila) is also accepting relief goods, Food (non-perishable goods only) Clothing, Medicines, Beds, Pillows, Blankets, Emergency Supplies to help Typhoon Ondoy victims.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8418701818920989347?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8418701818920989347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8418701818920989347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8418701818920989347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8418701818920989347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/10/help-victims-of-typhoon-ondoy-in-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SsPyCVAFsHI/AAAAAAAABKA/qPug_NOiiqk/s72-c/3955895304_a01a6cde04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-257262680540551683</id><published>2009-09-08T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:57:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to change the world. instead i sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/7485/tumblrkpmczqz5ei1qzk7mu.jpg" alt="." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sometimes life goes its own way and drags you along&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/2641091338742197343-257262680540551683?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/257262680540551683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=257262680540551683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/257262680540551683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/257262680540551683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-change-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4903416860314641731</id><published>2009-09-04T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:01:33.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SqCG_NIXXfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/NZvWGEt1hEg/s1600-h/3730897554_88f6a610cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SqCG_NIXXfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/NZvWGEt1hEg/s320/3730897554_88f6a610cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377446375494999538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A good online friend of mon is in a cover of a magazine! AGAIN :) Hooray for her. Plus she's in Dujour too. Or however you say it. Another plus, Makiyo's in Egypt for the Photography contest thing. I should put more stuff about my online friends here who's got more good things to say than I am. Oh, and Sophie's in this French magazine too :) They're so awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4903416860314641731?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4903416860314641731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4903416860314641731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4903416860314641731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4903416860314641731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-online-friend-of-mon-is-in-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SqCG_NIXXfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/NZvWGEt1hEg/s72-c/3730897554_88f6a610cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-424041512109590703</id><published>2009-09-04T10:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:51:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh hail the magic plum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MARNEE GAMBOA IS SO HAPPY SHE'S GOT A NEW BEST FRIEND WHO IS AN ARTISTA. ANYWAY, WHY DO BIRDS SUDDENLY APPEAR? TIS IS SO RANDOM I WANNA DO THE ROBOT INSTEAD. BUT I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT MARNEE GAMBOA SO SHE'LL BE ARTISTA LIKE HER NEW BEST FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Marnee tiene una cicatriz de Niza. Usted debe venir a Disneyland conmigo. Sabes Gerald? Apuesto a que lo beso en los labios. Cualquiera que sea la madre de Fudge. Voy a comer porque estas tratando de comer a mi. Asi que estoy carrera va a usted. Usted deberia caminar de esta manera conmigo. Oh, Dios, puede ser esto mas aleatoria que la suerte de los sin espinas patetica palido. Apuesto a que no puede leer esto. Pero si llego a leer esto, Hurra por ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-424041512109590703?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/424041512109590703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=424041512109590703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/424041512109590703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/424041512109590703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/09/marnee-gamboa-is-so-happy-shes-got-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3511629792817524360</id><published>2009-09-03T10:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:00:51.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai friendssss. I'm back here in Baguio since the other night. So yeah I was at Manila for 3 days since Saturday with Roxanne. I stayed at her condo at Espanya. I got there around 7:30pm and she picked me up at the terminal. We dropped off my things then we went straight to Trinoma to buy her iTouch. Bought food at Yellowcab and Starbux then we went to her place again so we could watch movies and talk about good stuff. They slept during the third movie around 4 or 5am. Lameee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to leave for Gapo so we could sync the iPod, which we named Sueside from Funnynames.Com and I renamed mine AC/DShe. We got there around 1pm and went straight to Mehaky. Ate lunch at Coco Lime with the Father and went grocery shopping at Royal. Forced the father to watch Orphan with us in our big screen tv but he refused :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t0wk6NwI/AAAAAAAABHQ/XwMMW0io86U/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t0wk6NwI/AAAAAAAABHQ/XwMMW0io86U/s320/Periwinkle.1661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377066864519821058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t0UyXroI/AAAAAAAABHI/RSJZDgB4znA/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t0UyXroI/AAAAAAAABHI/RSJZDgB4znA/s320/Periwinkle.1671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377066857060085378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t1gRvBLI/AAAAAAAABHg/4JsIUKdE35Y/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t1gRvBLI/AAAAAAAABHg/4JsIUKdE35Y/s320/Periwinkle.1705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377066877324297394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rox's place before it got dark and ate. Almost all her relatives were there CUS IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY and they talked about anything negative about Baguio. Good grace. If i could just write them a book of anything ugly about Manila. We went back to my house around 8:30. We were so shitfaced we slept on the couch instead of watching something good or downloading thingamajigs for our iPods. She left when the Father arrived around 11pm.  I was suppose to stay up all night to download awesome shite but I slept without realizing. I got so pissed when i woke up 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to leave for Manila, 7am but Rox's biological parents got in the way. We were suppose to have breakfast at McDo but the father cooked breakfast and we were so late already so she took out 2 fries, 2 coke floats instead and i bought a pack of Yakult. We arrived in Manila around 1nn, dropped off our stuff at her place and went to Trinoma. We were there til 6pm just looking for a good iPod cover but we didn't find any. It was either too ugly, or too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t1J_lXoI/AAAAAAAABHY/8fKVgp0br2k/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t1J_lXoI/AAAAAAAABHY/8fKVgp0br2k/s320/Periwinkle.1761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377066871342587522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t12cZ8MI/AAAAAAAABHo/I65PhsKwTAk/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t12cZ8MI/AAAAAAAABHo/I65PhsKwTAk/s320/Periwinkle.1764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377066883274633410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8uT-v9OUI/AAAAAAAABHw/L4v0BotlQ_w/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8uT-v9OUI/AAAAAAAABHw/L4v0BotlQ_w/s320/Periwinkle.1772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377067400900196674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8uUTPdDkI/AAAAAAAABH4/GMuRPIUDgH0/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8uUTPdDkI/AAAAAAAABH4/GMuRPIUDgH0/s320/Periwinkle.1785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377067406401015362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8uVdA8U_I/AAAAAAAABII/2RvXtUuHiBs/s1600-h/Periwinkle.1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8uVdA8U_I/AAAAAAAABII/2RvXtUuHiBs/s320/Periwinkle.1813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377067426204374002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head back to her condo. She studied for her Botany test while I was writing this awesome story about myself hahaha then she slept around 11. I stayed up, finished some chapters of ''my'' story, cut my hair, ate Kitkat bites, drank Yakult, clean Rox's room, took pictures with our fisheye then read Love, Stargirl. I slept when Rox woke up. She left for school then i got ready to leave. I went to Trinoma by myself. BY MYSELF HAH! Bought stuff at Clipper. Damn it Clipper is so awesomeee it hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan of buying Galbis an alien figure that when pulled down would say "You're Far Out!", Mikey a Magmasaurus, Inky a Polarized lens and Hunny pop tarts were nonexistent and i'm hareally broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Manila around 3pm after having a shat with Rox about journals, iPods, wifis, Yakults, places, books, doodles, etc. Had so much fun! Didn't get to see a lot of people though like i was suppose to but twas okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were at Starbux the whole day it was depressing. We didn't even have any idea Banana and Galbis and Shapno the heart were also there. We saw Lem and Kubi though. Then we ate a lot, as usual and this post stops there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3511629792817524360?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3511629792817524360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3511629792817524360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3511629792817524360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3511629792817524360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/09/hai-friendssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sp8t0wk6NwI/AAAAAAAABHQ/XwMMW0io86U/s72-c/Periwinkle.1661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4415935749038226409</id><published>2009-08-28T08:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:53:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swollen foot as i type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been blogging for quite awhile but updates here and there, i'm back in the fine pine capital of the sick sad Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gapo by myself last Friday. My relatives where already there when i arrived and they laugh at my being Fatty McPhee. We watched my lover fight evil with his sand, salt and shurikens then i stayed up until 6am to fix my iPod and slept on the computer chair when a miracle happened, my dad woke up finding me there, mouth hung open but didn't get angry like fajitas. Anyway, the next day my sisters arrived and my Chuck Berry shuts down. I went out to have it fixed but cus i'm awesome, i fixed it by myself when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we washed 10 tonnes of laundry, went grocery shopping at Traders, had lunch at Meat Plus, went to the Lighthouse, stayed up all night got demons to fight, ate a grape and i jizzed in my pants. Relatives left the day after and we went grocery shopping again at Royal. Then, had fine wine at the Boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took charge of Mehaky the next day while my sister visited the dentist. Had dinner at McDo, sang with Chuck Berry, ate ice cream, fixed my iPod 'til 1am and then left for Baguio. Oh what joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Starbucks, shopped for dresses, had dinner at 50s Diner and fixed my closet. My dresses took most of the space. My collection is growing and growing. Kaput. Soon i'll beat Zooey's, or Audrey Hepburn's, or Kate Nash's or even Amelia Earheart's! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm off to Manilazzz on Saturday, after class and i'm staying in with Rox for 3 days. It's her birthday on the 1st. We're not sure about most of our plans so i'll blog about it next week, when i get back. All i know is that were going to Gapo on Sunday to give birth to her ipodchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to jailbreak my iPod. Blogging with Notepad, by the way. Don't feel bad for me haha. I know i might get all lazy blogging about my weekend tomorrow again so i decided to write while i'm still in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood anymore. Sleeping now. Good night ye all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4415935749038226409?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4415935749038226409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4415935749038226409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4415935749038226409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4415935749038226409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/swollen-foot-as-i-type-i-know-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4257951628724927272</id><published>2009-08-23T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:08:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SpDqczg99-I/AAAAAAAABHA/oeQ7bmudWkw/s1600-h/rsf9ajnXqqqgjgdcNy2MlBB2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SpDqczg99-I/AAAAAAAABHA/oeQ7bmudWkw/s320/rsf9ajnXqqqgjgdcNy2MlBB2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373052136038725602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ohai Olongapo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog everything when i'm back in Baguio. In the meantime, i'm fixing my iTunes. I love being a Callora :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4257951628724927272?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4257951628724927272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4257951628724927272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4257951628724927272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4257951628724927272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohai-olongapo.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SpDqczg99-I/AAAAAAAABHA/oeQ7bmudWkw/s72-c/rsf9ajnXqqqgjgdcNy2MlBB2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6179873976120868980</id><published>2009-08-18T12:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:23:00.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Yourself: &lt;/span&gt;Karen Callora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your Hair:&lt;/span&gt; is able to resemble Jared Padalecki's when flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Your dream house:&lt;/span&gt; A white and spacious country house with a grand piano somewhere in London surrounded by greenery and atleast 150m away from roads and must be near Goh Nakamura's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Your fear:&lt;/span&gt; Heights, Death and sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Where do you want to be in 10 years: &lt;/span&gt;In London, a famous musician with atleast a high six-figure annual income. Or a burlesque pin-up girl in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. One of your wish list:&lt;/span&gt; Will Ferrel sun screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What you are wearing: &lt;/span&gt;Pirate shirt, jeans and gold bowling shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Were you named after someone?: &lt;/span&gt;No, but people are gonna be named after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Meaning of name: &lt;/span&gt;I don't know, my second name came from a Beatles' song which means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Nationality:&lt;/span&gt; Filipino, Spanish, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Who do you look like?: &lt;/span&gt;Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Gay, straight, bi, others: &lt;/span&gt;Female with the tendency to grope female buttocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Any pets:&lt;/span&gt; A goldfish and a shih tzu named Knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Disease: &lt;/span&gt;Dextroscoliosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Pray:&lt;/span&gt; that I will become a world-famous fashion designer, pianist, tap dancer or bowling player someday and make a million dollars and marry or get adopted by JENSEN ROSS and live in Texas where he came from and sing me country songs 'til i get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Dream honeymoon: &lt;/span&gt;Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Under your bed:&lt;/span&gt; Clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. If time is going to stop; what will you possibly do for that time?:&lt;/span&gt; If everything and everyone stops as well, and I will be the only one moving, I will get a billion dollars from the bank and all the things I have ever wanted and shove sawdust in Krishelle's mouth. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What makes you pissed off?:&lt;/span&gt; stereotypes, copycats, things i like that are going mainstream, getting reprimanded for being late, bad hair day, plagiarism, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Give 3 advantages when you get to live:&lt;/span&gt; (1) I am human, beats being an animal. (2) I get to enjoy food. (3) Kitkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What is your ambition in life?: &lt;/span&gt;To become someone who loves her job, whatever it is that i haven't thought of yet, with a six-figure annual paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Which country you would like to go?: &lt;/span&gt;Sweden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What do you think blogging is about?: &lt;/span&gt;To bitch about stuff you wouldn't dare say in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What would you like Santa to drop in your chimney?:&lt;/span&gt; Coin-operated boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Which of your friends act like you?:&lt;/span&gt; None, but I share similar behavior quirks with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. I love:&lt;/span&gt; family, facebook, food, friends, willienelsonmandelas, jensen and anyone who matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Have you seen the movie Donnie Darko?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Dream life:&lt;/span&gt; Sitting prettily in a spacious living room with Jensen or Jean-Baptiste while Tiersen plays on my grand piano. Waking up to a lovely croissant or anything French breakfast, Baby Chopin music and daffodils. To be able to eat whatever I want without looking like a pig with chicken legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.  Once a cheater, always a cheater?:&lt;/span&gt; Swings in both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. 5 things you are good at:&lt;/span&gt; (1) Belittling and proving my superiority to impertinent fools who have displeased me. (2) Controlling my laughter at stupidity. (3) Supporting the love of my entire life in fighting evil. (4) Singing leaving people in awe. (5) Procrastinating.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6179873976120868980?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6179873976120868980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6179873976120868980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6179873976120868980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6179873976120868980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1159345308294196552</id><published>2009-08-12T11:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:33:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I logged in on Twitter and found this baker-candlestick maker's tweet :) Ohai, i love Misha Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/4944/hahahahahaz.png" alt="." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted for a while and i'm not posting so much today since nothing really good happened so far except for the.. no, nothing really good has ever happened since my last decent post. Plus i've been feeling down and bored and nothing seems to amuse me (except the bank dance) and there's no webcam and i can't even charge my camera cus i'm such a lazy ass even if the charger is a step away from the bed and .. i need a pick me up song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1159345308294196552?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1159345308294196552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1159345308294196552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1159345308294196552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1159345308294196552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5549745887219555098</id><published>2009-08-08T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:14:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;People of high self-esteem are not driven to make themselves superior to others: they do not seek to prove their value by measuring themselves against a comparative standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Snze6SIQvTI/AAAAAAAABGw/W7xKAfaAAy0/s1600-h/JsJaUPO5Wqtz0qd95ciKeSQ4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Snze6SIQvTI/AAAAAAAABGw/W7xKAfaAAy0/s320/JsJaUPO5Wqtz0qd95ciKeSQ4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367409948799057202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Their joy is being who they are, not in being better than someone else.&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/2641091338742197343-5549745887219555098?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5549745887219555098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5549745887219555098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5549745887219555098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5549745887219555098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-of-high-self-esteem-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Snze6SIQvTI/AAAAAAAABGw/W7xKAfaAAy0/s72-c/JsJaUPO5Wqtz0qd95ciKeSQ4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2623198854828011349</id><published>2009-08-06T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:55:48.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;안뇽! There's something wrong with the korean keyboard :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2623198854828011349?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2623198854828011349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2623198854828011349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2623198854828011349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2623198854828011349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-want-rainbow-youve-got-to-put-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5388150852814085248</id><published>2009-08-06T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:19:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Snpe_ayCWMI/AAAAAAAABGo/dak9jLiDrfc/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQqsi08szueqHAHAio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Snpe_ayCWMI/AAAAAAAABGo/dak9jLiDrfc/s320/HA6EiTMtQqsi08szueqHAHAio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366706349579327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want cactus cookies and bloody mary.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lie in a field of grass, picturing clouds, flowers in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I want to draw pretty nice things with my feather pen and moleskine paper.&lt;br /&gt;I want daffodils on my bedside table when i wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance with the wind on my sundress and orange lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint my nails red.&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye all my clothes and rock the next party.&lt;br /&gt;I want to adopt a black cat and call him Cat Power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5388150852814085248?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5388150852814085248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5388150852814085248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5388150852814085248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5388150852814085248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/woman-without-love-wilts-like-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Snpe_ayCWMI/AAAAAAAABGo/dak9jLiDrfc/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQqsi08szueqHAHAio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5627267018051785365</id><published>2009-08-05T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:59:28.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you cus the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter.com/karencallora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5627267018051785365?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5627267018051785365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5627267018051785365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5627267018051785365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5627267018051785365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-with-glittering-eyes-whole-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7895104703967767645</id><published>2009-08-03T08:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:03:28.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;schreiben vorschau glockenspiel Worcestershire sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday - which means my awesome weekend with awesome people is over. Okay so i know I don't post pictures so much like i usually do but you're in for a rare treat today. Or maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DISNEY SING-ALONG MOVIE NIGHT/ MILK &amp;amp; COOKIES PAJAMA PARTY&lt;/span&gt; was legend.. wait for it.. DARY! It was the greatest slumber party i've been in. Everybody wore their jammies it was hilarious. We started at around 8 or 9 because Mikey took way too long but it was okay okay okay since we had a good time while waiting for him. First movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;. It was Mikey's only movie since he had to leave at 12. Next movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast&lt;/span&gt;. Porky sang his eyes out since it was his favorite Disney film. I was so sleepy but I had to toughen up. I don't wanna miss out in all the fun and be disappointed in myself when I wake up in the morning. Movie three, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt;. Then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulan&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha Porky hated it. But Lem love it so much we just had to watch it, plus the songs were good we cannot NOT sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mulan everybody just died, except for Ate Joy and Banana who were still up for another movie which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulan II&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if they were the only ones left since i was knocked out. I don't know what happened to Andene, i guess he left with Lem. Porky woke up with my butt on his face and I didn't get to attend school because of the party. Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up everybody were Facebooking their way through life. I was eating alien stick-os while Porky watched his childhood on a site. They were 80's cartoon intros and he suggested Chabby Singson and the Cobradours to play Jem and the Holograms. Then i brought the aliens to Banana's room and I watched The Weekenders with her and Carmico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE AWESOME PARENTS ARE HERE!..&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes. Suck on that. We were with Carmico and the Idle Hands happened which you don't have to know. Anyway when they arrived we had lunch at Don Hen, the one with the great servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Karen Callora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about your face. Sorry i got it all swollen and ugly and everything that's not good. Sorry for being so good that I just had to get inside you. Sorry your parents had to look like they were holding a balloon when they take pictures with you in it. I know you had a good time with me crawling my way inside your cold throat down to your, God knows where, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18" Bacon Cheese Burger pizza, Bacon Cheese french fries, Ribs and then some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat and that's not good. Not good at all. Look at me, I'M A BEAR my sisters love rubbing my tummy so much it hurts my feelings. Well anyway, we checked in in some hotel, 45 hotel then we shopped at SM until closing time then had coffee, cake and mango shake at Volante before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we checked out early. I bought hot choco at 7/11 then we had breakfast at Volante and waited for Banana cus she didn't sleep with us. They wrote me the same letter. After that we splurged. Like, i need a new cabinet for my new clothes. Then we checked in in a much much MUCH better and a much much MUCH expensive hotel, Microtel. We were with Mikey then. The room was great, there was this nook in the window and i was doing my "Drama Ala karaoke" in it. We had lunch at O'Mai Khan and had the best grilled seafood and banana cake ever, it'll make your eyes.. do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, flea market with the parents and Grocery shopping at SM. It was around 7 when Carmico was with us and I just had to remind him of Idle Hands. Then we went to our place to drop off the groceries then we went to the hotel and had Korean spicy noodles for dinner. Took loads of pictures with Carmico after that in the Drama ala karaoke nook. That was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are leaving after lunch :( I'm back to armpit farts, internet, facebook, sarcasm, coffee ice cream and dvds. I hope we'd eat at 50s diner since my mom hasn't tried it there yet plus i'm craving for some ice cream milk shake, burger and pork chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disney Movie Night is crossed out from the list. Next event, Musical Movie Night. Pictures someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-7895104703967767645?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7895104703967767645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7895104703967767645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7895104703967767645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7895104703967767645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-monday-which-means-my-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1033025110703404343</id><published>2009-07-31T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:01:11.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Babies have fingernails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care about the psycho thief anymore since she doesn't have any awesome friends who really really care about her. Thank you everyone who wrote a post about her. I feel the love. Soon we will gather and protest against plagiarism and blog printing, parading in cartoon t-shirts and armadillo printed underwears, waving rusty crowbars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night for now. Disney Movie Night/ Milk, Cookies and Feather boa Slumber Party ongoing. I'm here at Sta. Escolastica with Sta. Escolastica people: Porky, Lem, Andene, Nicky, Mikey, Carmico, Johndale, Ate Joy, and my sisters. Details tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1033025110703404343?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1033025110703404343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1033025110703404343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1033025110703404343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1033025110703404343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/babies-have-fingernails-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2051451630966844282</id><published>2009-07-30T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:30:39.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she's calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he's having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she's taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they're going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SnGgEB74HGI/AAAAAAAABGQ/fxjszuWyLQ4/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQqgfi3txW5ZYNaQco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SnGgEB74HGI/AAAAAAAABGQ/fxjszuWyLQ4/s320/HA6EiTMtQqgfi3txW5ZYNaQco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364244622274468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2051451630966844282?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2051451630966844282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2051451630966844282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2051451630966844282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2051451630966844282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-im-falling-asleep-and-shes-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SnGgEB74HGI/AAAAAAAABGQ/fxjszuWyLQ4/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQqgfi3txW5ZYNaQco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4710398305465973424</id><published>2009-07-30T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:22:14.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yes how do you like me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got so nasty and gruesome today she wrenched off a big, greasy guy's head? I did! Well, Jeff Hardy did. I played Wrestling today. It was the best game with controllers I had ever played in the entire macaroni casserole. It's awesome shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disney Sing-along, Milk and cookies, Pajama-feather boa party.&lt;/span&gt; I hope it's gonna be the highlight of my week. And i hope i won't kill the Disney joy by sleeping the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris Jericho and Inky's Haloveday!&lt;/span&gt; I actually suggested some things for their day but I won't spill cus I might spoil the surprise for Mikey. Anyway i was thinking I'd draw something for Mikey as a present. Plus plus plus,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my parents are gonna be here.&lt;/span&gt; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Roxanne's birthday&lt;/span&gt; and she's celebrating it here IN BAGUIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roux:&lt;/span&gt; heeeeey, and i need the five words thingy to describe me, i can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cray:&lt;/span&gt; Perky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cray: &lt;/span&gt;Responsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roux:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha i'm responsible? what a surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cray: &lt;/span&gt;Compared to your best friend, yeah you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roux:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha cuz ur a big-time procrastinator&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, i know i'm too awesome and i know you worship me too much and i despise that but i'm never leaving this blog just because i can't type anything anymore without having them stolen. You're too obvious. TOO OBVIOUS I TELL YOU! I could take a really really hot bath in my own blood right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write about you anymore nor will i ever make evil plans or imagine you being eaten by evil gerbils during my sleepless nights. I will just have to understand that you love me too much and there's nothing i can do about your being a copycat. It's your nature. I guess i have to apologize to you for being so awesome and brilliant and pretty and cool and (insert more of your thesaurus words here). And yes, i'm a GAJILLION times better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, the 'badmouthing about you' hole in my stomach is gonna explode right at your face, KRISHELLE SANDOVAL. This post is not even enough to explain how much I want to whack you with a shovel constantly and bury you alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is my last. When this post turns into the 5th recent post, you won't see your name ever again. Unless i really can't hold it much longer and still want to badmouth you 'til the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s Tumblr doesn't suit hungry-and-desperate-for-awesome-ideas pigs slash printer freaks like you. Everything there would just leave you in awe forever it's gonna be the death of you. You wouldn't even know Tumblr if it wasn't for me. Am I right or am I right?&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/2641091338742197343-4710398305465973424?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4710398305465973424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4710398305465973424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4710398305465973424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4710398305465973424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yes-how-do-you-like-me-now-guess-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-297066776011813618</id><published>2009-07-30T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:41:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I DESPERATELY want to do to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Get inside your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut you open and feed your guts to ninja ducks without having to touch them cus your guts are dirty disgusting awful grody hairy vile and any other thesaurus terms you use to make gross a big word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make you eat your vowels since you don't use them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make you realize you are you. And you die just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell David Betanahu to ask you to go out on a date and you die of embarrassment not because you've been asked on a date by a 10 year old old man, but because you're you. You die just by being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Record myself singing 'You steal awesome ideas, you should be in jail' in the tune of the Alphabet song, purposely out of tune and on repeat so you'll get pissed off, then you poke your nose with a pencil. Not only are you a loser but a loser who cannot smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tie you in a chair as Porky interrogates you in German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. TRY to sandwich you between Carrot Top's man boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make finger puppets of you and Pete Wentz then make you two kiss a passionate kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Let Nick Rivers chase you and blow ghastly pelvic powers at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Turn you into wax and form you as a flamingo. And yes, the flamingo is a million times more awesome than you, not that you're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Squeeze you inside Spice Girls lollipops so they would have you as gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Push you off a building and you break into awesome glass pieces that when put together would make an awesome statue of Karen Callora.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I would kill you with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Rusty cheese grater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lady Gaga's Kermit the frog-filled costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A pliers, a wrench and a screw driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A sledgehammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Karaoke machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A plastic flamingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Peanut butter fingers&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-297066776011813618?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/297066776011813618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=297066776011813618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/297066776011813618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/297066776011813618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-desperately-want-to-do-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7450033110803161478</id><published>2009-07-29T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:21:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes beef. I love beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm watching Chanel Chance again. Well, i'm about to actually and i have nothing more to say. Why do i even bother blogging everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna watch Orphan&lt;/span&gt; cus I wanna know what's wrong with Esther. Well of course I already know what's wrong with her, thank you Wikipedia. She's a 33-year old Russian psycho trapped in a 9 year old Russian girl's body. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rox and i talk.&lt;/span&gt; Of course we talk but we talked last night. She hated college and so was i about some other things and she wanted to go here so we could exchange pleasantries since we only have each other when it comes to disturbing and/or troubling shinanigens. She'll try to convince her mom to stay here during her weekends off and i told her to ask if she can transfer here instead since Manila is bull for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to South Korea next year.&lt;/span&gt; But only for a week or two though. But still it's gonna be so fun! I will raid their flea markets, play video games, look sophisticated enough to use my iTouch as a map, eat kimbap and breaded pork, take pictures, get my picture taken in a photo booth and sing korean karaoke songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marnee invited me to her Sweet 16&lt;/span&gt; in Cafe Balooga although i'm not sure i could really go cus our days off are not until the 2nd or 3rd week of August, also my parents are about to go here in Baguio so there's more chance that i couldn't go. Plus i don't want a drinking party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's about to explode. I don't know why, i haven't eaten anything anyway except for a very meaty dinner last night, Coffee ice cream, Kitkat and more. I am suffering from frozen fingers, rapid heartbeat due to nervousness, and an about to explode stomachache as i type and if i don't find ways to relieve myself, there's gonna be chunks of meat, itouch-flavored ice cream guts everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-7450033110803161478?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7450033110803161478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7450033110803161478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7450033110803161478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7450033110803161478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-what-beef-yes-beef.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8592329319784034762</id><published>2009-07-29T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:54:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sm-bHfEuQaI/AAAAAAAABGA/OGiXqOPTWvk/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQqe4qex0tSkPu5Zso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sm-bHfEuQaI/AAAAAAAABGA/OGiXqOPTWvk/s320/HA6EiTMtQqe4qex0tSkPu5Zso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363676234124247458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Though my jeans are too tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Don't feel like dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; And all this light is too bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Don't feel like shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Though this room is too small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I'd rather stand against the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8592329319784034762?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8592329319784034762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8592329319784034762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8592329319784034762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8592329319784034762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/though-my-jeans-are-too-tight-dont-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sm-bHfEuQaI/AAAAAAAABGA/OGiXqOPTWvk/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQqe4qex0tSkPu5Zso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-384203165437668471</id><published>2009-07-28T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:43:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Monday, you can hold your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Or Thursday - watch the walls instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's Friday, I'm inlove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-384203165437668471?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/384203165437668471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=384203165437668471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/384203165437668471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/384203165437668471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-you-can-hold-your-head-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4101918360572862542</id><published>2009-07-28T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:23:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's why i like Einstein so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm not into blogging anymore. I can't share what I love and hate, my musings, the things I badly want to do, my (in)significance in this sick sad world, everything. The blogging hole in my stomach just explodes. Kaput. I don't know maybe because I haven't done anything productive for the past 2 weeks or because i'm being robbed of my awesome ideas and then reconstructed like altered books. OH THE PAIN OF HAVING YOUR IDEAS BEING NEUTERED BY SOMEONE WITH A BAD NOSE JOB! But I still have to keep this blog until i find myself a new hobby. LivingSocial not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done the 2-things-I-have-to-do-to-get-through piece of apples. See. UNPRODUCTIVE. Oh and i'm trying not to curse anymore. The last time i cursed was yesterday at the movie theatre while we were watching Harry Potter. The movie wasn't that 'oh-dear-lord-i-want-to-be-a-wizard-and-use-magic-to-get-through-life' compared to the previous ones but it was okay. Sad though that Albus Dumbledore died. Curse you Snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really REALLY have to be interesting now so i'd get to enjoy my 2 pints of chocolate ice cream and Phoebe In Wonderland later. Oh and i'm fat. I know that people may like that and a few have been waiting for that to happen for 16 years, but i really don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4101918360572862542?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4101918360572862542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4101918360572862542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4101918360572862542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4101918360572862542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-why-i-like-einstein-so-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5967372156234210095</id><published>2009-07-25T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:38:36.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Smph_WRBRmI/AAAAAAAABFw/D7EwepMCOc0/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQq7zjwrgdc3dpbGWo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Smph_WRBRmI/AAAAAAAABFw/D7EwepMCOc0/s320/HA6EiTMtQq7zjwrgdc3dpbGWo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362206047274616418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you want to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it to all stop spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Perks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5967372156234210095?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5967372156234210095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5967372156234210095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5967372156234210095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5967372156234210095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-if-youve-ever-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Smph_WRBRmI/AAAAAAAABFw/D7EwepMCOc0/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQq7zjwrgdc3dpbGWo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2231398609294405719</id><published>2009-07-25T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:02:36.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sushi, tempura, ninja, revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of the clicking of my Doraemon purse and Bruno Coulais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the smell of wet towels and wild country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna dance the belly wearing nothing but oversized Power Rangers tshirt, cow underwear and flowers in my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something important today, just you know something i have to fix. Actually it's 2 things and i really have to do this fast so i wouldn't have to hold it up any longer. I just hope i'd get through it. So help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing except that i've been drowning myself with multiple pints of chocolate ice cream while watching movies/shows. Yesterday we had donuts and iced chocolate at Dunkin Donuts while playing with Chris Jericho, a toy figure Mikey gave me. Then we went to Ate Joy's place to use the net, watch movies, laugh and everything nice. That was it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will so do Machine Girl on you. I suddenly wanted to watch gore films. I want to question myself like how are they made? Were there fake exploded guts everywhere during the set? How could they possibly know that the human flesh looks like that (red jelly, pasta, beans and tomato sauce) when they're ripped into pieces? Those sort of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2231398609294405719?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2231398609294405719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2231398609294405719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2231398609294405719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2231398609294405719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/sushi-tempura-ninja-revenge-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3042969684110216970</id><published>2009-07-22T17:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:03:45.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sansoucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write a quick one. Light's owner may arrive soon IF he doesn't entertain himself with rocks shaped as aliens and question himself AGAIN about the crash in New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a salmon.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at you obsessed Tumblr people and stupid questions in Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;I am triangle. My body is not a body at all, more like a half-melted hourglass, i don't really know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch Roast Whale Season 4 where they shoot the entire episode in Area 51 (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave the country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch everything on my Movies To Watch File&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. See a doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Save up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Live with Roxanne in an apartment somewhere in Ontario and watch movies all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more I wanna's since i've been so unproductive lately. Tomorrow's Carmico and Banana's love day and i shall prepare a gift. Do you think i should make my own episode of The Retarded Hour to dedicate their loving schmove? Rama rama ding dong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3042969684110216970?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3042969684110216970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3042969684110216970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3042969684110216970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3042969684110216970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/sansoucci-i-have-to-make-this-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8778145681094405654</id><published>2009-07-21T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:52:14.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miles to go before i sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't you get it? You don't buy concert tickets on the day you kill yourself. You don't make plans for the future when you are not planning on having a future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SmU5UJsr_nI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yDD0V5h1XBE/s1600-h/01selector_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SmU5UJsr_nI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yDD0V5h1XBE/s320/01selector_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360753949817962098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am BLOWN AWAY by the looks of the iDevil. Sorry for the lack of pictures. I just think it's better without them since i've got a lot of them going on up there. But anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8778145681094405654?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8778145681094405654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8778145681094405654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8778145681094405654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8778145681094405654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-you-get-it-you-dont-buy-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SmU5UJsr_nI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yDD0V5h1XBE/s72-c/01selector_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5405216313421891495</id><published>2009-07-21T11:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:15:12.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apocalypse Hoboken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe there's actually a punk rock band named Apocalypse Hoboken? Well you should because there is. They even have a myspace and then i thought They're real! Alive and kicking. I think they scare the sweet bejesus out of me but i downloaded one of their songs Sweet Transvestite which was included in the soundtrack of Rocky Horror Picture Show. To sum it all up i found 'an-almost-okay-song-if-it-wasn't-from-a-creepy-band-but-i-wouldn't-really-judge-based-on-their-band-name' song from a movie I wanted to watch with my sister long ago by simply searching for weird band names on the Internet. Well their name is not that awful compared to the other bands i've read like for example Moby Grape, Be Your Own Pet, Ozzy Beard Spaghetti and unfortunately, Willie Nelson Mandela. Anyway i wasn't here to talk about silly hoboken over there and i'm basically wasting my 15 minutes out of one hour writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's our exam and i feel like i haven't learned anything since the first time i ever got here. Honestly, I learn more from Juno. I feel so homesick like i wanted to watch the best show aired in planet Earth on our big flat tv while having junk food, you know. Like i don't care if i get so fat that i deserve all the spew i spewed about fat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to talk to Roxanne yesterday and i'm filling her in for her unupdated blog. She's in the hospital and the nurse found a blade on her bed which made them call a nun to make her confess which i think is really creepy and also cool that she gets to encounter a nun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like get acquainted with an actual nun.&lt;/span&gt; Then she made me choose between iDevil or iAngel, or if i prefer Emotion earphones instead. We also planned on going out of the country for a week, right after she finish saving up for an iTouch hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things. Just things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Facebook thinks I'll be an ancient hippie when i grow up who shoots Christmas and there's this guy who ate a cat-chewed HAIRBALL cus he thought it was a TOMATO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I might go to Ate Joy's and watch The OC plus i have to make her watch the 'Itz heartbreaking...' video on Facebook wherein I cried. I'm telling you, I CRIED which i don't do during movies and my sisters teased me for being a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We're watching the greatest show on Earth cus Mikey might let us borrow his dvd player later. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I look like a roll on deodorant with these big internet shop headphones on. Don't even try to imagine what i look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had organized my iTouch Calendar and Contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will organize my USB now and make a Princess Diane Arrogance File wherein i write all the ugly group message (any kind of message) which i think, well not just what I think, sounds arrogant but somewhat funny if you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing gerbils in my stomach so i must eat and go find a doctor right after the last thing i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bellacullen17 &lt;/span&gt;on Livejournal for uploading those songs i asked you to upload. I owe you a cake of banana slow motion :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5405216313421891495?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5405216313421891495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5405216313421891495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5405216313421891495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5405216313421891495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/apocalypse-hoboken-can-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5957738976751668927</id><published>2009-07-20T10:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:00:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;jimmy on a bun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness hello. I have terrible news: &lt;em&gt;I'm back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is for a fact terrible not just because i'm back in school with all this swine flu prevention going, that's just part of the many reasons, but also because my other sister which i was suppose to watch movies with to keep me company during tough times, and those tough times include school, not knowing where to go, not knowing where to eat, eating more, getting fat, still eating because of the terrible things going around, running out of money because of eating, buying things i don't really need or things i do need to make me feel good about myself including eyeliner, eye curler, mascara and plain white tshirts, is not here IN BAGUIO with us. I need to catch my cyber breath first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway bringing up my terrible news, i'm back to paying for the internet and back to saving money which i'm not good at. So to make me feel less miserable i'm going to tell you things that doesn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my weekend of family awesomeness. Last Friday we had lunch at Meat Plus. I ate a lot which i don't really do a lot at Meat Plus because they do have great servings. I spew a lot of 'which' nowadays. So anyway, after that we went grocery shopping for food which we all consumed not more than 2 days. Then had coffee and cake at Starbucks as if we don't drink that much coffee at home or have different types of coffee displayed in our kitchen cabinet. Then we sang our ugly faces off. I could sing again but it's hard for me to sing all phlegmy, yknow but I SANG THE BEST SONG YOU COULD EVER EVER SING IN THE KARAOKE, Cartoon Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i've been reading the sequel now and right now, while i'm actually typing these words with my miserable fingers, i am reading THE SALVATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These add up to the not miserable hole on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max:&lt;/strong&gt; You can't compare The Matrix to Crouching Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael:&lt;/strong&gt; Crappy Tiger is a chick flick with kung-fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max:&lt;/strong&gt; First of all, Crappy... Crouching Tiger is actually about something. Love. Honor. Trust. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael:&lt;/strong&gt; Matrix is about something. Illusion, reality, gunfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max:&lt;/strong&gt; You simply can't prefer Keanu Reeves to Michelle Yeoh. You can't... I won't let you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that surely doesn't suck about where i'm at:&lt;br /&gt;1. hot chocolate from 7/11 which i'll probably be getting later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. awesome people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the fact that i'm saving up to make Korea a possibility (yeah, saving up, like that'll happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mom's about to come home and spend the rest of her two weeks here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. speaker, but without the connector so i still have to consult ACE later to buy us some. Did i tell you i suck at saving money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Harry Potter and the missing dentures. If this was an actual movie, it will surely suck but i just can't recall what the whole Harry Potter title was. All i know is it's part 6 i'm not a real big fan of Harry like my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The sequel, the playlist and the dvd. I hope we can borrow Mikey's portable dvd player so i can watch this show, which i don't plan on sharing, i got sucked into again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We have this future house called Cathy and i get to have the whole attic. Of course it'll be creepy but isn't it cool that i have the whole floor for myself. Unfortunately i have to use the stairs for the bathroom cus Inky Shminky thinks having my own toilet would be a waste :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to find a new doctor who specializes on bones, i forgot what they're called. My back hurts a couple of times. Like hurt hurt. Not the usual 'just-massage-it-it'll-be-gone-but-you're-not-really-allowed-to-massage-it-so-just-leave-it-it'll-be-gone hurt. Sooner or later my back will blast off. Just twig-like bones everywhere on the floor. Everything explodes. Of course i die so even if it's unlikely to happen i still need to find myself a new doctor AS SOON AS POSSIBLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5957738976751668927?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5957738976751668927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5957738976751668927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5957738976751668927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5957738976751668927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-goodness-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6968786010000797781</id><published>2009-07-15T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:45:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So guess what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People: What? We don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat Slash in Guitar Hero Hahlegends of Rock! Am i awesome or am i awesome? I've been rocking since yesterday and finished 31 fantastic songs. So I got into it that I made a Guitar Hero playlist on my iTouch so i decided to skip everything and go out since I thought that it's a week day, there are plenty of people walking the streets of Magsaysay that I could talk to while i'm still here plus I could pretend a catwalk with the playlist as the background music. I stayed in Mehaky for HOURS mind you waiting for certain people to atleast text me so I could go socialize or EAT for chrissake i was so hungry! I pretended happy dancing around Mehaky so I could hide the agony of spending my money which wasn't that much rather than staying at home rocking Guitar Hero, beating Tom whats-his-last-name eating a multitude of junk food and such. Oh the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at 7 anyway. Ate a hotdog at 7/11, where i usually eat when i was still in high school, while the 'songs to keep me awake' plays. I felt bad and walked around after i finished my food, savoring my 'everything nice' playlist. I went home around 8? Played Guitar Hero and that's when I got inside Slash's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i still can't sing cus my throat is still phlegmy. My sister's home and i can't invite her for a 'Cartoon Heroes' and 'I Will Survive' sing-a-long. I don't know maybe we'll just watch Les Choristes again or i might go out again if it doesn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint It Black is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm that's funny. I thought i saw someone went inside my parent's bedroom but there's no one there. Must be Lou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6968786010000797781?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6968786010000797781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6968786010000797781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6968786010000797781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6968786010000797781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-guess-what-people-what-we-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4986672847175963804</id><published>2009-07-13T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:34:59.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do epic stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard? I'm getting fat like i actually had breakfast AND lunch as two separate meals and went grocery shopping for more food. We had the veggie meat for lunch so i didn't get to enjoy it that much because i'm not a big fan of the soaked cutlet meat. Another thing was it was matched with red rice! I know together they work as muscle building, strength producing whatsoever but i just couldn't take both of them at the same time that's like depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i watched Roswell today after the blackout and i'm starting to get into it again that i decided to read the sequel after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guitar Hero thing's tomorrow cus my dad left the plug that is suppose to be plugged somewhere at Mehaky so i still have a day to prepare for my good if not great moves. Plus i have to download Laurel Canyon soundtrack and these mix tapes i found in Livejournal so bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4986672847175963804?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4986672847175963804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4986672847175963804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4986672847175963804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4986672847175963804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-heard-im-getting-fat-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1783945273063819654</id><published>2009-07-12T22:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:27:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i'm ending my day with this picture of someone from this-site-i-won't-dare-share-cuz-you-might-take-a-look-at-its-obvious-awesomeness-and-tell-the-whole-world-how-awesome-it-is-and-won't-even-acknowledge-the-awesome-person-who-shared-it-with-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/4769/sdysolkxxpqlin6t5yguvtm.jpg" alt="." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway why the bananas are there people being fans of Yakult on Facebook? Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1783945273063819654?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1783945273063819654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1783945273063819654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1783945273063819654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1783945273063819654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-im-ending-my-day-with-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-268710425971580941</id><published>2009-07-12T17:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:06:51.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened over the weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I called out for Centeno and he walked towards me when I noticed a bulge under his chin. He looked like witches on movies with a strand of hair on them. What is that i asked myself, not making him realize that I was staring at his face, i mean chin because that would be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I saw Arvin who apparently gained weight cus of smoking 20 sticks of cigarette a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I barged in on Deljan's house with Anjeneth to eat bread a la pizza or whatever. Unfortunately it was bad timing cus something personal was going on. I felt bad for his uncle though cus he was unexpectedly suffering too much and it was a good thing Deljan's family was supportive enough and cared so much for him. And I, being someone who pities everything, even prayed for them haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I lost Wolverine's hair. I can't find it in my purse with my medicines where it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My sister's sick and I am her awesome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonne&lt;/span&gt; meaning i have to stay up late so I could wake her up at 2am for her meds, eat up her grapes because she doesn't want any and make my hands smell sacred. My cousins were here earlier and they cooked dinner for us! It was cool cus I made them watch Les Choristes which made the hairs on their skin stand on its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My cousins copied the whole Retarded Hour and we downloaded the Evion commercial which was an editted video of babies rollerskating. It was so hilarious. I just hope my cousins would skip the Action League episode to save them from boredom haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Rox's post about the ugly douche bag i decided not to blog about her anymore. FOREVER. Every day. Remind me not to atleast haha. This would be my last and I'm warning her, she should not feel happy about it cus it would make her less special. I did like it that she felt guilty and started closing down her blog, inviting only those who are interested in her douchebaggery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Guitar Hero. Get ready for my awesome moves people of the world. Plus, flea market. Im gonna get myself a pink feather boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo mama so fat she sat on a dollar and squeezed a booger out of George Washington's nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-268710425971580941?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/268710425971580941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=268710425971580941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/268710425971580941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/268710425971580941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happened-over-weekend-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4828374882978973146</id><published>2009-07-11T13:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:01:18.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red cockeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want chicken thighs as huge as my sister's chicken castanets with lots and lots of gravy, sided with mashed potato and a mountain of rice with gravy sauce all over. I want spicy chicken wings with lots of spicy whatever which would require me a Muscolo glass of Coca-Cola. I want calzone. The special one this time, with plenty of cheese on the inside, double pepperoni like Xtremely's, olives, and more cheese. I want McDonald's. I've been craving for Monster fries ever since I got home. I also want chocolate sundae with that and chicken nuggets and...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be able to meet up with Alex today but she asked me to go to her school on Monday so we could eat somewhere. So I guess I end up with the douche bag. Or maybe Ramona is free today but I can't contact her on the phone. Good thing Charmaine's back cause we're gonna hang out latah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke by the way. Why? Cause I paid for my fare when I was not suppose to, that's why. Now i wouldn't get to purchase that Superman t-shirt i've been longing to buy while I'm here. I ran out of 600 just for 1 day before I left Baguio. Uhh why is that again? I can't even remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm gonna be rich. I have no idea how but I will be. If i'm rich the first thing i'm gonna do is get my sister a subscription to Nylon and buy myself some new money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i have a new favorite pen yes oh yes, well besides gtech cuz gtech IS THE GOOD IN EVERYTHING hells yeah but i think Papermate Kilometrico Ultrafine is also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch a magic show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4828374882978973146?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4828374882978973146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4828374882978973146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4828374882978973146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4828374882978973146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-chicken-thighs-as-huge-as-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1927235746906186706</id><published>2009-07-11T10:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:29:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dadidaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed in to distort your face and put you in a diaper detail. You finally decided to use Bienvenue too huh. Plus, if you don't care about what you blog, why the applesauce would you blog at all? I know you'll be reading this anyway and the next time you do, your name would be my post signatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, making The Virgin Suicides your favorite movie and buying Jerry Spinelli's Stargirl and Neil Gaiman's  The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish won't make you less of an arsehole and wearing the exact vest won't make you a Roxanne. Screw you. Go grow glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy sisiws? How poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;enough, I would have to keep the rest to myself. xDD&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, you do that lah. Keep everythangg to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="display: none;"&gt;Twittered up.&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Imitation is the highest form of flattery." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well i hope you're flattered enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1927235746906186706?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1927235746906186706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1927235746906186706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1927235746906186706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1927235746906186706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/dadidaah-i-just-signed-in-to-distort.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5103276520119469063</id><published>2009-07-11T07:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:59:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make love not horcruxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout, finally.&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a clean layout but I just can't bring myself to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my growing nails are dirty. I don't recall scratching Jaesonne's neck. So i must clean myself and my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaah. I might change my mind, redo everything then revert my layout back to classic template so i could go find another premade layout. But whatever you know. I won't waste time for this. So do you like it, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go visit a local flea market now and go buy myself Holga cameras (if i can find one here in Gapo), or better yet i'll just wait til i get to Baguio so i could get my hands on them and clean my nails first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Happy Birthday Carmico Anacin! I wish for you strong bones. And may you feed us with more music, spaghetti and downloads. Plus more projects for us! I hope you're done rehearsing your part in our Sweeney Todd duet by now :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I want silver glitter nailpolish and black eyeshadow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5103276520119469063?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5103276520119469063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5103276520119469063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5103276520119469063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5103276520119469063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-changed-my-layout-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1824826857203825413</id><published>2009-07-11T06:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:58:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I wrote a decent post. Anyway, i'm here in Gapo everybody, with my sister and soon, maybe next week, my other sister will join us here. At this very moment, i'm downloading Ben by Michael Jackson after eating at 50s diner while the song plays. So yeah, we're here in Gapo for 10 days because of the swine flu which i think i have because i still have ett and i haven't consulted any doctor, and i'm growing my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might see Alex today so I could raid her iTunes and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully &lt;/span&gt;we could watch movies. I like it better when she lives near Mehaky rather than in Bataan, i mean why Bataan? Now there's like a 50/50 chance she's not going to be able to be there, i don't know, somewhere where we could chill. If she still lives in Fendler, we can watch as many movies as we can for the love of feet. If there's no other way to be with Alex today, i have to take the other option, which is Anjeneth. Yes cause Flyleaf is so much better than Does It Offend You, Yeah? and Wowowee is waaay more entertaining than Skins :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived yesterday around 9am, ate at Xtremely Xpresso and I watched the best movie ever, currently. I include it to my most favoritest movie file, still nothing could beat The Virgin Suicides, Amelie and Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist that I have been watching in Baguio for 5 consecutive times. I even helped them deliver their lines. Hahaha so the movie was Les Choristes. It's French, obviously. It's about kids and singing and kids growing up in a windowless hellhole. I wouldn't tell you to watch it cuz you might steal it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later, okay? In the meantime i'm gonna change my layout and download songs. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1824826857203825413?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1824826857203825413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1824826857203825413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1824826857203825413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1824826857203825413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long-time-since-i-wrote-decent.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1279872870369747510</id><published>2009-07-05T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:18:47.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stumbling upon free DS Rom downloads, I found a game called Nervous Brickdown. Hahahaha this is my cyber laugh, people whilst in reality, i am so sad to be leaving tomorrow. What? This place is so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shallow. Shallow, i tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1279872870369747510?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1279872870369747510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1279872870369747510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1279872870369747510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1279872870369747510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/stumbling-upon-free-ds-rom-downloads-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2070192471467642019</id><published>2009-07-04T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:23:18.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sk8hE50OGGI/AAAAAAAABDY/RO2ypf8K6zA/s1600-h/wj9Eqnxmgltzl3dsN1MaaZ7No1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sk8hE50OGGI/AAAAAAAABDY/RO2ypf8K6zA/s320/wj9Eqnxmgltzl3dsN1MaaZ7No1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354534850089850978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello Olongapoooooo :) Although i'm only here for 2 and a half days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have the mighty flu so I had to stay home. We went out today, had lunch at Yellowcab and bought food at Traders. I haven't done much. I was suppose to not sleep yesterday but I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I have nothing to say yet so i will enjoy my bank of cry baby gum balls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2070192471467642019?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2070192471467642019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2070192471467642019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2070192471467642019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2070192471467642019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-hello-olongapoooooo-although-im-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sk8hE50OGGI/AAAAAAAABDY/RO2ypf8K6zA/s72-c/wj9Eqnxmgltzl3dsN1MaaZ7No1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3388912685677052802</id><published>2009-07-01T09:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:19:28.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told you I was gonna regret posting that video so i deleted it anyway, plus it doesn't have any audio since YouTube disabled it. For the first time I ever uploaded a video in that site or the first time i ever did uploaded a video, it let me down. Great first impression YouTube. Just great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have really nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess blogging everyday can be so boring coz I'm running out of words and stories to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..Well, uh. Michael Jackson died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of a cardiac arrest!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can't believe people are being mucho gayo only appreciating his songs now that he's all rotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the plus side, Mikey gave me an Incredible Hulk comic book when I bumped into him this morning. INCREDIBLE HULK is he a man or a monster? .. OR IS HE BOTH? Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've nothing to tell you people besides i'm making a new email. I'm gonna make sure it works, like really work, this time. Not just for Facebook and spams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The swine flu made its way to my school. The thing i've dreaded the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are people who have them already so I have to stay away from some of them. I hope the school would give away free face mask or something. I think that'd be cool if all of us were to wear them at all costs. That would be our uniform! Instead of skirts and blouses and neckties, we'd wear face masks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope my sister would get all scared about it so she'd look funny and start telling people to stay away and be aware at our new episodes of The Retarded Hour. That is if we'd ever make one EVER AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3388912685677052802?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3388912685677052802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3388912685677052802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3388912685677052802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3388912685677052802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-told-you-i-was-gonna-regret-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-952394273439607554</id><published>2009-06-29T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:34:43.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygosh Michael Jackson died??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkhgUD_qjNI/AAAAAAAABDI/G6Gn38Bq7XA/s1600-h/Jc7fJUObWp9sfn5z8nbJmQKNo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 412px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkhgUD_qjNI/AAAAAAAABDI/G6Gn38Bq7XA/s320/Jc7fJUObWp9sfn5z8nbJmQKNo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352634054915820754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s I was just kidding. I found out sooner than you did for your information &gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-952394273439607554?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/952394273439607554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=952394273439607554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/952394273439607554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/952394273439607554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmygosh-michael-jackson-died-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkhgUD_qjNI/AAAAAAAABDI/G6Gn38Bq7XA/s72-c/Jc7fJUObWp9sfn5z8nbJmQKNo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6946030223275073960</id><published>2009-06-29T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:23:27.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Skhco0sedBI/AAAAAAAABC4/n77PBjQMSrM/s1600-h/VqaWjm24Gp5wigyv2YLs0SrEo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Skhco0sedBI/AAAAAAAABC4/n77PBjQMSrM/s320/VqaWjm24Gp5wigyv2YLs0SrEo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352630013539546130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i changed into another crappy pc with no headphones now. Anyway, for news news and more news i found out recently or not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agyness Deyn is planning to quit modelling, people. She said that she gets bored of the everyday photo shoots and wants to pursue an acting career for British films in the UK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ellen Page is going to be the next Jane Eyre. Were there previous Jane Eyres?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm changing my layout. Not very hot on the hot news scale haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's it for now. I overblogged already :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6946030223275073960?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6946030223275073960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6946030223275073960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6946030223275073960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6946030223275073960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-so-i-changed-into-another-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Skhco0sedBI/AAAAAAAABC4/n77PBjQMSrM/s72-c/VqaWjm24Gp5wigyv2YLs0SrEo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1433859995931867781</id><published>2009-06-29T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:56:53.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day my classmate was the "class facilitator" in Theology ( i know right, class facilitator) and she doesn't have any idea what she's talking about like everything's coming out like word vomit. And so the teacher was trying to stop her coz she doesn't makes sense anymore and i strongly agree that I was even telling her to stop reading her book which is not much help and start referring to the notes she was asked to write the day before. The teacher got pissed off, she got pissed off. In conclusion, everybody's pissed. I'm not really trying to tell you something. I just don't have anything good to fill myself in while I wait for YouTube to upload my video but it seems like something's really wrong about the uploader so i better go ask the facilitator of this place so I could move to a better pc. Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1433859995931867781?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1433859995931867781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1433859995931867781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1433859995931867781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1433859995931867781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-day-my-classmate-was-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7465741796380284571</id><published>2009-06-29T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:44:40.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes i'm going home next week and it's such a relief, i mean i don't even feel sad or anything coz I have something to look forward to although i'm still not sure and I promised for about a million times that I won't say anything about me going home for a while. Here are the things I recently found out and hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah's in England then Scotland so I might not get to hang out with her after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lauren's in LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ate Patricia text messaged me about not being able to hang out and I feel completely bad that I didn't get to carve time for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am forced to switch to Globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am against the red-pink matching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make a list of what to do once I'm sure that I can go home this weekend, a really long list of things to do that will take me more than a weekend to finish. I even promised myself not sleeping for the weekend just so I could do anything I want at home during the days I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, updates about Baguiooooo and school, yesterday we made a video, an appalling one which I regret doing but not really regret since it's, maybe 5 times better than we usually do in The Retarded Hour, which by the way we still haven't finished 'capturing' if that's what it's called. We finished the 3 week laundry and cooked, COOKED mind you, for brunch which was my specialty, corned beef! :) I will never be a good wife I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice is my vice. I cannot NOT eat Voice atleast once a day. Orange tic-tacs are better eh. Also i'm downloading songs again cuz when I get home I have to make sure my iPod is packed with good music when I get back, plus i really need Alex and them others' good music ideas cuz I really loathe emo/screamo, metal or anything related to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkhhZmGZsYI/AAAAAAAABDQ/hhyAB0t_HHI/s1600-h/Wendy_and_lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkhhZmGZsYI/AAAAAAAABDQ/hhyAB0t_HHI/s320/Wendy_and_lucy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352635249481855362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy And Lucy&lt;/span&gt;? It's an independent film starring Michelle Williams (Wendy) and her dog (Lucy). She was hoping she could lead a better life in Alaska. Unfortunately, things kept crashing like her car went missing or wasn't functioning, she had to steal dog food and encounters the worst setback which was losing her dog. Watch ettt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go be interesting now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-7465741796380284571?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7465741796380284571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7465741796380284571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7465741796380284571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7465741796380284571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-im-going-home-next-week-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkhhZmGZsYI/AAAAAAAABDQ/hhyAB0t_HHI/s72-c/Wendy_and_lucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6181713664034310762</id><published>2009-06-28T07:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:36:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up. It's 7:53 in the morning and there's still wifi. Inky greeted me a welcoming wake up message: Let's go home, were still gonna do laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6181713664034310762?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6181713664034310762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6181713664034310762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6181713664034310762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6181713664034310762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4622369668342919015</id><published>2009-06-27T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:01:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I love? Gravy. So I'm gonna tell you something about this saucy perfection before I dose off. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gravy can be a substitute for water.&lt;/span&gt; Yes that's how essential gravy is for me. Also i could make use of it to dip items such as chicken of course, fish, meat, apples, strawberries and the like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4622369668342919015?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4622369668342919015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4622369668342919015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4622369668342919015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4622369668342919015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-what-i-love-gravy.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1825176996555069531</id><published>2009-06-27T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:11:28.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand Twitter and I have no intention of making one. Someone from my old blog commented on my tagboard and told me to make one. I don't think people would want to know if you purposely inserted vegetable between your two front teeth an hour ago, ate sushi, took a bath, blinked, made fun of someone, had ham for breakfast or watched porn you know. I'm sorry i despise Twitter but everyone have something they loathe so much right? Like for example my sister, Hanna, hates tapioca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1825176996555069531?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1825176996555069531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1825176996555069531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1825176996555069531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1825176996555069531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-understand-twitter-and-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3339978120450751256</id><published>2009-06-27T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:16:14.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God it's been so boring. Whatever it takes I'm going home this week and brush my teeth singing 28 happy birthdays this time. Nothings new really. I'm just so bored and I have no idea where the others are, and by others i mean my sisters, Ogenki, Mikey, Ate Joy, Lemon, Carmico and Kuya Dale. Last night Kuya Dale almost wanted to kill me cuz I was spoiling the movie (Transformers) for them. Haha they've been depressed cuz they haven't seen the movie yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought this would be the most awesome post i've ever written, a blackout happened. So i took a taxi all the way here in Scholastica and luckily there's a connection. Anyway, i went window shopping at flea markets again today. My objective was to find authentic Chanel or not Chanel chain bags. I found three! The first one was an authentic Chanel which, yesterday cost 680 and now cost 450 when i covered the Chanel symbol. The second one cost from 280 to 150 only but it wasn't Chanel though. The third one cost 12,000!!! I left the place as soon as i found out the price. So i'm making a list of what good things i would put in my sacred chain bag when i buy one tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPod touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my pocket mirror from Connecticut, US which people i know wouldn't believe I would have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- digital camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sunnies, the coolest one i own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and the izone polaroid camera i'll also be buying tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat Dennings is so awesome. She's one of the greatest people I love, excluding everyone who knows me or people who are not famous enoughto be loved. I'm starting to hate blogging through my iTouch. I don't know i'm not very comfortable but whatever. I had a manicure treatment from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was random. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3339978120450751256?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3339978120450751256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3339978120450751256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3339978120450751256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3339978120450751256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-its-been-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7602766132681860556</id><published>2009-06-26T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:37:34.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hi. Sorry for not updating yesterday. I didn't have any money. I swear i was so broke i even borrowed 14 pesos just for fare but i made up for it today. Okay so yesterday i didn't expect that it would rain so hard that i even brought sunnies and wore only two layers of clothing. Well, here in Baguio you have to atleast wear not less than 3 layers of clothes. Anyway i was suppose to get my allowance my dad sent us but M Lhuiller or something didn't have a connection at around 2 so i waited until my sister was dismissed. I almost slept at the lobby! Good thing Mickey picked me up around 3 and we went around the UB cafeteria and had hot choco and chocolates at 7/11 to kill time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to SM so we could watch Transformers! Yay! But the movies not until 6:30 so we went to Booksale first and i bought 3 books, which I'm proud of, and we had dinner at the food court. The movie was great although i slept at certain parts. We went straight home afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a recitation in Theology but my teacher was stupid enough to tell me to sit down when i asked him to repeat the question. I made a new leather jacket friend from Algebra class and made fun of Ra. Hahaha after class i went on a shopping spree at the flea market unexpextedly. I was only suppose to buy perfume at Porta vaga. Then i went to SM where my sister and Mikey were at, after shopping for almost 4 hours. Went to Fiorgelato then McDo then went flea shopping again with my sister. Then We went back to SLU to go online but we left when Mikey, Mark and Marvin arrived. We went to SM again then we waited for Mico and my other sister and i had dinner at Mcdo again. My mom called and i told her that i planned on going back to Gapo next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping here at Sta. Scholastica and Porky's humping my bed. Since Mikey borrowed my Supernatural dvd, we planned on watching The Rocker instead. Details tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have you guys heard of Meat Magic? My sister said it's not real meat but tasted just the same. I strongly disagree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-7602766132681860556?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7602766132681860556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7602766132681860556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7602766132681860556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7602766132681860556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6572748605673226521</id><published>2009-06-24T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:19:07.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkF--YZycyI/AAAAAAAABCw/zpL_lEwQ3rA/s1600-h/JyF6rJX7ioiexmml5Zv7cX4So1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350697442460463906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkF--YZycyI/AAAAAAAABCw/zpL_lEwQ3rA/s320/JyF6rJX7ioiexmml5Zv7cX4So1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;flavored honey, tinted glass, white towels, black tea, comforters, Winnie The Pooh, Chocolate covered Strawberries, Staying up late, Taking pictures, The Pillsbury Dough Boy, Anne Sexton, Going to Summer Camp, sewing, chase, Knowing what someone is going to say before they say it, not knowing what someone is going to say until after they say it, hide and seek, listening to somebody talk about her feminist art history teacher, converse, Kirsten Dunst, anything to do with monsters under beds, long car rides, frozen yogurt, nail polish in red, yellow, and dark blue, daisies, daisy chains, poetry, thunder storms, falling asleep in the car with my head on someone elses shoulder, my birthday, hugs, orange juice, the beach, quiet, and the occasional dancing to a selection of horrible music with people I barely know, chocolate chip pancakes, chalk, swingsets, sister, thunderstorms, carousels, flower crowns, carnivals, trampolines, tiedye, fireworks, cookie dough, british accents, polaroid film, stained glass windows, the feeling of taking my socks off and sliding my feet between the sheets, words, paintbrushes, glow in the dark stars&lt;br /&gt;Cereal, rainbows, haircuts, cuddles, evenings, musicals, hugs, boy-smiles, taking pictures that come out right, plane flights, new dresses, red heads, laughing, when people complement you, film pictures, old cameras, pearls, kitties, blue sky patches, rainbow flares on photographs, milk and biscuits before bed, honey and bread, macaroni cheese, fish and chips from-a-shop, strawberry tarts, apples, parties, sleeping somewhere else, jazz music, piano music, perfume testers, nail varnish, england, france, platinum blondes, new books, sitcoms, full moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty music, baths and bathtubs, trees, tree and leaf shadows, whales, bears, animals!, my collection of diaires, bookstores, neverland, imaginary gardens, my sister’s drawings, finding treasures in thrift stores, sparkles and glitter, eye contact and smile with a very nice boy, california breeze, driving at night, sitting at the beach alone, nature nature nature, daydreams &amp;amp; nightdreams, heartfelt conversations, laughter, tiramisu, teacups, and dreamy tea, chalk art, nice hands, nail polish, reading books, being creative and not productive, butterflies in my stomach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gigs, living and loving life, red lipstick, cheapass beer, popart, nights out, cutting up magazines, staring at flickering lights, long car rides, hearts, holding hands, dirty rock n roll, all night movie sessions, hidden messages, whispers, sleeping underneath the stars, french kisses, making up imaginary conversations, private jokes, smokey venues, love/hate relationships, fashion magazines, accents, cherry red nails, loveletters, rocknroll lifestyles, not believing reality, scandinavian movies, journaling, daydreams and dancefloors full of pretty people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning , the evening,the night, the sea in the evening, the coffee with a cigarette,the tea, my moleskine left on my bed, shooting a gig with my analog camera, starting a new roll, the english accent, english accent of somebody speaking french , bear, uncommon people, when you see somebody in the street gently smiling at you god-knows-why (often 40 year old women,huh), mango ice cream with yoghourt ice cream, wind, storm, sun, big lightenings and rain when i’m at home, emails, mail, magazines in my mailbox,letters and postcards, watching the sun rise during an early car ride while listening to some good songs, velvet underground, going out of the cinema with a stupid smile because of the film, cats, rabbits, tiny birds looking funny all the time, and cheese cake, candles, a white bed with fresh white sheets, michel gondry, flea markets, street happenings, watching stupid tv shows on summertime when i have nothing left to do, fresh milk in the morning, accidental lense flare on a picture, second hand clothes , boots, gigs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever makes me happy :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6572748605673226521?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6572748605673226521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6572748605673226521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6572748605673226521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6572748605673226521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/flavored-honey-tinted-glass-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkF--YZycyI/AAAAAAAABCw/zpL_lEwQ3rA/s72-c/JyF6rJX7ioiexmml5Zv7cX4So1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1989321286635126263</id><published>2009-06-24T07:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:12:20.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm late in Theology for 25 minutes or even more that I decided to go online so I could sleep all the way later. Just got back from that ABS-CBN thing. It was such a horrific moment of my life that I wanted a Castiel to grip me tight and save me from perdition. We sang &lt;em&gt;Best Days&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Don't Worry Baby&lt;/em&gt; so most of the verses were rendered by me so the camera had to point to my face! I wish I had done the Nobu face instead when I was about to burst into laughter. Mico was with us and it was unfair that he doesn't have to put on make-up. My sister said it was aired only here and other towns in the region so it's good that my friends and family wouldn't or didn't get to watch us in Gapo. We're watching Transformers later! It was the only thing were looking forward to this day since it started with an embarrassing morning. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350679053945285218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkFuQB2IKmI/AAAAAAAABCo/qEf_5dJ9700/s320/HA6EiTMtQo5w5v2ck4tNlvjto1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I won't have to say I want to go home cuz y'all know I desperately want to and I won't say anything about when to leave cuz it always gets postponed anyway but my allowance is tomorrow so I have to satisfy myself by window-shopping, shopping, grocery shopping, and hotdog with bacons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. the image above says "Turn off the TV, live your life."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1989321286635126263?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1989321286635126263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1989321286635126263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1989321286635126263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1989321286635126263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-late-in-theology-for-25-minutes-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkFuQB2IKmI/AAAAAAAABCo/qEf_5dJ9700/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQo5w5v2ck4tNlvjto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2819169869664782837</id><published>2009-06-23T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:49:39.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/5330/n8242731374019425751679.jpg' border='0' alt='Aliens Killed The Beef Killed The President'/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this late update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2819169869664782837?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2819169869664782837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2819169869664782837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2819169869664782837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2819169869664782837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-for-this-late-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6357846319947756976</id><published>2009-06-23T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:57:55.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SkBSYA3migI/AAAAAAAABCg/L6EVPQYeMDQ/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQp0vz1cnocBFRlw9o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350366929819699714" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Anyway we had the Human Sciences orientation for the freshmen today and it lasted for almost 5 hours. It was fun considering that they were asking students to perform if they wanted to and there were so many homosexuals which made it even more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i bought a book by Jessica Zafra, which i've read two incomplete times before, that i decided to buy atleast one book each time my dad sends my allowance. I realized that I haven't read any book for a long time and that I just have to start reading somewhere again as soon as possible. I decided to not neglect my blog too. I mean a 10 peso worth internet would be enough for me to say what happened each day even though it wasn't that much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also left after we had food at Bliss. He enjoyed it there especially the food that you don't have to ask what's in it, the place, the artworks and our company of course. I hope he would visit us here again with the mother soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd tomorrow, yet i haven't really asked my sister about it, we were ask to sing on ABS-CBN Baguio at 5:30 for their morning show. I didn't even know ABS-CBN Baguio ever existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5939289602389773262?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5939289602389773262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5939289602389773262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5939289602389773262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5939289602389773262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-write-decent-post-cuz-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8291533660591228701</id><published>2009-06-22T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:17:56.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sj7ptUlMP0I/AAAAAAAABCY/BZyVUO1XO3U/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQoylh8ekbdg9xMKEo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349970372190814018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sj7ptUlMP0I/AAAAAAAABCY/BZyVUO1XO3U/s320/HA6EiTMtQoylh8ekbdg9xMKEo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my brace to school today! Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8291533660591228701?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8291533660591228701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8291533660591228701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8291533660591228701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8291533660591228701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wore-my-brace-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sj7ptUlMP0I/AAAAAAAABCY/BZyVUO1XO3U/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQoylh8ekbdg9xMKEo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5410599932679785237</id><published>2009-06-22T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:02:38.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the best day since I got here and that's cuz my dad's here! Yay! First off we picked him up at the bus stop and we had breakfast at 50's Diner. He was so surprised with his order because he didn't except it would be 'as huge as a building', as he defined it. We laughed it off and talked about his new Nintendo DS, etc. etc. He also got mad at us for mistaking Father's Day last week. Hahaha. Then we went to our place so we could take a bath and then to Ate Joy's place which is also Ate's place pala so we could practice and she could take a bath. Then we head to SM where we left him and we went to Room One to practice with Lem, Andene, Porky (Ogenki), Mikey, Japs and Kuya Dale but we had to go to that other place cuz the guy who manages the studio can't find the key. How lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the awesome practice we went to SM to have dinner with the father at Don Hen. Hello big servings again. I had lasagna which made my tummy feel like it's gonna explode and leave the world into cheese. So after the dinner we went to Ayuyang where everybody was setting up the instruments and we introduced Papa as Total War to everybody. I liked how the EMCEE addressed him as Mr. AC/DC when he greeted him a Happy Father's Day. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we had an awesome Chabby Singson and the Cobradeurs presentation, i mean everybody didn't forget about our song. I didn't get to sing Only You with Mico though. That's a letdown. I loved Aliens Killed The Beef Killed The President. I have their balloon :) Hopefully, we could watch the video together and embarrass myself. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad will leave at 4pm later so after class we'll go to Bliss! Yay! I'll miss him though cuz there's like 50/50 lame excuse that I won't get to go home next week and maybe even on the whole month of July since my mom's coming home from Zamboanga and they'll visit us here around the 3rd week. We have a lot of no classes on August though so i'm really looking forward to that month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get to my next class! Byeee see you later wifi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5410599932679785237?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5410599932679785237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5410599932679785237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5410599932679785237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5410599932679785237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-was-best-day-since-i-got-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-111648890584686048</id><published>2009-06-20T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:23:56.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost this week's allowance and i dont want to think about it that way. I'd like to think i only lost a hundred or something so i wouldn't feel so reckless. I guess i won't be able to save up so i could go home although my sister did say my dad's visiting us here so i won't get to leave next week, maybe on the 2nd or 3rd week of July with Marnee and Rox as planned. I would have to temporarily say goodbye to Soledad and their yummy lechon kawali. Yes pork is totally legit now. Just recently i found out swine flu cannot be transmitted by eating pork. Yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to Ogenki's house for practice. I didn't go to school since our class cards weren't distributed yet and i'm here at Ate Joy's place instead. I was suppose to go to SM for lunch but that's when I was taking the taxi and realized my money's gone. Latrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-111648890584686048?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/111648890584686048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=111648890584686048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/111648890584686048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/111648890584686048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-lost-this-weeks-allowance-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4290173692828319354</id><published>2009-06-19T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:17:06.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sjr0w3y9o9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/u87XjH4u36g/s1600-h/fUXrdU1gMosqqongJtq0wU3To1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348856627904488402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sjr0w3y9o9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/u87XjH4u36g/s320/fUXrdU1gMosqqongJtq0wU3To1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;“Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60’s. Or maybe I was just a girl, interrupted.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Girl Interrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out Dean's '67 Chevy Impala was named Metallicar. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4290173692828319354?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4290173692828319354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4290173692828319354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4290173692828319354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4290173692828319354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-ever-confused-dream-with-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sjr0w3y9o9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/u87XjH4u36g/s72-c/fUXrdU1gMosqqongJtq0wU3To1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3986586283317431738</id><published>2009-06-19T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:59:26.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy from my class named Andre who looks like Deljan kept on making fun of the Korean guy named Ra Syeong Beol or something but he would rather be called Clark but I'd like to call him Ra instead, asking him to buy his toy car which cost like a real Ferrari. Ra refused and told him he's got his own car. Hahaha i guess that's an "in yoh face" moment. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3986586283317431738?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3986586283317431738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3986586283317431738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3986586283317431738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3986586283317431738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-had-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4269267937972612615</id><published>2009-06-19T09:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:08:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 3 days since I last blog and not even through the computer, good thing our Filipino teacher ditched us so we have 2 hours of break. The school have this policy that if the teacher didn't arrive for the next 15 minutes of class it's okay for us to leave the room. Anyway, our Theology teacher is a bum. But whatever. Not worth the one hour worth of the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky's birthday is on Sunday and we still haven't practiced our presentation except last night @ Ogenki and Peter's house. We stayed there until 10 then I went home with my sister who watched Supernatural but missed the last episode. Haha. So yeah we practiced a bit. It was so cold and i got sleepy so we had to go home. Practice later with Kuya Lem, i think. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rachel went to SM yesterday to buy chocolates though I didn't get to buy what I was suppose to. Then I went to Cordillera Cafe where my sister, Ate Joy and Kuya Dale were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home :( and I will go home next Friday or Saturday so I could get my medical certificate from Dr. Manuel and I can be excused from PE. My classmates are fascinated by my uneven musculature and the different heights of my shoulder and I even had them touch the hump on my back. I haven't even worn my brace to class yet that's cuz they might get all curious and look at me differently like the first time I've worn it in high school. So anyway, I will leave on Friday with someone who would like to come or my sister. Hopefully I could see my high school friends again and ask about how college is working for them. Plus I want a really really nice bath and long hours of Internet. Please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to talk to Rox yet and ask her about her school. I hope I could install the Y!M application on my iTouch so I could atleast get to talk to her once in a while when she's online. And Marnee! I only get to contact her through our tagboards. Deljan didn't text me for like 2 days which is sad and disappointing and Pads switched to Globe which is even more disappointing. I haven't seen Ornedo and Julien yet and that's cuz they were playing hide and seek with me and I'm having a hard time looking for them since I don't know which building they're at. I wish I could hang with them though so atleast I'd feel less homesick. And I saw Kenny yesterday at the library and Felix and Roselyn outside the Diego Silang canteen today and we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Baticolo Hababag! Goodluck with your report. You'll do good fo sho just remember all the things, words I mean, that I taught you. :) Deljan Palma Manalad! Don't let'em cut your beautiful hair ok ok ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped my head and humiliated myself. Hahahahaha but whatever. I guess this entry's enough for Marnee's sake. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4269267937972612615?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4269267937972612615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4269267937972612615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4269267937972612615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4269267937972612615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-3-days-since-i-last-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6116943428253454097</id><published>2009-06-15T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:00:59.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjiUn_lEBDI/AAAAAAAABCI/htqjYza0yTg/s1600-h/2w9XXXqFFonaxdl3EtOUoRGwo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348187972305159218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjiUn_lEBDI/AAAAAAAABCI/htqjYza0yTg/s320/2w9XXXqFFonaxdl3EtOUoRGwo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is old, love is new.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, love is you.&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/2641091338742197343-6116943428253454097?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6116943428253454097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6116943428253454097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6116943428253454097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6116943428253454097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is-old-love-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjiUn_lEBDI/AAAAAAAABCI/htqjYza0yTg/s72-c/2w9XXXqFFonaxdl3EtOUoRGwo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1629147632644324231</id><published>2009-06-15T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:24:09.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day was meh. I didn't like it that much cuz I didn't know everyone i mean i did made friends but i like my other friends better. If i had to choose between them or Alvin and them others I'd choose Alvin fo shiz. I texted my dad and told him twas weird and i wanted to come home but he just kid around. Fortunately, it was either he'd come here and watch us perform on the 21st or i will save my next allowance and go home with my sister. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my blog lacks the pictures now it's cuz i'm using the itouch for surfing the netz now to save up and i only share with my sisters with the internet. I'm here at Cafe Bliss. It's a wifi zone and my sisters ordered coffee just so we could use the connection. Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since i found out about the greatness of my touch, im going to add great sites to my home screen now. Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1629147632644324231?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1629147632644324231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1629147632644324231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1629147632644324231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1629147632644324231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-was-meh.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7688311046584366660</id><published>2009-06-14T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:31:05.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! Im at Ate Joy and Kuya Dale's place again cuz this is the only place with free wifi. Anyway were having spaghetti for dinner. We just got back from SM with ate and Mico. Jasher was with us today with that Max guy we were with at Ocean View last summer. So so so, tomorrow's the first day of class and I'm thinking whether i should wear my brace or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a tank top at Artwork pala and I haven't got any money na. Boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i'm going on facebook na and will spread the plague. Will blog before i go home later. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-7688311046584366660?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7688311046584366660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7688311046584366660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7688311046584366660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7688311046584366660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-people-im-at-ate-joy-and-kuya.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6897895330178682178</id><published>2009-06-14T14:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:00:39.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is for my sister:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSfRvvnTrI/AAAAAAAABBo/pliA6CCfdNU/s1600-h/a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSfRvvnTrI/AAAAAAAABBo/pliA6CCfdNU/s320/a10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347073784818388658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSfZMKe3CI/AAAAAAAABBw/gYD2YAz8S2M/s1600-h/a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSfZMKe3CI/AAAAAAAABBw/gYD2YAz8S2M/s320/a9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347073912706358306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSacUZ1_CI/AAAAAAAABAw/6crZWpDkWg8/s1600-h/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSacUZ1_CI/AAAAAAAABAw/6crZWpDkWg8/s320/a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347068468899740706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSeak-5ekI/AAAAAAAABBQ/W62HDyIU_fk/s1600-h/a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSeak-5ekI/AAAAAAAABBQ/W62HDyIU_fk/s320/a7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072837036898882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSfknvTDfI/AAAAAAAABB4/rSv2yVkFyDA/s1600-h/a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSfknvTDfI/AAAAAAAABB4/rSv2yVkFyDA/s320/a11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347074109087092210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSewcq5dpI/AAAAAAAABBY/QYlexj_9-dQ/s1600-h/a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSewcq5dpI/AAAAAAAABBY/QYlexj_9-dQ/s320/a8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347073212762650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSf_aHjfeI/AAAAAAAABCA/vuln5tnlGgA/s1600-h/a12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSf_aHjfeI/AAAAAAAABCA/vuln5tnlGgA/s320/a12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347074569287204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSeT_-V6bI/AAAAAAAABBI/pKFIF4e5sao/s1600-h/a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSeT_-V6bI/AAAAAAAABBI/pKFIF4e5sao/s320/a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072724023241138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSbpWsqihI/AAAAAAAABBA/R6j_OpX6xUg/s1600-h/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSbpWsqihI/AAAAAAAABBA/R6j_OpX6xUg/s320/a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069792365480466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSaVWjYx3I/AAAAAAAABAo/YW17sodA8bw/s1600-h/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSaVWjYx3I/AAAAAAAABAo/YW17sodA8bw/s320/a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347068349217556338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSaNK6CgxI/AAAAAAAABAg/jOlEGFqsKT4/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSaNK6CgxI/AAAAAAAABAg/jOlEGFqsKT4/s320/a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347068208652387090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSaD_3e2eI/AAAAAAAABAY/iBOJfBCymfk/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSaD_3e2eI/AAAAAAAABAY/iBOJfBCymfk/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347068051070048738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And this is NOT for my sister:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSalJK8DpI/AAAAAAAABA4/J-G2yfbR0q0/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSalJK8DpI/AAAAAAAABA4/J-G2yfbR0q0/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347068620503256722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6897895330178682178?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6897895330178682178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6897895330178682178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6897895330178682178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6897895330178682178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-for-my-sister-and-this-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSfRvvnTrI/AAAAAAAABBo/pliA6CCfdNU/s72-c/a10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3971981507475133071</id><published>2009-06-14T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:14:45.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img76.imageshack.us/img76/8105/azxd5kcjlko5i92pbziwtcp.jpg" alt="." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3971981507475133071?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3971981507475133071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3971981507475133071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3971981507475133071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3971981507475133071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2544413695227849052</id><published>2009-06-14T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:13:19.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; You can sleep when you're dead baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Agnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2544413695227849052?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2544413695227849052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2544413695227849052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2544413695227849052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2544413695227849052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-can-sleep-when-youre-dead-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2911997428549998334</id><published>2009-06-14T13:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:10:53.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed my url again. I was thinking between The Orange Jews or Willie Nelson Mandela and obviously i chose the Mandela. I missed blogging at home. I'm not used to people taking a peek at what I'm writing or doing and the one hour limit. The keyboard here is crappy. The enter key has its own life. :( I finished Gossip Girl yesterday and slept early cuz I haven't slept since i started watching. I finished Supernatural 4 too and it was stuper awethome! We've watched Coraline too! Twas very creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start tomorrow and my dad called yesterday if I wanted to go home and study there instead and I said yes. He didn't sound like he was kidding too. He even said he'd pick me up here on Tuesday. mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSUImLTN_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Pxsr1COFSNQ/s1600-h/GzxVpstFwomgyxmosSE5AbPio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSUImLTN_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Pxsr1COFSNQ/s320/GzxVpstFwomgyxmosSE5AbPio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061533003429874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna be fat since all I did for the past week was eat, watch and sleep. I'm ugly and I want to go home take a really nice hot water bath and wear a raincoat standing in the sun. We ate at 50's diner today and I found a picture of James Dean. He's so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want That 70s show season 4-8 and my milkshake's soggy. So random eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;We are fish and we drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-James Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2911997428549998334?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2911997428549998334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2911997428549998334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2911997428549998334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2911997428549998334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-changed-my-url-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SjSUImLTN_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Pxsr1COFSNQ/s72-c/GzxVpstFwomgyxmosSE5AbPio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6906591047327278495</id><published>2009-06-10T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:14:02.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hey. Im at baguio na pala since yesterday and im blogging through my ipod. I miss my parents and my room. Ive nothing to say except that i ran out of money cuz of food :( I wanna go home. Ill blog later. The connection's being interrupted cuz i only have 20% battery. Like you care. Ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6906591047327278495?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6906591047327278495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6906591047327278495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6906591047327278495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6906591047327278495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-381395810913085137</id><published>2009-06-04T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:43:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back hurts like banana, I haven't eaten yet and mean old Ogenki doesn't consider me as a Callora. Tsk tsk I went off with papa today and I payed for the Broadband. I got so confused he got all anxious haha.  Then I went to Arvin's to call Deljan cuz the brown paper was with him and I went there. I asked him to come with and I waited for like 3 hours but his dad didn't let him so I took off to school by myself. I asked my adviser &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slash &lt;/span&gt;the new principal to sign the brown paper, payed and went off. Bill and Celso went to Mehaky and asked me to come with them and I did cuz I was bored and it was still early. We walked around the mall and St. Benilde then I went home with Bill who payed for my fare. Yay! I saved 22 pesos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a blob I want to watch Skins and the next thing after I leave this chair I'm gonna have to wash the dishes :( I sure hope I could watch John Ford Coley. Please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;You should have gone to China.&lt;br /&gt;I heard they give away babies like free iPods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight bad morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-381395810913085137?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/381395810913085137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=381395810913085137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/381395810913085137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/381395810913085137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-back-hurts-like-banana-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4294288302463839218</id><published>2009-06-03T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:38:36.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The world's your ashtray&lt;br /&gt;i'm just your marlboro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3search.fm/playlistplayer.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="height=20&amp;amp;width=280&amp;amp;file=http://www.mp3search.fm/get.php?id=687474703a2f2f7777772e66696c6564656e2e636f6d2f66696c65732f323030362f362f392f35393436302f5375706572737461722e6d7033&amp;amp;screencolor=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;logo=http://www.mp3search.fm/images/logo.jpg&amp;amp;showstop=true&amp;amp;usefullscreen=false&amp;amp;showdownload=false&amp;amp;autostart=false" width="280" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4294288302463839218?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4294288302463839218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4294288302463839218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4294288302463839218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4294288302463839218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/worlds-your-ashtray-im-just-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-83268886845434205</id><published>2009-06-03T00:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:26:46.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We planned on redecorating our room pala in Baguio and I looked for ideas at Livejournal. I'm inlike with these pictures. It's pretty sad though, one of the owners is a really big fan of Pete Wentz :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVfdgOVqnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/E0vG2hRiWKQ/s1600-h/DSC_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVfdgOVqnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/E0vG2hRiWKQ/s320/DSC_0403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342781493415881330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVfPnqHHFI/AAAAAAAAA_c/iBWv2B_7upE/s1600-h/3348423048_74ef915ee0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVfPnqHHFI/AAAAAAAAA_c/iBWv2B_7upE/s320/3348423048_74ef915ee0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342781254893247570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVgHm-y1pI/AAAAAAAAA_s/V9UBaVUAdUg/s1600-h/3342890461_31dddcde26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVgHm-y1pI/AAAAAAAAA_s/V9UBaVUAdUg/s320/3342890461_31dddcde26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342782216784238226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVeztZovwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ufSIlr0gc34/s1600-h/339946475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVeztZovwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ufSIlr0gc34/s320/339946475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342780775398424322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVcerEhGaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/g1sJCsAwDRI/s1600-h/IMG_9275.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVcerEhGaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/g1sJCsAwDRI/s320/IMG_9275.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342778214972463522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVfEhRuDqI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QkEl2f9BheQ/s1600-h/3348421850_d913c2e411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVfEhRuDqI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QkEl2f9BheQ/s320/3348421850_d913c2e411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342781064201768610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVefQP8P8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/m8-UImzZLk8/s1600-h/3396499428_33959f5a05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVefQP8P8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/m8-UImzZLk8/s320/3396499428_33959f5a05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342780423975747522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVaZaTOEMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NJgxX4Mdj-E/s1600-h/room-may17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVaZaTOEMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NJgxX4Mdj-E/s320/room-may17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342775925548126402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVaF6vAjKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1jWUmYR93Ak/s1600-h/3537002740_eb0195676c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVaF6vAjKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1jWUmYR93Ak/s320/3537002740_eb0195676c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342775590657232034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVZ2SryztI/AAAAAAAAA-k/w0A9WgYJ6tg/s1600-h/JyF6rJX7inrqemogVnXFC9rko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVZ2SryztI/AAAAAAAAA-k/w0A9WgYJ6tg/s320/JyF6rJX7inrqemogVnXFC9rko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342775322208292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVZVlO0ChI/AAAAAAAAA-c/qtREOQcrg2M/s1600-h/room-may18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVZVlO0ChI/AAAAAAAAA-c/qtREOQcrg2M/s320/room-may18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342774760251329042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVYpiY7upI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Gc2WFhAeZ5s/s1600-h/3578312633_2355ee2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVYpiY7upI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Gc2WFhAeZ5s/s320/3578312633_2355ee2134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342774003574225554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVYa8CpcoI/AAAAAAAAA-M/rGhzEf2JE80/s1600-h/placetosleep44l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVYa8CpcoI/AAAAAAAAA-M/rGhzEf2JE80/s320/placetosleep44l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342773752762036866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVYMbbZU8I/AAAAAAAAA-E/Cso-DGArszk/s1600-h/2352933805_ab2cc98c6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVYMbbZU8I/AAAAAAAAA-E/Cso-DGArszk/s320/2352933805_ab2cc98c6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342773503489299394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a flamingo lamp and that cute picture of James Dean. And a moustache. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-83268886845434205?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/83268886845434205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=83268886845434205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/83268886845434205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/83268886845434205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-planned-on-redecorating-our-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVfdgOVqnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/E0vG2hRiWKQ/s72-c/DSC_0403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4177065682288849457</id><published>2009-06-02T23:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:27:56.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss blogging so I don't care if i blog about senseless things I don't really care about what you think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap on the past 3 days of my life yesterday was the first day of class for the high schools. It kind of freaked me out though cuz I wasn't one of them and I feel really old and worthless. My parents kid around why I wasn't at school and I just went along with their jokes. I looked after Mehaky too and I've talked to a lot of people. Dail texted me that he was with Rox and Arvin and I looked out and saw Rox with Melissa and other SMS people and the two chuckleheads were walking behind her. Rox didn't even recognized me and mistaken me for my sister :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and messed around a lot that I didn't get to finish my Queen concert marathon, the one with Paul Rogers. Dail was a douche mistaking Queen for Michael Jackson! What a disgrace. Anyway i told Rox about Dean's songs. Frans was there too with Kuya Mey but I wasn't that much overwhelmed since Kuya Mey taunted me too much, I mean he was being so mean about my brace so I was mean to him all throughout the day. Pads came too but we didn't get to talk that much cuz I don't even remember why. I do remember asking him to treat me and him making me realize I still owe him a hundred but whatever. He doesn't seem to care that rich little fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to McDo after that to take out Monster fries and cokefloat and the meal my sister ordered then after eating Rox left. I went to the Cafe with Columban people didn't get to stay that long though. Bummer. Then yeah. I saw Camz, Kimi and a bunch of people from both RS and Columban. Hoped to see Alex though but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVK1sGPWHI/AAAAAAAAA98/GebYOjpZCN4/s1600-h/Vdue7LztWnt8406z1LKFoF6Vo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVK1sGPWHI/AAAAAAAAA98/GebYOjpZCN4/s320/Vdue7LztWnt8406z1LKFoF6Vo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342758819175815282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was suppose to leave tomorrow for Zamboanga so today we went out and ate at Meat Plus. Didn't enjoy my food that much since I just ate lunch. Most of the time we thought of what songs to sing for June 20 and took pictures. Was also suppose to finish Skins since the entire episode would be about Effy but we watched Supernatural instead since my sister wanted to see John and I wanted to see Dean and Inky wanted to see Sam. I know she likes Sam. It's in there somewhere haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Baguio this weekend :( I'm so nervous! Plus I fart a lot cuz of how freaking cold it was there. I'm going to Rox's tomorrow for the last time. She's leaving for Manila this Thursday and I have to savor my time with her. Andd I also have to request for a Good Moral certificate tomorrow just in case they don't get to fax it earlier than June 8. I'd be dismissed from my school without it so I have to be extra sure. And I just found out that my former adviser and Filipino teacher is now the school principal at Columban. Haha what joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s does anybody know where to buy orange lights, like Christmas lights only not flashing lights? And the thing that's keeping the bulbs together should be white. Oh and a Japanese lamp. Tell meee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s i'm saving up for an LP player :)&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/2641091338742197343-4177065682288849457?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4177065682288849457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4177065682288849457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4177065682288849457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4177065682288849457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-blogging-so-i-dont-care-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SiVK1sGPWHI/AAAAAAAAA98/GebYOjpZCN4/s72-c/Vdue7LztWnt8406z1LKFoF6Vo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6426940725823282064</id><published>2009-05-30T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:21:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hi :) Just came back from Baguio. I was there with my sisters for like 4 days. We had Japanese for dinner @ Country Club. There was this sushi boat we named Kimboat haha I didn't get to finish all the food though plus I'm not a big fan of Japanese dishes. Went to Ate Joy and Kuya Dale's place after that, around 12am, and they had booze and sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up really early cuz twas my enrollment for SLU it took us 3 hours, i think. Then we went to SM and met Mikey's friends then we had Mongolian buffet @ Country Club. Twas sooooo freaking delicious man. Unfortunately, my other sister was at the hospital cuz Porky's girlfriend had an operation. We were suppose to leave for Gapo na but we missed the last trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after that, we were suppose to leave at 3/6am but we were so damn sleepy! Mikey was there with us the whole day and we stayed in our room for like forever. I had Orgasmic Godwiches for breakfast and Super Stix and Onion rings for lunch. Mikey gave me Indian G.I. Joes if that's what they're called and Diego from Dora the Explorer watch. Haha We didn't do much. We just talked and stayed in bed cuz it was forking cold and it was raining hard. We went out around 5pm. We ate @ SM then went to Ate Joy and Kuya Dale's place again. Porky, my sister and Ate Ramille were there. Porky, my sister and I made an FB quiz and we watched Skins 'til 2:30am. We left around 3 for Gapo and we went out with the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Iyah today too. I went to DIY with her and bought light bulbs for her new home. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will edit this post later or whatever. It's getting busy around here. Anyway, Korean salon tomorrow, Dentist appointment + Hair treatment on Monday. I'm savoring my last week here in Gapo. :( Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6426940725823282064?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6426940725823282064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6426940725823282064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6426940725823282064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6426940725823282064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-hi-just-came-back-from-baguio.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-680915098445580443</id><published>2009-05-25T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:44:44.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShquAlh1aYI/AAAAAAAAA90/TK8ENjPtrBI/s1600-h/WCeBem4P4ntnbrisVWBvztTho1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShquAlh1aYI/AAAAAAAAA90/TK8ENjPtrBI/s320/WCeBem4P4ntnbrisVWBvztTho1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339771633298401666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm medically unstable. It looked like I have Bell's Palsy, except that it's not totally paralyzed, but like the palsy, I can't really move my facial muscles and if I did it would hurt so bad I would want to eat you alive.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for Roxanne. I just hope I can make her happy or be there with her as she watches the world moves. Haha hey Roxanne, eat me instead, if that makes you feel any better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-680915098445580443?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/680915098445580443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=680915098445580443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/680915098445580443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/680915098445580443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-medically-unstable.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShquAlh1aYI/AAAAAAAAA90/TK8ENjPtrBI/s72-c/WCeBem4P4ntnbrisVWBvztTho1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6275239097570874176</id><published>2009-05-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:39:48.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“She brings out the good side in everybody else, but what do they do for her?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6275239097570874176?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6275239097570874176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6275239097570874176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6275239097570874176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6275239097570874176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-brings-out-good-side-in-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5404080624328277207</id><published>2009-05-21T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:20:31.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth, a half complete cigarette, diet coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your finger-nails, your grandmother's musical box, the ballet shoes you have since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks, the tooth-fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5-am morning, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get, the tangles in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover's ex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, star-bucks mango passion fruit, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No. Love is you, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from rosetjl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5404080624328277207?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5404080624328277207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5404080624328277207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5404080624328277207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5404080624328277207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-scars-on-your-knees-leftover.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-5580076856305973843</id><published>2009-05-21T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:53:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What would you do with 'Cheesus' the Jesus-shaped Cheeto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahahahaha. I wanna shop at Fleaflyflofun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-5580076856305973843?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/5580076856305973843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=5580076856305973843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5580076856305973843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/5580076856305973843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-would-you-do-with-cheesus-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-416260242115484906</id><published>2009-05-21T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:42:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been pretty bored that I even get to memorize A Little Priest which i've been planning to do since last last summer and we thought of what intermission(s) to do for the last episode of The Retarded Hour. We're suppose to be done before we go to Baguio on the last week of May. We didn't get to make plans about the webcam show though coz we sang 80s and musicals instead and watched Aladdin after. Haha good thing were done redoing the first two episodes or else we wouldn't finish in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUEN8gS1SI/AAAAAAAAA88/nTk37iH4muo/s1600-h/Picture+1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUEN8gS1SI/AAAAAAAAA88/nTk37iH4muo/s320/Picture+1339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338177570943980834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUEyW2TjgI/AAAAAAAAA9M/G46c4p3hsl8/s1600-h/Picture+1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUEyW2TjgI/AAAAAAAAA9M/G46c4p3hsl8/s320/Picture+1343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338178196490915330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUEfa8POII/AAAAAAAAA9E/DzA-DLLOSRM/s1600-h/Picture+1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUEfa8POII/AAAAAAAAA9E/DzA-DLLOSRM/s320/Picture+1341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338177871172024450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUFcU3Uf8I/AAAAAAAAA9U/ipxvYNvvx9c/s1600-h/Picture+1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUFcU3Uf8I/AAAAAAAAA9U/ipxvYNvvx9c/s320/Picture+1358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338178917512806338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUFcsq50zI/AAAAAAAAA9c/8DTPY6aF6xI/s1600-h/Picture+1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUFcsq50zI/AAAAAAAAA9c/8DTPY6aF6xI/s320/Picture+1366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338178923903177522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUFczVclhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3kNhBw3Gq5E/s1600-h/Picture+1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUFczVclhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3kNhBw3Gq5E/s320/Picture+1368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338178925692229138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched American Idol today! Kris Allen was my bet and I'm really glad he won. That was the best American Idol finale ever since my favorites were there. KISS, Queen, Jason Mraz, etc. I loved the Attitude award thing and the outstanding male hahahaha. I'm gonna watch it again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and The Retarded Hour is way better than Nikki Gil's Myx show no offense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-416260242115484906?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/416260242115484906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=416260242115484906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/416260242115484906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/416260242115484906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-pretty-bored-that-i-even-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShUEN8gS1SI/AAAAAAAAA88/nTk37iH4muo/s72-c/Picture+1339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4560087015101312512</id><published>2009-05-20T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:28:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Band Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;['the' + adjective describing your eyes + closest blue object to you in plural form]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THE GLISTENING BOTTLE CAPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Queen Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;['queen' + your previous pet + the color of your birthstone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- QUEEN KNIVES GARNET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Opposite Sex Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[the first name of the lead singer of your favorite male band + the last male who called you + the street closest to yours]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JOHN DAIL HORSESHOE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Surfer Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[one of your stuffed animals names + an onomatopoeia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PETER PETTIGREW MOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Rapper Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[your first initial+the first three letters of your middle name + dogg]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- K SAN DOGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Business Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[your name+'s + adjective + last thing you bought, in plural form]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- KAREN'S SCRUMPTIOUS COCA-COLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Name In A Past Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[the last female's voice you heard + a name that's also a flower name + last name of the person who last called you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TAYLOR ROSE EBILANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Mexican Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;['enrique' if you're blue/green eyed OR 'pablo' if you're brown eyed + your favorite mexican food + a random spanish word]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PABLO NACHO QUANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Hippie Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[a color not in the rainbow+a kind of bird + a plant+your favorite time of day]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GOLD BLACKBIRD DAWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Stripper Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[your mom's best friend's name + the design on one of your bags+body part you last scratched]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GRACE FLEA LEGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Native American Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;['one who' + the first thing you did this morning, in present form]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ONE WHO WAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Football Player Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[band member from the beatles that you find most attractive + 'mc'+someone you know with red hair]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JOHN MCHAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Instant Messenger Screen Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;['lil'+your current mood+a sport you enjoy+your gender+the year you're graduating/graduated]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LIL RETARDED SOCCER SHEMALE 2009&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4560087015101312512?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4560087015101312512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4560087015101312512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4560087015101312512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4560087015101312512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-band-name-adjective-describing.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8518266088184132102</id><published>2009-05-20T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:25:52.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShLda0PnaiI/AAAAAAAAA8s/e02B9WfgiQ8/s1600-h/DSCN6139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShLda0PnaiI/AAAAAAAAA8s/e02B9WfgiQ8/s320/DSCN6139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571961157937698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm so bored I wanna drink ketchup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8518266088184132102?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8518266088184132102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8518266088184132102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8518266088184132102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8518266088184132102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-bored-i-wanna-drink-ketchup.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/ShLda0PnaiI/AAAAAAAAA8s/e02B9WfgiQ8/s72-c/DSCN6139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1626118107457416100</id><published>2009-05-20T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:10:47.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Deljan!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Iyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today. Actually McDo. Blah blah blah. Fast forward. Dail's place. Twas his birthday. Unfortunately Arvin couldn't come cuz he's at Manila na. And i forgot to pick up Anjeneth. Hahahahaha she said we should meet at McDo but she took way too long so I took off. I had funnn! I went to Mehaky around 9 and waited for my cousin before we could go home. Oh and I got a haircut from the korean salon last night. It was way short but I'm getting used to it and I think i like it better than my long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rox is leaving for Manila na din tomorrow. Sadddd. Twas a good thing we get to spend time together. Sadly, we can't have our hair highlights whatever and she didn't get to see my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update tomorrow. Goodnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s we invinted this cake i named the bobbycake coz i thought Deljan mistaken calling his uncle that. It's made of carrots, sausage, flour, melons, condensed milk and socks. Eventually, we will make a bobbycake made from really good and proper ingredients. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1626118107457416100?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1626118107457416100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1626118107457416100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1626118107457416100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1626118107457416100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-deljan-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7782909953960333430</id><published>2009-05-18T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:18:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i want sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where the deuce are those potatoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-7782909953960333430?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7782909953960333430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7782909953960333430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7782909953960333430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7782909953960333430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-sweet-potatoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7796822368333294049</id><published>2009-05-18T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:16:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So our computer had some power supply problem so we're using the laptop. It pisses me off cause I couldn't even synchronize my iTouch and i don't have a back-up thing just in case all the files get all washed out from the CPU. I'm not really worrying about the songs and videos and the iTouch, i'm worrying about the pictures. I mean all my pictures since 2007 were there and there are only a few i saved on my USB. Plus the webcam show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Retarded Hour&lt;/span&gt;, is still there so i guess we won't be able to burn it and give them away. Boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i found a Barbie 3310 cellphone case inside my dad's drawer in Mehaky. Haha. I showed it to him and he laughed. Tomorrow is Deljan's birthday and I have to go. People from school are going to be there and I asked this girl, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anjeneth&lt;/span&gt;, to come with me and make peace with them. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to my movie. I'm watching this childhood movie in my touch and it's reaaaaally good. Good morning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-7796822368333294049?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7796822368333294049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7796822368333294049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7796822368333294049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7796822368333294049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-our-computer-had-some-power-supply.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8313908287854141219</id><published>2009-05-15T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:04:50.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgxZR8YdgII/AAAAAAAAA8U/lrtZ_XAFhi0/s1600-h/Jn1Nx5yBYmm5sispXYnnxI6Go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgxZR8YdgII/AAAAAAAAA8U/lrtZ_XAFhi0/s320/Jn1Nx5yBYmm5sispXYnnxI6Go1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335737823328567426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgxdMjozDzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yjRLpO8oHqQ/s1600-h/57QK9SvrInfm7xfyLcAwVsQxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgxdMjozDzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yjRLpO8oHqQ/s320/57QK9SvrInfm7xfyLcAwVsQxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335742128833367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8313908287854141219?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8313908287854141219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8313908287854141219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8313908287854141219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8313908287854141219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-you-i-and-careless-mixture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgxZR8YdgII/AAAAAAAAA8U/lrtZ_XAFhi0/s72-c/Jn1Nx5yBYmm5sispXYnnxI6Go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4716703964329839480</id><published>2009-05-15T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:46:30.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading some mixtape request at tmt and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subject:&lt;/span&gt; songs by vegans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;requested by: &lt;/span&gt;spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk it cracked me up the first time i've read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4716703964329839480?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4716703964329839480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4716703964329839480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4716703964329839480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4716703964329839480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-reading-some-mixtape-request-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2046134538656895770</id><published>2009-05-15T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:38:44.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the best time with Rox today. So I went to school and I was so bummed out that I have no one to accompany me there coz Deljan was at Bataan for this interview thing which he intentionally screwed up, Alvin was in an imaginary McDo talking to a shapeshifter of some sort, i have no idea if Pads and Marnee were at Kumon because of the electricity thing. I waited there for like half an hour or more for my teacher and a lot of incoming first years kept staring at me, or my brace, whatever. Anyway, i called Roxanne and she told me we should meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at McDo and since Jaesonne and Dlanor were there I asked them to treat me and they did. Pamo and her girlfriend were there too. Marnee and Sharlon approached me but they were with the rest of their family so we didn't get to talk much. Rox arrived around 12 and we went to Yellow Cab. She bought Ham and Cheese Calzone and hot wings and we did the usual: eat, talk about random things, make fun of people, laugh. Then we went to National to look for journals. We also saw Charlotte and talked about Jeorge, iTouch and college. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to McDo. Pat was there. Diana Cho, Tifanny Tung and them others from Brent were there too and they were so nice. Stayed there until 6. Oh and Kuya Mei is working at 7/11 which I think is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting into this type racing thing although I could only go up to 80+ wpm as of the moment. I'm going to practice now. I miss Rox! I hope I could eat at Yellowcab again tomorrow with Marnee, Pads, Rox, Frae and Miggy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2046134538656895770?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2046134538656895770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2046134538656895770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2046134538656895770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2046134538656895770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-best-time-with-rox-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8680593183787599915</id><published>2009-05-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:48:20.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgrBZjqo9dI/AAAAAAAAA8M/lMfl8CFB2d4/s1600-h/57QK9SvrImbfxo9rAv2USmR6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgrBZjqo9dI/AAAAAAAAA8M/lMfl8CFB2d4/s320/57QK9SvrImbfxo9rAv2USmR6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335289353388750290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8680593183787599915?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8680593183787599915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8680593183787599915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8680593183787599915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8680593183787599915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgrBZjqo9dI/AAAAAAAAA8M/lMfl8CFB2d4/s72-c/57QK9SvrImbfxo9rAv2USmR6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-7163271816994395183</id><published>2009-05-13T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:42:17.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a retarded question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you were to choose the position of your lip, where would you put it? ;)&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/2641091338742197343-7163271816994395183?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/7163271816994395183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=7163271816994395183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7163271816994395183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/7163271816994395183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-retarded-question-if-you-were-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2351545764713840028</id><published>2009-05-13T19:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:31:12.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My teacher hates me. She wants me to print out more than 20 pictures for the annual thing before she gives me my card and then she left me empty-handed around 4 o clock. Screw you people, i hate high school. Amkiddingggggggggg :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Pads and Sue today at Kumon whilst I was waiting for Rox's reply about her whereabouts. Sadly, she didn't reply. So the three of us talked about college and other shiz. Then they watched movies on my iTouch. Ate at McDo after that. Pads plays the violin and I told him that when I'm able to play the piano like a pro, I can accompany him with his Canon In D Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sgq8w4FcqnI/AAAAAAAAA8E/WIv8RzveWRA/s1600-h/Picture+1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sgq8w4FcqnI/AAAAAAAAA8E/WIv8RzveWRA/s320/Picture+1166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335284256448752242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're almost done with The Retarded Hour. We finished interviewing the father. We're redoing the first two episodes though coz it wasn't that good compared to the other episodes not that the show is good. Its retarded. Hahaha I've nothing else to say so i'm gonna go back to downloading songs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is retardedly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us:&lt;/span&gt; Who do you want to meet dead or alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father: &lt;/span&gt;Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copycats is awesome shite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2351545764713840028?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2351545764713840028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2351545764713840028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2351545764713840028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2351545764713840028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-teacher-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sgq8w4FcqnI/AAAAAAAAA8E/WIv8RzveWRA/s72-c/Picture+1166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-712148444770212632</id><published>2009-05-10T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:08:25.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Mothers' Day to all the mothers in the world! Thank them even though you were not what they expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from Sands al Fresco. Ate dinner at the Lighthouse with Tats. He's such a nice guy. Some guy with a chin dimple even conducted magic tricks and gave me a Kisses chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're almost finished with The Retarded Hour, btw and I'm fixing the iTouch. I'll blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-712148444770212632?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/712148444770212632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=712148444770212632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/712148444770212632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/712148444770212632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mothers-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2813639353979766406</id><published>2009-05-06T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:42:45.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for my sister for I am tired to call out to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs to Walk Barefoot and/or Lie in the Grass To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daydream&lt;/span&gt;  The Lovin' Spoonful&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alpha Beta Gaga&lt;/span&gt;  Air&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Up Here&lt;/span&gt;  Röyksopp&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girls In Their Summer Dresses&lt;/span&gt;  The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Love/ People Get Ready&lt;/span&gt;  Bob Marley &amp;amp; The Wailers&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset (Bird of Prey)&lt;/span&gt;  Fatboy Slim&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frank Mills&lt;/span&gt;  The Lemonheads&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solsbury Hill&lt;/span&gt;  Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;9 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toothpaste Kisses&lt;/span&gt;  The Maccabees&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emotion 98.6&lt;/span&gt;  Mylo&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Surprises&lt;/span&gt;  Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toe Rag&lt;/span&gt;  The Rifles&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blister In The Sun&lt;/span&gt;  Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porcelain&lt;/span&gt;  Moby&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where Nobody Knows&lt;/span&gt;  Kings Of Leon&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from TMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-2813639353979766406?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/2813639353979766406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=2813639353979766406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2813639353979766406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/2813639353979766406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-for-my-sister-for-i-am-tired-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3318611707860860656</id><published>2009-05-06T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:12:50.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgBjaZWYL7I/AAAAAAAAA60/P6fdFkcnG-w/s1600-h/20081208220128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgBjaZWYL7I/AAAAAAAAA60/P6fdFkcnG-w/s320/20081208220128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332371263939162034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3318611707860860656?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3318611707860860656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3318611707860860656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3318611707860860656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3318611707860860656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-youre-drowning-you-dont-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SgBjaZWYL7I/AAAAAAAAA60/P6fdFkcnG-w/s72-c/20081208220128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-1909787446916940568</id><published>2009-05-05T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:00:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hi :) Nothing special happened so far except for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Retarded Hour&lt;/span&gt; every 1-3 in the morning. From my &lt;a href="http://malayamoon.tumblr.com/"&gt;sister's&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;          The Retarded Hour is the spawn of boredom, excruciating heat, and the wild inner workings of our brains.&lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Meya and I started this project a few days ago because we wanted to do something productive. Not that this is something productive. It’s retarded, really. Hence, the name. Basically it’s just us, in front of the webcam that the father has set up, spewing out word vomit. We do this all the time but it’s mostly just brain fart. Now we actually get to think of topics to talk about, what songs to play, etc. I don’t think we’re going to upload them on the internetz. It’s too fucking embarrassing. But we’re proud of ‘em. We might compile the episodes and put them on DVD to pass around to friends. Might, being the operative word. It’s been fun. My favorite episode is still Jay’s Rap. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          It’s silly and stupid, it mocks and bashes, it’s embarrassing and amusing, but mostly it celebrates the things we love most - music, movies, pop culture, and then some.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And this is because I don't know how to explain the show. I had fun staying up late just to do this although my other sister, Inky doesn't participate much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/span&gt; scarred me for life and made me hate Japan. Well, not really hate unless that BR Act is true. We watched it for two consecutive times the second time, we watched with the father. He made fun of the protagonist though which made me less scared and worried about the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the news?? The swine flu made its way here in the Philippines! Cebu, specifically. They're not sure yet but the guy according to my sister was being quarantined. The word sends shivers down my spine since I've watched the movie. I hope all my loved ones won't eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting up with Rox. It's been such a long time. We've talked about college, journals, plans, and mangas. Hahaha we decided to buy new journals, write how things are going during college and send them through mail monthly. Was suppose to meet up on Friday but she's got painting classes! Hahaha so we decided to meet on Saturday. Hopefully, we'd be able to fulfill that Hot wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a Japanese bean-flavored Kitkat from Ate Avi in the fridge. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-1909787446916940568?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/1909787446916940568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=1909787446916940568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1909787446916940568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/1909787446916940568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-hi-nothing-special-happened-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3655432029857154693</id><published>2009-04-30T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:35:47.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What shall I call you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Mononoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are you taking this quiz?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promise not to get offended?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great! Any last words?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How's life treaten' ya?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Are you? Probably not huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What could make it better, even if you are?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you live with?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel about this?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're tacky and I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a history of traumatic events in your life?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is school?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have lots of friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do people generally perceive you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't get perceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you generally perceive people?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a bitter person?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you easily get jealous of people?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you channel your anger?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How well do you trust others?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you are attractive?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why or why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well  I think everyone's attractive in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite physical feature?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. My eyes but it only stand out in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you choose this, above all?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks gray on pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your eyes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like the person you see in the mirror?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every day haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a nice body?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been happy with your appearance?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about unhappy?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone ever called you ugly?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you're ugly?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ugly times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you blessed with physical qualities?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How important is appearance to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everything but it's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What 2 major things would you change about your appearance?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complexion and beanpoll figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you choose these two things?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't like them. Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends and Social Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's be vague. In general, do you like people?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why or why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i can talk to some and they make me happy. Other people bores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a high or low tolerance for stupidity?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I mean I talk like a retard sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you acceptant of others' beliefs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you have lots of friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of the friends you do have?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are good. Some are bad. Some are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe that 'friendship is golden' ?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a best friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long have you known this person?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are they like a brother/sister to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like a lover. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you shy?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you outgoing?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you been hurt by people?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever intentionally hurt anyone, physically or emotionally?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why or why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was probably angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The things no one likes to talk about! (Touchy questions ahead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has someone close to you ever died?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think about suicide?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Maybe before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever tried to commit suicide?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I researched about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been raped?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you cut?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your feelings on cutters?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting themselves is more like eating Pocky to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you suffer from Clinical Depression?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I try my hardest not to get depressed after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have an STD?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever taken illegal drugs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why or why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why or why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did this quiz make you uncomfortable?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you honest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you take more of my quizzes when I make them?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you so i'd probably take surveys from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you happy it's over?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You can go away now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ONE IS FREE EVEN THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIRDS ARE CHAINED TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SKY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3655432029857154693?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3655432029857154693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3655432029857154693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3655432029857154693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3655432029857154693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-what-shall-i-call-you-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-8443045161437869116</id><published>2009-04-29T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:52:06.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfh1IRuSdZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6hcNsnNOWEo/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfh1IRuSdZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6hcNsnNOWEo/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330138944049935762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Forking hilarious*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deljan's cousin! Asking for permission to use this to laugh at that extremely heinous prick. Hahahahaha teenage mutant ninja herpes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-8443045161437869116?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/8443045161437869116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=8443045161437869116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8443045161437869116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/8443045161437869116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/04/forking-hilarious-deljans-cousin-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfh1IRuSdZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6hcNsnNOWEo/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4214674149268159462</id><published>2009-04-29T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:37:42.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend's brother died who is also my friend since I met him before. He talked to me once at my friend's birthday party and we had some nice conversation. He even went with us when they took me home. He died from a motorcycle accident and I think he was drunk that time. I wasn't that shocked at first coz I thought I didn't know him until Alvin told me about that guy from the party, which was him. I think i'll be going to his funeral tomorrow with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I passed the SLU Entrance test and I think I'm gonna go there for college. Still the urge to stay here to study and be with my father na lang bothers me but I think being with my sisters would be fun. I took the same course as Inky's and we might attend some classes together. That would be so awkward man! She told me we might go to the same PE class which was ballroom so she decided to take badminton in UB instead. Whatever. My dad contradicted my choice and I told him that I was about to take Business Administration but I got confused about the major/s. Still i will have to attend a fashion school in South Korea and stay there for the rest of my life as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's second birthday celebration was today and we ate a lot. All of us took turns in using the bathroom afterwards! Hahahahahaha but twas a lovely lunner or dinch or whatever lunch-dinner term. :p Videos later with sisters since we are obligated to make something productive by now. Good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rufus Wainright, don't you love Rufus Wainright? I love Rufus Wainright. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4214674149268159462?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4214674149268159462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4214674149268159462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4214674149268159462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4214674149268159462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friends-brother-died-who-is-also-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-4230402488340884206</id><published>2009-04-29T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:44:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I said I won't post something cheesy about leaving high school and all that shit and I will really not write something about that, but I miss Rox and the way we were before. Right now, compared to our usual Dunkin Donut meet ups, I've been spending more time with other people like Deljan and the kleptomaniacs for instance. I haven't seen her for a really long time and we haven't shared much stuff since our last meeting. I don't know much about her UST thing and I sure wish I would know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SfdLdT2XpKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/9VEqT0rwtsY/s1600-h/CIMG1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SfdLdT2XpKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/9VEqT0rwtsY/s320/CIMG1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329811650932876450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'd be spending more time with her around May like hang out at her house, cut or even dye our hair together (i mean since we're college now we can dye our hair whatever color we want unless her 'hygiene-thing-coz-she's-gonna-be-a-complete-replica-of-Dr.-House' thing would get in the way), watch movies and eat fast food together. I really hate that she's obligated to be a doctor but I have to be really supportive. Hopefully, she'd get to visit me in i don't know, wherever i'll end up and we'll still have those random conversation and reminiscing shz (mostly about summer). I hope she would not meet a Cray II like how she met a Marnee look a like (which she named Marnee II) or she would not replace me as the prettiest, most stylish, most intelligent, nicest best friend ever. Hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anyway, Rox, i don't have any idea when. I need like some hair thing ideas. Find really grool photos of uhh, hair.. for me like we usually do whenever we plan on having a haircut. Oh and i need to talk to youuuu. Go online kase you son of a batch of cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I miss you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-4230402488340884206?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/4230402488340884206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=4230402488340884206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4230402488340884206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/4230402488340884206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-said-i-wont-post-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SfdLdT2XpKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/9VEqT0rwtsY/s72-c/CIMG1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-391942382910057594</id><published>2009-04-28T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:01:16.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Choose love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everything else is inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Choose love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Everything else is inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Choose love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Everything else is inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-flashlightbatteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-391942382910057594?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/391942382910057594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=391942382910057594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/391942382910057594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/391942382910057594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/04/choose-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-3877756863446359419</id><published>2009-04-28T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:51:51.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten things you wish you could say to 10 different people right now (don't tell us who it is):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need a haircut! Come with mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pokerfraes!&lt;br /&gt;3. Dream a little dream of me - okay maybe not a little. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;4. Whatever on your spammed face!&lt;br /&gt;5. That movie where Zooey Deschanel was in it, Boring? Hello!&lt;br /&gt;6. Picnic!&lt;br /&gt;7. Sorry, but you don't have to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Happy Birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;9. You owe me a tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;10. Juta A! I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine things about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have scoliosis.&lt;br /&gt;2. I make fun of people.&lt;br /&gt;3. I eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4. I would love to legally change my name.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my hand writing.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am musically-inclined.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;8. I really don't talk to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;9. I laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight ways to win your heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Humorous. Like really funny.&lt;br /&gt;2. Good looking.&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean, neat, well-groomed, whatever. People who actually know how to use the nailcutter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;5. Trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Doesn't smoke or drink.&lt;br /&gt;7. Artistic.&lt;br /&gt;8. Lots of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things that cross your mind a lot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. College.&lt;br /&gt;2. Independence.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fix my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Intelligence Quotient.&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. Korea.&lt;br /&gt;7. Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six little stupid things you want to happen to you before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Extremes; Go kart and bunjee jump.&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cut my hair short which resembles an Amelie.&lt;br /&gt;4. Design my own house. And clothes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Download a DVD-iPod Touch converter.&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five turn-offs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Perverted.&lt;br /&gt;2. Racists.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are so inlove with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;4. Immature.&lt;br /&gt;5. Unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four turn-ons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Artistic.&lt;br /&gt;3. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gwapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three smileys that describe your life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. :p&lt;br /&gt;3. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you wish you never did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fail classes in RS.&lt;br /&gt;2. Procrastinate during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One confession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, sort of, want to stay in OC for College.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-3877756863446359419?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/3877756863446359419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=3877756863446359419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3877756863446359419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/3877756863446359419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-things-you-wish-you-could-say-to-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-6690946089817797828</id><published>2009-04-28T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:46:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I just got back from Baguio literally. I was there with my sister for like 3-4 days for my SLU examination and UP Baguio talent test. I'm not that sure about my TDT though coz it was forkinggg hard, i mean i had to draw my own hand, realistic as possible but mine turned out wrong when I turned my drawing in another angle so I had to start all over again. My drawing turned out okay but the other part of the test which was the Visual Interpretation was harder than the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SLU test was okay. It wasn't that complicated to apply coz Mikee Wasalski was there in his leather jacket which I think is so cool. He bought me donuts after the test too. We stayed with my sister's friends, Joy and Johndale. Haha I met some of their other friends; Ramille and Lem. I met Porky before naman and I tattooed him. Hahaha I drew pirates and pigs and corn cobs and frogs all over his chest. Supposedly i was to draw him a heart with the word Holiday all over it since he said he's got this Holiday heart disease thing which i thought was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's birthday is tomorrow. I mean today since it's already 2:30. My uncle's sending us money for groceries to surprise my dad for a birthday feast. He even told us to send the menu as proof. We even planned on using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease &lt;/span&gt;as birthday theme and told our uncle about it and he told us that mom and dad should look exactly like John Travolta and Olivia-Newton John so i have to wake up early to curl mom's hair. It must be inconvenient and all but we have to work on it so we'd get cash prize from Canada. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SfX8i0OPsEI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ebiyBnCq5D0/s1600-h/Grease-movie-p08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SfX8i0OPsEI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ebiyBnCq5D0/s320/Grease-movie-p08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329443409126993986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Baguio's weather. Anywayyyyy, i haven't visited Rox for quite a while so i might. Some time this week after the 29th maybe. Haven't seen Deljan and them others as well. I miss my old friends. My old old friends. People from RS, some from SSC and others from the streets of OC. I haven't mingled with a few of them for a long time. I've read so much posts about my friends leaving high school and all that shz and i don't plan doing the same thing. I do miss high school though. Good morning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641091338742197343-6690946089817797828?l=willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/feeds/6690946089817797828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641091338742197343&amp;postID=6690946089817797828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6690946089817797828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641091338742197343/posts/default/6690946089817797828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willienelsonmandela.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-so-i-just-got-back-from-baguio.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729828646675023369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/Sfn3OS715lI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sHIgC9I5KZk/S220/n9278511141_1361271_9390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkuFNbSBNTY/SfX8i0OPsEI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ebiyBnCq5D0/s72-c/Grease-movie-p08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641091338742197343.post-2538310853423197231</id><published>2009-04-20T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:21:04.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from the beach. Twas okay. I haven't showered completely yet. Hahahaha so i should go. I'm just charging the pod anyway. Goodnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 Things You Might Not Know About Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grazed it on the floor while waiting for somebody with my friends. we were off to this pool and i was just too fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing, i guess. i cant think of anything. oh, pictures! with these frames i made when i was like 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk in my sleep sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classical, 60s-80s, indie pop, jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have so much fun with the people i use to hang out and meet new people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now? i guess the itouch. oh and my family ofcourse haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 5. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i faked crying haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. WHATS YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heights and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller coaster haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee. i dont drink energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macaroni and cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black and gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone and itouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topshop maldita flashlight batteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. WHO IS THE HOTTEST FEMALE/MALE CELEBRITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shih tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh of course! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being underestimated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOULMATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice, handwriting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a Beatles' song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. WHAT IS THE BIGGEST TURN OFF OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU MISS ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people there i was with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clairol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nailbite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i guess she would be nicer than i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. DO YOU AGREE WITH FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. WHATS YOUR MAIN GOAL IN LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;design for a living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sky dancers and coloring books :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macaroni and cheese fcourse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trustworthy and fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen and vesa and falula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supernatural, skins, family guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69.WHATS THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH YOUR ENEMIES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mess with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. DO YOU HAVE A COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. PLANS FOR TONIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write, sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. WHAT'S THE FASTEST YOU'VE EVER GONE IN A CAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that 70s show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coca cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. WHAT DO U LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissy girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. FAVORITE MONTH OF THE YEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF CANDY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blowpop and sour glow worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. HAVE YOU EVER REALLY AND TRULY HAD A BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black with lemon things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cascade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Last thing you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;republican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coke float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. DO YOU HAVE A LOW SELF ESTEEM OR A HIGH SELF ESTEEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low low low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. 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