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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 21:50:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Personal</category><category>Reviews</category><category>Surveys</category><category>Sick</category><category>Plurk</category><category>Paramore</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Cyber Diary</category><category>Tumblr</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Hall of Shame</category><category>Music Tripping</category><category>Formspring</category><category>Blogging</category><category>Daily Kwento</category><category>Random Post</category><category>Effects of Boredom</category><category>Rap</category><category>Life</category><category>Photoshop Tutorials</category><category>Rushed Posts</category><category>Rants</category><category>Graphics</category><category>Addiction</category><category>Layouts</category><category>Love</category><category>Moments</category><category>Movie Flicks</category><category>Photo Manipulation</category><category>Things</category><category>Events</category><category>Photo Editing</category><category>Apology</category><category>School</category><category>Global News</category><title>ArtMonsterr</title><description /><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ArtMonsterr" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="artmonsterr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><image><link>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</link><url>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</url><title>Some Rights Reserved</title></image><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">ArtMonsterr</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-3223057590699723435</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 08:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-16T01:32:55.338-07:00</atom:updated><title>Two weeks down</title><description>..40 more weeks to go. Geez. That sure seems like a pretty long time. I still can't believe classes had already started. The first few days of school was .. well, how to I put it? It didn't seem like the first day. The moment I set foot inside the campus grounds, it barely felt like I left the place for 2 whole months. I'm not saying I'm already attached to school or anything, I guess there's just this feeling that I can't shake off whenever I enter the school premises. I know, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like everyone was so psyched to see their friends again on the first day, and of course, I'm one of those people. I'm proud to say that I started off on the right foot during the first week of classes. But there's 2 things I really really hate on the start of schooldays.. introductions and sitting arrangements. First of all, I don't think it's necessary to introduce ourselves in front of the entire class. I mean, yeah, we sure like to know a few things about each other but we can always discover it all on our own rather than learning about it straight from the person himself. It's always best to discover, so I've been told. As for sitting arrangements.. You get the whole point. Who doesn't get ticked off sitting in the front row? Sucks. Guess I'll just bear with it for the entire quarter then.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!&lt;/span&gt; Me. In the front row. Great. Just my luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-3223057590699723435?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-weeks-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-3516816056176572998</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-16T01:26:28.242-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Kwento</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rushed Posts</category><title>The weather is fucked.</title><description>Uulan tapos biglang titigil tapos iinit tapos uulan nanaman tapos titigil ulit tapos tapos taposssssssss….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANUBA. Kainis naman oh. :| I was supposed to go to school this afternoon, but it rained so hard so I just stayed home and waited for it to stop.. I’m still here and it’s already 3:22PM. I blame the weather for my colds right now, I think I’m going to be sick. Ugh. No. Not now. Come on, weather! Lighten uuuuuup. If you don’t live around here, well you are lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-3516816056176572998?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/06/weather-is-fucked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-9127369936815257109</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-04T02:10:18.550-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Summer's slowly slipping away</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hello, June. It’s hard to imagine school’s just 3 days away. But hey, I’m secretly excited for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I mean, it would save me from hours of boredom after all, and I’m already sick &amp;amp; tired of rotting in front of the computer ever since summer started. So, I’m guessing school’s pretty much a good thing for me. But even so, I still won’t welcome fresh homeworks with open arms.. and criticisms? Nah. &lt;u&gt;I don’t mind that at all&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Waking up early isn’t exactly a good thing for me since me and the mornings don’t easily get along. Lol. I’m gonna have to adjust and I’m gonna have to do it quick. As soon as possible! I’m used to wake up every 10AM. Since the first day of school is the most crucial day to determine the flow of your entire school year, I’m gonna have to start it off on the right foot. I’m gonna have to find a perfect seat and try not to run into some of my least favorite people in school on the first day. Ooh, I hope there’d be some new students in the campus. It would be great to have some fresh, unknown faces once in a while.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that’s it. &lt;i&gt;Summer’s ending soon.&lt;/i&gt; I hate it..  But, I’m pretty sure better things would come my way when this season ends, and I’m sure the same would happen to you, too. Enjoy the rest of your summer, guys! Love life. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-9127369936815257109?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/06/summers-slowly-slipping-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-8692879638866596256</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 08:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-04T01:59:19.021-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Life lessons on responsibility</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;The most important things I’ve learned from great expectations are the concepts of responsibility and the cost of choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nothing in life comes for free, and one must accept the consequences for whatever choice s/he makes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In life, there are no free rides, no &lt;i&gt;‘get out of jail’&lt;/i&gt; passes, power and wealth cannot guarantee freedom from consequences, and in the end, you are responsible for your actions. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-8692879638866596256?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-lessons-on-responsibility.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-2659193970460026988</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-04T01:39:15.779-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>I really do enjoy spending time with you</title><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Even if we just sit around being complete dorks and talking about nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; There are probably a million things i love about you, like the way where we can just suddenly look at each other, just look, saying nothing and feel completely fine with it. If me being with you makes you happy, then I want to spend the rest of my life with you,  just so I can see that smile on your face. I really love you. &lt;i&gt;Did you know that?&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-2659193970460026988?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-do-enjoy-spending-time-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-8422480444062659747</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2010 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-30T01:17:32.041-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>May 29, 2010.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;The day I met his mom and his super poging kuya. Haha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I still can’t believe it. Akala ko hindi na kami magkikita ni Rafael dun sa mall kanina dahil hindi ko siya ma-contact, pinaayos niya kasi yung cellphone niya kaya naka-off, pinalitan ng bagong LCD. Kaya ayun. Tinext ko siya just in case mabasa niya pag binuksan niya yung cellphone niya.&lt;i&gt; “Babe. Andito ako sa Coffee Dream, I’ll patiently wait for you here.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umorder ako ng &lt;u&gt;Strawberry Chill&lt;/u&gt; sa Coffee Dream, my fave.. tapos naghintay, mag-iisang oras na akong naghihintay dun, naiinip na ako kaya tinawagan ko nalang siya. &lt;b&gt;Uy! Nag-ring ang phone! &lt;/b&gt;Sinagot niya yung tawag ko tapos nakita ko siyang dumaan sa harap ng Coffee Dream. Sabi ko, &lt;i&gt;“HOY LALAKE! Tumingin ka sa likod mo.” &lt;/i&gt;Sabi niya, &lt;i&gt;“Owsyet, hahaha! Baby, ang cute-cute mooo!”&lt;/i&gt;. Binaba ko na ang cellphone. Tumabi agad siya sa akin tapos niyakap niya agad ako. &lt;i&gt;“Babe, na-miss kita.”&lt;/i&gt; :”&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabi niya, hindi na raw siya tatagal. Tsk, nabitin talaga ako. Parang nasayang lang yung isang oras na paghihintay ko. Sasabay na raw siya sa mga magulang niya uuwi. As much as I wanted him to stay for a while, he can’t, hindi pwede. :( &lt;b&gt;10 minutes&lt;/b&gt; lang kaming nagsama ni boyfriend. &lt;i&gt;HAYY~&lt;/i&gt; Binigay niya sa akin yung sira niyang LCD para may remembrance daw ako, haha! He is so sweet. Tineks niya yung kuya niya gamit yung cellphone ko kasi wala siyang load. “Kuya, sa’n kayo? Nakitext lang ako sa “special friend” ko, dun ka lang sa number ko mag-reply…. &lt;b&gt;*EHEM* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Special friend?!”&lt;/i&gt; Tapos dinelete niya agad yung “friend” tapos pinalitan niya ng &lt;u&gt;“someone”&lt;/u&gt;. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapos biglang, &lt;i&gt;“AY! Ayun na pala sila. Nevermind, hahaha!”&lt;/i&gt; Nakatayo yung kuya niya at yung mommy niya sa harap ng Coffee Dream tapos parang nakatingin sila sa aming dalawa, nag-iispy. Hahaha! E shempre, nahiya ako. First time nangyari yung ganun sa’kin e, haha! Yung makipag-meet sa relatives ng boyfriend? Lol. Unang nag-hello yung mom ni Rafael, ngumiti ako tapos nag-hi. Uuwi na raw sila, tinanong ako ng kuya ni Rafael kung gusto ko raw bang sumabay sa kanila. Sabi ko, &lt;i&gt;“Ay, ‘wag na po. Nakakahiya e. Hehe.”&lt;/i&gt; Tapos sumimangot si Rap, kinuha niya yung kamay ko tapos sabay sabing,&lt;i&gt; “Sige na, sabay ka na sa amin. ‘Wag ka ng mahiya.”&lt;/i&gt; I had no choice. Mas nakakahiya kung hindi ako sumama sa kanila d’ba? &lt;b&gt;LOL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humiwalay kami ni Rap sa kanyang kuya tsaka sa mom niya nung andun na kami sa second floor ng mall, hinatid niya ako sa ibaba. Kiniss niya ako sa cheek tapos hug.. &lt;i&gt;in public&lt;/i&gt;. Sumakay na ako pauwi tapos tinext ko siya.. smiley face lang. I wasn’t expecting for a reply kasi alam kong wala na siyang load, haha! Pero I’m pretty sure that smiley face made him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;smile&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/1866939354667439723-8422480444062659747?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-4163326296247140596</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T09:51:15.062-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sick</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title /><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Not as sick as I’m going to be tomorrow, but sick nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Flu is a curse for me and has been since I was a little kid. So, I took Tylenol and Biogesic moments ago and I’m still waiting for it to kick in.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ugh.&lt;/b&gt; I just hate being sick. Whenever I get sick I have this strange habit of trying to track down the person who actually got me sick,&lt;i&gt; because I know my body wouldn’t just revolt like this&lt;/i&gt;. Someone passed me their stupid germs and now I’m infected. Usually I trace the sickness to my cousin, Adrienne. &lt;i&gt;le sigh*&lt;/i&gt; I should be sleeping right now but I can’t. &lt;b&gt;I’m sick.&lt;/b&gt; So, maybe.. I’ll just go back to bed, read for a bit, and count some sheep to sleep, and wake up and it will all be gone. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, I could stay up for another &lt;u&gt;two hours&lt;/u&gt;, work on my unfinished &lt;i&gt;“project”&lt;/i&gt; that needs to go in this week, finish&lt;b&gt; “The Last Song”&lt;/b&gt; book by Nicholas Sparks, or maybe watch TV. &lt;b&gt;I HATE THIS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-4163326296247140596?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-as-sick-as-im-going-to-be-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-48001844962517818</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T09:39:06.450-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title>Memories.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do It For Me Now — Angels and Airwaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Lisa shirt and shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Eating:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Worried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day brought back &lt;i&gt;old memories&lt;/i&gt;. A good friend of mine PM'ed me on Facebook, we haven’t talked for months for some personal reasons. I’m still in shock right now, kinda. I never thought that she would PM me. And yeah, we chatted for long time and I kinda missed her too though, despite all the things we’ve been through. It’s not easy to forget all those &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt; memories of the past especially when they meant a lot. But hey, there’s no point on dwelling on history anyway, right? &lt;i&gt;What’s done is done.&lt;/i&gt; History only leads to &lt;b&gt;drama&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;And I don’t like drama&lt;/u&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-48001844962517818?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/05/listening-to-do-it-for-me-now-angels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-261542803432237196</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T09:30:18.077-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>What a Day</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Rap called me this afternoon, he asked me if I can go out with him today because he was bored, and I promised to see him as soon as possible. Today was the perfect day to hangout with him, since I had nothing else to do here, I said &lt;i&gt;“Yeah, okay. Sure.” &lt;/i&gt;I only had 100PHP with me. We met at Robinson’s Plaza @ 2PM. When he saw me standing in front of the Department Store, he shouted,&lt;b&gt;“BABY!”&lt;/b&gt; really really loud with his funny &lt;i&gt;“Yehey!”&lt;/i&gt; expression. Hahahaha!&lt;i&gt; Baliw talaga yung payatot na ‘yun.&lt;/i&gt; Good thing only a few people heard him. It was really embarrassing! People were looking at us and some were even raising their eyebrows at us, but I hafto admit.. That was pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him “What now?”. Then he replied, “Um. Wanna watch a movie?”. I said,“Uh, I only have 80 pesos left in my pocket. I can’t afford a ticket. :|” He laughed and said, “I got 100 here. Haha! Dagdagan mo nalang. Sorry ha? Poor ako ngayon e, sa June 6 (our monthsary) pa ako magkakapera.” Then I said,“Haha! Yeah, okay.” We watched &lt;b&gt;“The Diary of a Wimpy Kid”&lt;/b&gt;. I loved it! For anyone who has struggled to fit in, &lt;u&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/u&gt; is full of nostalgic and painful reminders of the horrors of middle school, from gym class to school plays. It’s full of genuine laughs, one of the rare films that can by enjoyed by kids and even adults. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching the movie, we bought two pieces shawarma for &lt;i&gt;40 pesos&lt;/i&gt; because we were both starving. Lol. We both hadn’t had breakfast and lunch yet, so yeah.. It was his first time to taste a shawarma, jsyk. After that we’ve decided to head home, because it was about to rain really hard. But then I felt I forgot something.. Something VERY important. I checked my pockets but I can’t seem to find my… &lt;b&gt;CELLPHONE!&lt;/b&gt; I left it at the movies! I panicked. I told the tricycle driver to hurry up because he was too sadgashgfsadf slow. :| I was like, &lt;i&gt;“MOVE OVERRRR!!! LET ME DRIIIIIVE!!!” &lt;/i&gt;Hahaha! Jkjk. The moment I arrived at my mom’s office, I borrowed her phone and called my boyfriend and asked him if my phone was with him. He said, “No. Maybe you left it at Movieworld.” I rushed for another tricycle to RP. I was moving really fast, I was panicking, okay? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA! &lt;/b&gt;I also told the tricycle driver to step on it because I was in an emergency, I told him everything about the lost cellphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave him 20 pesos for the ride, &lt;i&gt;hindi ko na tinanggap yung sukli.&lt;/i&gt; And then I rushed to Movieworld, I asked the guard if I can check the seats because maybe I left my phone there. People were staring at me, haha! &lt;i&gt;Hinihingal ako e.&lt;/i&gt; And then this 20-year-old looking guy came to me and asked me if I had any problem. I said,“Yes. Yung phone ko po, nawawala. May ilaw po ba kayo jan? He didn’t reply, he handed me his cellphone and smiled. I smiled back. &lt;b&gt;FOINALLYYY! I FOUND MY PHONE! IT’S SAFE! YEHEYY!&lt;/b&gt; Para akong nabunutan ng napakalaking tinik. I thanked the guy, left Movieworld and headed to Jollibee because I have no coins left in my pocket for my pamasahe, I need to sacrifice my 500 pesos. Boohoo* I called my boyf and told him that my phone’s safe. :) I bought a rocky road sundae at Jollibee.. and I saw ate Cathee there along with some of her cousins. &lt;i&gt;Tapos ayun, umuwi agad ako. &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-261542803432237196?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-7272766105511585579</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T09:32:59.256-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title>The G-Tec, Every Schoolgirl's Best Bud!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNDB-ydmRew/S__OJDv8QGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UaHpiZPHR7Y/s1600/pilot_gtc3-blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNDB-ydmRew/S__OJDv8QGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UaHpiZPHR7Y/s400/pilot_gtc3-blk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322326926344290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNDB-ydmRew/S__OJDv8QGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UaHpiZPHR7Y/s1600/pilot_gtc3-blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My love story with the Pilot G-tec C3 pen is not love at first use.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in my second year at high school, my first C3 always fell on the ground, needle first, without the cap, mere days after buying it. I thought the fault was on me, because I was clumsy so I decided to buy another one. Again, my C3 died early. This time it was because I wrote down notes with too much force and pressure on the needle, resulting to the needle's death. After two deaths and two expensive pens -I was a highschooler who had a weekly allowance of 100 pesos, so the 60 pesos for one G-Tec pen was expensive for me, I decided that the G-Tec and I were not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After another year, I gave this baby another shot, and boy did I think wrongly of this pen before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It glides smoothly on paper, and gives off ink even without brute force on the pen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's very thin needle allows you to write letters in a larger array of sizes than what an ordinary .5 gel pen (like Dong-A's My Gel) can offer. You can easily write tiny letters with the handy G-Tec. Smaller letters = smaller paper size needed = MORE NOTES = less paper usage = HAPPIER EARTH ... or maybe I'm just too enthusiastic? Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its ink won't smudge even if you accidentally make your paper wet. Intact notes even if you make your notebook wet guaranteed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very environment-friendly because it is refillable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfect for Drafting classes in T.L.E.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also perfect for doing manual tables and borders because of its thin needle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not recommended for clumsy people, just like the old me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has a very sensitive needle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIPS FOR GOOD USE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you have to put your pen down on your desk, always, ALWAYS, cover it with its cap. Just to avoid suicide by falling on the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not write with force with this pen. If you're a heavy writer, just use another G-Tec pen, the G-Tec C4 (with a .4 needle).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRICE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 70 pesos for a pen. A refill costs about 40 pesos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-7272766105511585579?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/05/g-tec-every-schoolgirls-best-bud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNDB-ydmRew/S__OJDv8QGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UaHpiZPHR7Y/s72-c/pilot_gtc3-blk.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-1810186890693690302</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-25T09:46:41.531-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Say it to my face, not through your Facebook status. ♥</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 58px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 58px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try to deal with your internal feelings internally and not externally in the internet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Like &lt;i&gt;ranting&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;bragging&lt;/i&gt; over it in the internet, for what?! So that your friends could sympathize for you? Try solving your problems on your own first, I know it's harder than the usual kind of support you get but I know you’ll find it &lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;rewarding&lt;/i&gt; in the end. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to detach yourself from the internet once in a while and have some quality time to discover yourself, which have been lost with this technologies and all. The internet is such a scary place. Some people use the web for &lt;u&gt;wrong reasons&lt;/u&gt;. :| Sure you can share what you feel, make it your online journal. But know when not to overboard. &lt;i&gt;Dig? &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥, Chariz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&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/1866939354667439723-1810186890693690302?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/04/say-it-to-my-face-not-through-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-3646338053266317269</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T09:47:21.202-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Pissed.</title><description>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I AM UTTERLY PISSED AT SOMEONE RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I really don't even know why, she's been acting like a bitch these past few days. Oh wait, she's not acting like a bitch, she's already a bitch even if she doesn't even try to be one. Hahaha! I just hate her, even my friends hate her.. and every time we see her face, we get bummed out. Haha! No, no... We're not insecure/jealous, not at all. :)) I want to strangle her and choke her to death, baby! @#$%^&amp;amp;*(!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, y'know why?! Well… First, she lied to me. Second, she broke her promise which made me really really REALLY mad. Third, &lt;b&gt;SHE'S A COMPLETE BITCH&lt;/b&gt;. Fourth, &lt;i&gt;she's a know-it-all-feeling-all-high-and-mighty-feeling-rich-and-all-that-shit&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hate it when people who know nothing about me and talk about me as if they do! &lt;b&gt;COME ONNNNN&lt;/b&gt;. If you're going to say &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; about me, say it to my face! And if you can't say it to my face then, &lt;u&gt;DON'T SAY IT AT ALL&lt;/u&gt;. You got that, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will receive a ton of shit from me, hunnie. Just wait and see. ;) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt; I can always forgive the people who hurt and made me look stupid, but I will never ever forget what they did to me. &lt;strong&gt;EVER. &lt;/strong&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-3646338053266317269?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/03/pissed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-5935524175702227279</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T14:29:59.911-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Addiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Coffee Addiction.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it bad? I drank two cups of cold coffee last night, it's not that bad… &lt;em&gt;is it?&lt;/em&gt; I had a lot of text mates last night, 7 people... I think? They kept me busy. I watched 2 episodes of Glee (episode 7 and 8), had tuna sandwich for midnight snack. I slept at around 3 in the morning and woke up at 4:30AM. So that means I only had less than 2 hours of sleep? OMG! We'll be having a long quiz on &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;Bato Balani&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, first period, and I haven't even read a single page because &lt;b&gt;I CAN'T FIND MY FREAKIN' BATO BALANI THINGAMAJIGGER! &lt;/b&gt;I probably left it at school… or maybe someone stole it. Not sure. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh boy, I'm craving for coffee again. @___@ This isn't good, am I'm too young for coffee? Guess not. &lt;b&gt;MUHAHAHA! &lt;/b&gt;I can haz all the coffee I want, and not even you can't stop me. Hrhrhrhr. :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25169_1300918054517_1577409752_742804_1353327_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I'm getting addicted to &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/petsociety/"&gt;Pet Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; again, I can't help spending all my cash on mystery boxes!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Omg, I'm so random. Sarreh. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-5935524175702227279?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/03/coffee-addiction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-6258818098847683404</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-08T19:17:35.023-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>I have to stop being so nice.</title><description>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to stop being the better person sometimes. &lt;u&gt;I have to be myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to stop saying &lt;i&gt;"It's Okay."&lt;/i&gt; When really, It's not &lt;s&gt;f'cking&lt;/s&gt; okay. :| I have to be stronger, much much stronger. I hate being bullied by other people, I should learn how to stand up for myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to stop offering people money no matter how &lt;b&gt;sorry&lt;/b&gt; I feel for them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to stop considering everyone my &lt;i&gt;"friend"&lt;/i&gt;, because everyone isn't worth my&lt;b&gt; trust&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to stop being &lt;b&gt;too nice&lt;/b&gt; to people I don't know too well. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to stop being the one who always says &lt;i&gt;"sorry"&lt;/i&gt; first when I didn't do anything wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-6258818098847683404?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-to-stop-being-so-nice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-7436505061926916480</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-08T15:40:32.958-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Things went how it wasn’t supposed to be.</title><description>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate how my life's turning out as of now.&lt;/b&gt; I can't keep up with all the things that are bugging my head, and the only thing that I can do is to cry. How drastic can life be? Uh, I never really considered cutting my wrist as an option to solve my problems. I've got hematophobia, don't you know what hematophobia is? Yeah, that's right.. FEAR OF BLOOD. That's why I don't want to be a nurse and follow my brothers' footsteps, I can make my own. And I've had enough pain to bear. Cutting my wrist is way more than I can handle. Waaay more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IL and I talked from 5PM to 6PM… Janray saw us chit-chatting at the circle thingy in front of our room this afternoon, he came to us &amp;amp; then he started teasing us. &lt;strong&gt;"Yee! IL and Chariz daw." &lt;/strong&gt;I knew he was jealous, I could see &lt;em&gt;jealousy &lt;/em&gt;in his eyes. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Wow, it's a miracle, Janray never talked to me personally before the incident happened. When he was walking right towards us, I just smiled and giggled, and then I asked him for the shawarma he owes me, then I teased him back. We were always like that, and I kinda missed it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gee bloggy 'ol pal, I have so many things to tell you but I just don't have enough time to blog all about it. Some info are just &lt;u&gt;too personal&lt;/u&gt; and some are &lt;u&gt;very controversial&lt;/u&gt;, only my closest friends can understand my situation right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I already knew what was wrong.&lt;/b&gt; Janray has so many problems lying on his shoulder regarding his family and his school life.. Things are getting more complicated day by day, I just can't stand it! I don't want things to get worse. My dear friend Ainah's looks like she's avoiding me, her &lt;i&gt;"bestfriends"&lt;/i&gt; hates me and I just don't get it! Why would they be so mad at me like that? What did I do to them? I badly need answers. The same questions are rotation on my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not used to being hated by my really close friends for no reasonable reason. WHATEVER, it's still unfair! I don't want our friendship to end like this, I mean... I've been through a lot of problems, but this one, is just too hard to handle! Janray, IL and I talked for hours, we cleared things out, shared our side of the story, cried and weeped. The three of us just wanted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEACE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; among our friendship. I've even thought of &lt;i&gt;backing-out&lt;/i&gt; SickReeTuh but Janray stopped me, he doesn't want me to back-out because of him. He already admitted that it was all his fault, I already forgave him and so did IL and Ellen. I know how deeply he cares for me and my friends -- &amp;amp; that's just one thing what I love about this guy. It's not my fault the guy chose me over her, and I know he has a purpose for doing so. It's not my fault he lied to her. &lt;b&gt;I DID NOT LIE, HE DID.&lt;/b&gt; -- Ilagay niyo yan sa utak niyo! I'm not the one who asked him to choose between the two of us, &lt;b&gt;SHE DID&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hate this, I don't like what's happening right now. Things are becoming blurry and I just want this problem to end. &lt;i&gt;Tomorrow is Ainah's birthday&lt;/i&gt; and I don't have plans to go to her party. Yes, she did invite me, but I don't think people will welcome me there, they will only make me feel like shit and will just dump me in a dark corner of their house. I'm not gonna greet her tomorrow, besides, I already did 2 days ago so why would I? I mean... What's the point? I know she hates me and she's just afraid to admit it. It's completely fine, I guess... If that's what she really feels about me, so be it.&lt;b&gt; I cannot please everybody. &lt;/b&gt;I just hope people will realize that JUDGING someone without knowing the real story is simply immature. Don't judge too quickly, guys. You don't want to be judged, do you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got home, I locked myself and cried in my room. I just felt a sudden urge to cry. Mom knocked on my door and asked me what my problem is but I didn't reply, I was too depressed to talk back. I blamed God, and told myself he doesn't exist. Because if He does, He should have done something to stop this pain I'm feeling right now. He should have answered my prayers and should have done something to make me feel okay. But no, He didn't. I came to the realization that He had better plans for me. But what about my plans for myself? Does this confusion mean something else? Does He want other plans that would contradict mine? &lt;b&gt;Does He really love me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know He does.&lt;/strong&gt; I remembered what Ellen told me this afternoon, she said, &lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;"Chang, God won't give you problems that you can't solve. Just have faith and stay strong. Always pray and ask for forgiveness." &lt;/span&gt;– She's been a really nice friend, I am really thankful that I've met such a sweet person like her. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-7436505061926916480?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-went-how-it-wasnt-supposed-to-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-6718773665679673742</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 11:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T03:10:35.618-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Effects of Boredom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>FFFFUUUUUU--- &gt;:(</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyrdgl5JeX1qzvjgso1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyrdgl5JeX1qzvjgso1_400.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:10.2pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I made this one out of boredom. Sucks, right? Yeah, I know.. I know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The continuing two to three-hour daily rotational brownouts in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;General Santos City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; and in other key cities in Mindanao will not likely end any time soon after the island's power deficit rose to 159 megawatts on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The National Grid Corp. of the Philippines said Mindanao grid's available capacity had dropped to 1,021 MWs from the 1,094 MWs generated by the existing operational power resources last Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Source: Google)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We are having daily rotating brownout due to power shortage caused by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;El Nino since the first week of February. During the first two weeks, the brownout here in our area was every 2 hours, from 7 to 9 in the evening. Yet, this Monday and Tuesday, the brownout took 8 hours, from 9 in the morning until 5 in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.2pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Many business owners here in the city started complaining with how the brownout affects their livelihood. It affects ours too because everything we have in our house are all electrical equipments from our rice cooker to our burner. Well, I am so glad that we didn't have a brownout this morning. I hope we will be back to two-hour rotating brownout. That, we can take but not 8 hours of no air condition or at least electric fan to think the weather is extremely hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.2pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 10.2pt; text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I’m sick and tired of it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 10.2pt; text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 10.2pt; text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;El Nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, when will you leave us alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much love, &lt;b&gt;C H A R i Z&lt;/b&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/1866939354667439723-6718773665679673742?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/03/ffffuuuuuu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-7668572329709619592</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 10:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T02:54:47.258-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Friendship VS. Love :|</title><description>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have been through a very tough week lately, too much drama, too many worries, too many pain in the a$s. I almost had a breakdown at school today. But I'm still happy 'cause right now, I know there are still other people who care and make me happy. I guess they're the real friends I've been trying to find for a long time. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GAHH!&lt;/b&gt; I've been thinking way too much. I act so gay sometimes, I know. &lt;b&gt;HAHA!&lt;/b&gt; Does my "gayness" bother you? Deal with it. Ok, whatever.. I'm such a bad moodswinger. I'm just trying to be optimistic despite the talk we had this afternoon. It felt like hell, my very close girl friend, my very close guy friend and I talked at the Law School in front of the canteen after MAPEH time... So here's my point: My girl friend likes my guy friend and my guy friend likes me, but also likes my girl friend. The feelings are mutual and it bothers me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn’t that weird? I sure hope you're getting me here. It's like this.. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;GUY likes GIRL likes GUY likes ME likes GUY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; =)) I suck at presentations and stuff, lol. Sorry. It's like, 11:30 in the evening -- 30 minutes before midnight. I can't think properly. Please bear with me. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;*scratches head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;OKAYYYYYYYY…&lt;/b&gt; Anyhoo, let's skip to the chase. GIRL made the GUY choose between the two of us because she can't handle it, matagal na daw siyang nagdududa dun sa guy, and it breaks her heart every time she sees us so happy together. The reason why she called for a talk because she wanted to clear things up, she told us that she’s already sick and tired of worrying... &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?!&lt;/b&gt; The guy chose me over her. :| I wasn't really expecting that at all. I was starting to get furious. I will always choose y friend over him, he broke my friend’s heart. Tanga niya talaga! Eff you see kay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the girl went downstairs, upset and all that. Then she began telling false stories to his guy friends which made me really REALLY mad&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; She began telling people that my guy friend and I were going steady.. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;WHICH IS REALLY WRONG!&lt;/b&gt; I hate chismis ever so much. :|&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;GOSHDANGIT, will be adding, elaborating and explain stuff tomorrow. Kwhatever, I'm not okay, I'm so loaded tonight. So many things are goin' on up there. :| I'm so sleepy. Blahblahblah. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;ASDFGHJKL.&lt;/b&gt; Nighty night bloggy, I will always love you. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-7668572329709619592?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/03/friendship-vs-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-8882014935977069934</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T07:34:39.685-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>March 1, 2010. ;)</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Hey, blog! I'm here, still alive and breathing air. I was just.. I mean, I have been really really REALLY busy. You missed me? &lt;i&gt;:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm using my mom's cellphone to text since I still don't have any phone right now. I'm not quite sure when will I get my own phone, I'm still saving up for a new one, and I tell you.. Saving up will probably take me 'til next year! HAHA, it's not easy to save y'know, especially for me, I always get tempted to buy useless things, so I've decided to keep my savings in a piggy bank. (Yeah, I know piggy banks are sooooo last decade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;[[ TAGALOG , BISAYA , ENGLISHH ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, someone just made me smile thiissssss big, haha! He's a friend, a really close guy friend. We share the same interests, we both like the same genre of music, we love the same bands, I can relate to his life stories, he can also relate to mine.. Not only that, he knows that I like him, and I know that he likes me, too. HAHA! :"&gt; Yeah, whatever, pero hanggang 'dun nalang yun kasi alam kong may girlfriend na siya, and I should know my limits. He always makes me smile, but tonight, he made me smile even bigger! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'mma share the conversation we had a while ago:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; {gm} I love you as much as I love brownouts. (GM yan, obviouslyy..)&lt;br /&gt;Him: How come na nagustuhan mo ang brownouts? ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Sarcastically speaking.. HAHA! Musta?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Haha, kaya nga eh. Um, okay lang naman, ikaw? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Okay lang rin, mejo gutom. Haha! Ano trip naten?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Soundtrip, jan po? Ay, pa-expire na pala ako. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Ahh, too bad. 'Di ka na magpapaload? :)&lt;br /&gt;Him: Umm, wala ng maloadan dito eh. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Awwww.. Too bad XD)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Ahh, tama.. Hindi ko namalayan ang oras, 10PM na pala. :))&lt;br /&gt;Him: WTF?! 10PM na pala? HAHA! Hindi ko namalayan, katext kasi kita eh. :)) Uy, nag'ggm ako sa number na ito, okey lang? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Lol, whatever! You and your punchlines. Ayos lang basta kung may nag'reply na iba, mama ko na yun. Okey? HAHA! Hayaan mo na, 'wag mo ng replyan.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ahhhh, okey okey. :D Uyy, Isle* daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Haha! Lol, Miming* daw. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: LMAO! Pag-sure Chang oi. Ask lang, kayo pa rin ba ni Devil*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Eto na, patindi ng patindi..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Haa? Hindi, matagal na kami wala nun, hindi mo ba alam?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ahh, talaga? Sorry, wala ka kasing sinasabi eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Ay, ganun? Hindi ka rin kasi nagtatanong, hehe. ;P&lt;br /&gt;Him: Sure. Umm, Chang, tulungan daw kita kay Isle*, hehe. Okey lang sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Huh? Ba't siya magpapatulong sayo? If he really likes me, then he won't be needing anyone else's help. D'ba? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ah, feeling niya kasi hate mo siya.. Tsaka yun din yung feeling ko sa sarili ko. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; What? So, feeling mo, hate rin kita? :/&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeahhhhh, ganun na nga. I feel like I'm one of those boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Anong pinagsasabi mo? Give me one reason for me to hate you.. I mean, we're friends d'ba? You've been acting weird, may problema ka?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ohh, right. Wala. Sorry Chang ha? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Huh? Bakit ka naman nagso'sorry? ;/&lt;br /&gt;Him: Wala lang, basta basta basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Come on, tell me.. Pa'no kita mafo'forgive niyan kung hindi ko alam kung bakit ka nagso'sorry? :)) HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I'm starting to get annoyed, hindi ko lang sinasabi. Isa sa pinaka'ayaw ko ay ang, BINIBITIN. I mean, WHY CAN'T YOU TELL ME WHY?! Gosh. Para yun lang nga eh, ganun ba talaga kahirap sagutin yun? Anywaaays..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Kasi nagka'feelings ako sayo kahit na may girlfriend na ako. Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; (OMGWTF WHAT AM I GOING TO ANSWER?!) Ahh, ganun ba? @__@ Ayos lang ah, sus.. Wala yun, dapat sa gf mo ikaw mag'sorry! &lt;b&gt;JK&lt;/b&gt; XD Tutal, crush lang naman e, d'ba? Pwhaha! =)) Crush din naman kita, alam mo na yun.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Um, hehe.. Kaya nga eh. :) Love you gid Chang ba, kahit anong mangyari. Payakap nga? HAHA! Mmm.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; ILYAAF, Dudz* 'Di ka pa matutulog? *hugss.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Sige, tulog na tayo. Goodnight Chang! ILY &amp;amp; IMY. Mwaa! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; = not their real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ayun.. HAHA! Share ko lang, eto rin oh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kaninang hapon.&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Si Chang 'to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Hindi, mama niya to! XD&lt;br /&gt;Him: Aaah, ganun ba? Pakisabi nalang po na miss ko na siya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt;Aww, :"&gt; Miss ka na rin daw niya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-8882014935977069934?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-1-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-9155354552598913632</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-25T18:51:48.932-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Biggest mistake in my life.. Yeah, &amp; that would be YOU. :]</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I just had to speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you know that you're one of the best I had. Thank you so for being the&lt;i&gt; "best"&lt;/i&gt; part of my &lt;b&gt;2009&lt;/b&gt;. But this is it, this is goodbye. Thank you for the sacrifices, the love, the everything. Thanks for making me feel special. But I'm sorry, I have to let go of you, I have to set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsama kayong dalawa. You both look&lt;i&gt; reaaaaaaaaally&lt;/i&gt; good together, trust me. Bagay na bagay kayo, swear. No sarcasm involved here. &lt;b&gt;XD XD&lt;/b&gt; Wala na siyang ibang ginawa kundi ang magalit, manlibak at mag-selos. I can't blame her, haha! Whatever. I'm sick and tired of your accusations, your bullshits and your lies, I already had more than enough. Napaka-tanga ko talaga, my friends never fail to remind me that. I was the biggest loser, and you were my biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I loved you, right? I put so much faith in you pero binalewala mo lang yun lahat. If I'd be given the opportunity to talk to her, I would, just to let her know how &lt;i&gt;LUCKY&lt;/i&gt; she is to have you. Haha!&lt;b&gt; :)) &lt;/b&gt;Kahit ilang beses mo na siyang ni-reject, tinatanggap ka pa rin niya. Nakakatawa, baka kayo nga talagang dalawa ang destined sa isa't-isa. Don't worry, from now on, hindi na ako maghahabol sa'yo. If that's what you call it. &lt;b&gt;:|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the &lt;b&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/b&gt; distraction in my life. Oh, no wait.. Facebook is my biggest distraction. :)) Kidding aside, tingnan mo nga, yung reputasyon ko sa school, sirang-sira na ng dahil sa'yo.. Hahaha! But it’s fine,&lt;b&gt; IT'S FINE&lt;/b&gt;. :-j It just proves na I’ve sacrificed a lot just for you. I should really focus on my studies right now, you're the main reason why I always fail in class. You're the main reason why I skip my meals, why I lack hours of sleep, why I forget to do my homeworks. :| loljk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero trust me, I am fine. I'm doing great, I can do this, I can handle this myself. I just realized that I don't need you anymore. Excuse me, nakamove-on na ako. HAHA! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don't get me wrong.. I don’t hate you, it’s just that, I have to respect my feelings this time. Ughhh! Okay, what was I thinking? Why did I even like you in the first place? You're arrogant, snob, and so manhid. I don’t even know why I was attracted to you. HAHA! Sorry 'bout that. Am I being too frank here? I guess I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had never met you. Then there would be no need to impress you. No need to want you. No need to love you. No need for crying over you. No need for heartbreaks. No need for pain or tears. No need for forgotten promises. No need for rejected hugs. No need for crying myself to sleep. No need for acting like you care. &lt;i&gt;NO NEED, FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.&lt;/i&gt; :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm glad I met a person like you. Because you're the one who loved me for being the real me. The one who listened. The one who stayed up late just to talk about the random-est shit ever. You're the one who I told secrets to. The one who taught me new things. The one who laughed at my bad jokes. The one who did things, just for me. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhhh, THIS IS GOODBYE. I'm done with you. No regrets, no more pain. I am soooo glad I let that all out. I hope you read this. At sana, matamaan ka ng bonggang-bongga. ;) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; The thing you both did last night was really annoying. Nananadya yata kayo, e? HAHA! Well.. Guess what? It never worked. Haha! ;) xx You should be really happy because I took time to make a note just for you. XD XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-9155354552598913632?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/02/biggest-mistake-in-my-life-yeah-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-1438161105670246660</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T13:49:50.192-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Prom: Is anyone excited?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;The warm weather we have been experiencing this past week is an indicator of many things, but to senior students everywhere, it’s the official start of the countdown to prom and graduation.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prom&lt;/b&gt; is most definitely an event that many students have been looking forward to for quite some time; some throughout their entire high school careers. There is a great deal that goes into prom preparation, especially for girls; it takes some girls months to pick out the right dress, but of course that is just the tip of the iceberg. Upon picking out the perfect prom dress, the focus then shifts to finding shoes that match the dress, then hair and makeup. To say the least, prom preparation can be a &lt;i&gt;hectic time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can the preparation for prom be hectic, but it can also be a little pricey, which is why it is important to shop around before making a definitive purchase, whether it be your prom dress or prom shoes. Even if you think you found the perfect dress and shoes for you at a store it is very important to remember to shop around before settling down on a purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As prom season inches upon us,&lt;/b&gt; while physical stores are hiking their prices up to take advantage of people who have waited until a reasonable time to begin shopping for their prom dress, making finding the perfect dress at an affordable price a great reality. In addition to prom dresses and shoes, you can also find a great deal of prom advice online, such as makeup and hair tips, which will definitely come in handy if you are doing your hair and makeup yourself.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How to prepare a perfect prom dress for 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.) Begin Looking Early&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start looking for your 2010 prom dress a few months before the event. Not only will you be able to leisurely take your time looking, you will also have less competition for the perfect dress (when you finally find it!) and have plenty of time for fittings and alterations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.) Surf For Savings and Styles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying a 2010 prom dress can be a hectic and stressful experience as the event draws closer. But, if you follow the tips above and plan your steps carefully, you can find the perfect 2010 prom dress that will make everyone around you (including your date!) gasp at how great you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.) Try Them All&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 2010 prom dress will look differently when you wear it than it looks in a picture or sitting on a hanger. Your body type and your individual curves will often dictate whether a dress will look stunning or frumpy. Try as many 2010 prom dresses on as possible to get a good idea of what elements of the dress work with your body style and which do not. Encourage the salespeople to give their insight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://www.zimbio.com/&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/1866939354667439723-1438161105670246660?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/02/prom-is-anyone-excited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-2755756330519968015</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T12:13:37.965-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie Flicks</category><title>Movies to watch out for in 2010.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are a lot of great movies to watch out for this 2010, I already got my eye on those awesome movies. This is my personal list, these movies are mostly &lt;b&gt;big on effects&lt;/b&gt; -- I'm a sucker of great movie effects, since I’m really into that when in comes to choosing the films I watch. I'm definitely gonna watch them all! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see, I'm not really into action-packed movies for I am a girl, well not really. I'm more of an &lt;i&gt;adventure-slash-fairytalerainbowunicorn-slash-comedy&lt;/i&gt; type of girl. Okay, that was really random. ;/ &lt;u&gt;Anywaaaaaaaaaaaays&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;These are my Top 5 Must-see Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l192/chearth/mac_screenshot2.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 382px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/b&gt; - From Walt Disney Pictures and visionary director Tim Burton comes an epic 3D fantasy adventure Alice In Wonderland, a magical and imaginative twist on some of the most beloved stories of all time. Johnny Depp stars as the Mad Hatter and Mia Wasikowska as 19-year-old Alice, who returns to the whimsical world she first encountered as a young girl, reuniting with her childhood friends: the White Rabbit, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, the Dormouse, the Caterpillar, the Cheshire Cat, and of course, the Mad Hatter. Alice embarks on a fantastical journey to find her true destiny and end the Red Queen’s reign of terror. The all-star cast also includes Anne Hathaway, Helene Bonham Carter and Crispin Glover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l192/chearth/mac_screenshot.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief &lt;/b&gt;- It’s the 21st century, but the gods of Mount Olympus and assorted monsters have walked out of the pages of high school student Percy Jackson’s Greek mythology texts and into his life. And they’re not happy: Zeus’ lightning bolt has been stolen, and Percy is the prime suspect. Even more troubling is the sudden disappearance of Percy’s mother. As Percy finds himself caught between angry and battling gods, he and his friends embark on a cross-country adventure to catch the true lightning thief, save Percy’s mom, and unravel a mystery more powerful than the gods themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l192/chearth/mac_screenshot3.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 384px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/b&gt; - Paramount Pictures and Marvel Entertainment present the highly anticipated sequel to the blockbuster film based on the legendary Marvel Super Hero "Iron Man", reuniting director Jon Favreau and Oscar nominee Robert Downey Jr. In "Iron Man 2", the world is aware that billionaire inventor Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) is the armored Super Hero Iron Man. Under pressure from the government, the press and the public to share his technology with the military, Tony is unwilling to divulge the secrets behind the Iron Man armor because he fears the information will slip into the wrong hands. With Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow), and James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Don Cheadle) at his side, Tony forges new alliances and confronts powerful new forces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l192/chearth/mac_screenshot4.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 385px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus&lt;/b&gt; - The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus is a fantastical morality tale, set in the present-day. It tells the story of Dr. Parnassus and his extraordinary ‘Imaginarium’, a travelling show where members of the audience get an irresistible opportunity to choose between light and joy or darkness and gloom. Blessed with the extraordinary gift of guiding the imaginations of others, Doctor Parnassus is cursed with a dark secret. An inveterate gambler, thousands of years ago he made a bet with the devil, Mr. Nick, in which he won immortality. Centuries later, on meeting his one true love, Dr. Parnassus made another deal with the devil, trading his immortality for youth, on condition that when his daughter reached her 16th birthday, she would become the property of Mr Nick. Valentina is now rapidly approaching this ‘coming of age’ milestone and Dr. Parnassus is desperate to protect her from her impending fate. Mr. Nick arrives to collect but, always keen to make a bet, renegotiates the wager. Now the winner of Valentina will be determined by whoever seduces the first five souls. Enlisting a series of wild, comical and compelling characters in his journey, Dr. Parnassus promises his daughter’s hand in marriage to the man that helps him win. In this captivating, explosive and wonderfully imaginative race against time, Dr. Parnassus must fight to save his daughter in a never-ending landscape of surreal obstacles – and undo the mistakes of his past once and for all!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l192/chearth/mac_screenshot5.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 382px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/b&gt; - In a dynamic new portrayal of Arthur Conan Doyle’s most famous characters, “Sherlock Holmes” sends Holmes and his stalwart partner Watson on their latest challenge. Revealing fighting skills as lethal as his legendary intellect, Holmes will battle as never before to bring down a new nemesis and unravel a deadly plot that could destroy the country.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are just some of the movies I am looking forward to this year, I would also love to watch &lt;b&gt;The Last Airbender.&lt;/b&gt; When I first saw the movie trailer, I was like, "OMG!". My childhood flashed right before my very eyes. Avatar was one of my favorites! I just hope I could watch all of them in 3D! That would be great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;More, more more..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Messengers: Scarecrow 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear John&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tooth Fairy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Runaways&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eclipse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Crazies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you made your 2010 must-see movie list?&lt;/u&gt; ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-2755756330519968015?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-to-watch-out-for-in-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-5716399706954428442</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T11:22:07.847-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music Tripping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paramore</category><title>Reality Check.</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A63VwWz1ij0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A63VwWz1ij0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;What do you guys think of the music video?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paramore.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paramore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has done it again! I swear, this is the best band ever. I mean.. Hayley's voice is just undeniably beautiful. This and &lt;u&gt;"Playing God"&lt;/u&gt; are my favorites from "Brand New Eyes" album. But this song is the best! Awesome song, great energy. And oh, by the way, Hayley's hair looks pretty here. She can rock all hair colors. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M U S I C  V I D E O  R E V I E W ;;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Seems to be a story about a girl being betrayed and learning to defend herself. The story appears to start in verse 3 and verse 1 is more of a summary of the whole song. She's ripping &lt;i&gt;butterflies wings&lt;/i&gt;, etc, may be a reference to the&lt;b&gt; fragility of innocence&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;anger&lt;/b&gt; directed at herself after being betrayed, possibly in a sexual relationship (since the reference to the wolf, which is traditionally a male sexual image). However the metaphor is mixed in some ways: the wolf of red riding hood would match the &lt;u&gt;betrayal&lt;/u&gt;, but them there is the prince of Cinderella, the moment when her dreams should have come true, the clock struck twelve and she saw the situation clearly instead. Then the image of the wolf changes again, it's added to the 3 little pigs wolf now and joins the story of building a house brick by boring brick. As the story goes the brick house was unable to be brought down the by huffing and puffing, which couls mean the &lt;i&gt;"sweet nothings"&lt;/i&gt; of a young romance or even the huffing and puffing of a sexual relationship. So the girl learns, tears the last pieces of fragility away to protect herself and begins to build a stronger mental defence against he betrayals of the world - brick by boring brick - since she clearly isn't enjoying the experience. :/&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think about it, the video has a good moral even though it's semi-disturbing -- I don't really get the burying-the-child part of the music video. Basing on the lyrical content and the video, it means stop living in fantasy and face reality. In short terms &lt;b&gt;"Reality Check"&lt;/b&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-5716399706954428442?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-check.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-108888658220169828</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T10:55:59.069-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Apology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Gomenasai.</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Gaah! &lt;/b&gt;@___@ I'm really really &lt;i&gt;reallyyyyy&lt;/i&gt; sorry for doing such a childish thing. :( Dang it, I should learn how to be contented on what I have. I promise you I'll never gonna do it again. I'm sorry. &lt;u&gt;*wallbashhh.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-108888658220169828?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/01/gomenasai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-2541984777827369193</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T10:37:51.306-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Effects of Boredom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo Manipulation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo Editing</category><title>Cameroid.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNDB-ydmRew/Sz-OSWZfJSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wBm3CgS9BFE/s1600-h/snapshot+(7)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 53px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNDB-ydmRew/Sz-OSWZfJSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wBm3CgS9BFE/s400/snapshot+(7)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422208922278634786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cameroid&lt;/b&gt; lets you extend your webcam's functionality by letting you take snapshots online and tweak them immediately with an array of tools. Apply special morphing, kaleidoscope, or lomo-like effects to your shots. When you're done tweaking, you can download and save your new image to share with your friends. Take photos with your webcam online. You can add cute and fun effects, scenes and more. Great for &lt;i&gt;IM avatars&lt;/i&gt;, or to put on your &lt;i&gt;blog&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Friendster page&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;FaceBook profile.&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are some crazy images I generated from Cameroid:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I know, this popular image editor's perfect for vain people, like myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/8z1eup.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 207px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't have a WebCam?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; You've been missing out on a whole lot of fun then.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily you can get them quite cheap nowadays. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's free and easy. &lt;u&gt;Start now!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-2541984777827369193?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2010/01/cameroid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNDB-ydmRew/Sz-OSWZfJSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wBm3CgS9BFE/s72-c/snapshot+(7)+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866939354667439723.post-9196723148340504851</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T04:33:15.741-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Formspring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Formspring.me :)</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Questions Answered&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/artmonsterr"&gt;formspring.me/artmonsterr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yep, i just taught you're in notre dame..&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;alley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naahh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best memory you ever had?&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;gheraholic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't tell, I have lotsa good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thanks for the response! i know you're in gensan but what school?&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;alley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from Mindanao Sate university - CETD, you're from here, too? Cool, no prob. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ur graphics are great! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you shop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, pero mostly sa KCC and Rob. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;totoo ba yang lollipop mu? xD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi po, ballpen lang yan. LOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How much money do you have in your wallet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to know? Only 53 pesos. I'm broke. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pwede makipag friendship&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;pancakes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;any new post on your blog? haha&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;francokristan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALA JUD, hahahaha. Blogging is tiring, I don't have any idea what to blog. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you bored to death?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pwede mo ko turuan mg edit? even in just a simple way... cuz' i don't know to use adobe photoshop..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, there are lots of tutorials you can find in the Internet. Browse, scan for tutorials with the help of Google. It's not that hard. GOODLUCK! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one thing you can't live without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD WIDE WEB.. and my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your natural hair color? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet black bby. :) I dyed my hair reddish brown last week, so yeahh.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you care? XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care about what? If I care about people, then yes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you in the first section of your school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, no. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who invented the knife?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW? Geez, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you in the first section of your school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't have what it takes to be there at the top. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where are you currently residing in Gensan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gensanville Subdivision, Bula. But, we might transfer to VS Homes next year. We're still thinking about it though. I love it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When did you start blogging?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, March 2008, I think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How tall are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, probably 5'5 or something. Not really sure. Can someone hand me a ruler? Lol, kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got questions?&lt;/i&gt; Submit your questions here --&gt; &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/artmonsterr"&gt;formspring.me/artmonsterr&lt;/a&gt;. I don't answer hate-mails and senseless questions. Thankyouverymuch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1866939354667439723-9196723148340504851?l=artmonsterr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://artmonsterr.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspringme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (art.monsterr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

