<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:42:47.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentiments Of a Forgotten Angel</title><subtitle type='html'>"...Even if everyone looks at me as a bad bitch, it doesn't mean i am one. The most crucial thing is how i treat myself not to be what others think of me. Its not my fault to be better than the others. Its someone else's fault to get insecure with me. Jealousy is an emotional disease. To my HATERS, get weLL sOOn...Ü"
-eFFie FieLLe-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-865817938934154809</id><published>2008-03-04T15:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:27:19.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASCADES - RHYTHM OF THE RAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But little does she know that when she left that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rain, please tell me now does that seem fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For her to steal my heart away when she don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can't love another when my heart's somewhere far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But little does she know that when she left that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rain won't you tell her that I love her so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh listen to the falling rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ugh, I've been very busy with school stuff lately so I wasn't able to update my blog. Anyway, you surely wouldn't want to read my posts by that time since I was so depressed during the past two months (you know, about stuff...and happenings...and most especially about the prom.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay, you probably would ask, "What's with the song?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, the first time I heard this song, I didn't appreciated it that much. But when somebody, whom I really like right now, sang it in front of me (ehem, us, rather) I finally figured out the "beauty" of the song. Thanks to him. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ha-ha! I'm not really a fan of old songs, but there are certain old songs that can still make my heart melt everytime I hear them...Rhythm of the Rain is probably included in that list. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"..The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;But little does she know that when she left that day&lt;br /&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, please tell me now does that seem fair?&lt;br /&gt;For her to steal my heart away when she don't care&lt;br /&gt;I can't love another when my heart's somewhere far away.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-865817938934154809?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/865817938934154809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=865817938934154809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/865817938934154809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/865817938934154809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/rhythm-of-rain.html' title='Rhythm of the Rain'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-1438449037238150097</id><published>2007-12-26T16:50:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:49:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Since my blog became &lt;i&gt;sooooooooooooooo&lt;/i&gt; non-existent for the past two months, i owe you guys a mile-long post. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Let's start with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;November 7, 2oo7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i can't believe i wasn't able to make a post about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;...okay, i celebrated my birthday at a Jollibee branch in festival along with 6 ten-year old kids, 4 eight-year olds, and 5 six-year olds. Jollibee was present with Grimace but Hamburglar didn't make it to the party. We played longest chain, touch the dragon's tail, and bring me. I ended up crying because my playmates won't let me join them, saying i was too big to join the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIYEMPRE JOKE LANG 'YON!!!...ASA NAMAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Back to reality (as if i dreamed about that..), i woke up around 5am and did my usual routine. And as usual, i didn't read the messages in my cellphone until i was already seated in our van. And the first one to greet me is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Patrick (with a time record of 12:10 am)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*clap,clap,clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I arrived at school and was welcomed by warm greetings from my beloved classmates. (i so love you guys.^^,) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As for the gifts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Alyzza gave me a bracelet (which i've always wanted..&lt;strong&gt;thanks!&lt;/strong&gt; ^^,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Joyce gave me The Click Five's newest album, Modern Minds and Pastimes!!!!!!!! (I was actually eyeing and drooling over this cd since the day we watched click five's concert in atc. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS A LOT!&lt;/strong&gt; ^^,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Norlan gave me a lollipop..(&lt;strong&gt;thanks dude!&lt;/strong&gt; ^^,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And also, &lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt; to III Faraday, who made an effort to sing me a birthday song. I.Was.Touched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And as always, this day's a blast! I really love celebrating birthdays..too bad, birthday means aging. Can i just, you know, celebrate birthdays &lt;i&gt;without growing old?..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just asking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;November 29, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;III-FEYNMAN WON BEST COSTUME IN THE SPEECH CHOIR COMPETITION AND DECLARED AS CHAMPION...OVERALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(NO POST about this?! I'm such a loser!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..and &lt;strong&gt;I REALLY AM PROUD OF IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After weeks of hardships and trials, we brought home the bacon, eggs, bread, cheese, cereals, milk, and jjamppong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA..!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And again, i'm proud to say, &lt;i&gt;i so love my section&lt;/i&gt;. I played a major role..(there were 8 of us, including Nicko.) I portrayed LUST..one of the seven deadly sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We had a jjamppong (the newly declared favorite food of Feynman) party in our classroom..or shall i say, THEY had a jjamppong party. Huhu..too bad, i wasn't able to join them because my uncle picked me up in school. (camp is cancelled due to Trillanes' stupid coup d’état.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;as for the video of our performance, i have a copy. Just approach me (approach=cry,beg,kneel,bleed..) and i'll hand it over to you. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, did i already say how much i love our section? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooookay,&lt;/em&gt; i'll cut my post short. Too long posts might discourage the readers from reading them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------end of November--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-1438449037238150097?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1438449037238150097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=1438449037238150097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/1438449037238150097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/1438449037238150097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/12/comeback.html' title='The Comeback'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-5004703136206345696</id><published>2007-12-26T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:04:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black and White Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I place my fingers on the keys,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep my mind at ease.&lt;br /&gt;With trembling hands I tried to play,&lt;br /&gt;The music you and I used to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes as I hear myself,&lt;br /&gt;Playing the sweet tune that fills the air.&lt;br /&gt;Though lachrymose as it seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;I kept playing on, lost in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every note and every beat,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me only reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;Of a once great love story doomed to an early end,&lt;br /&gt;A fairytale that never really had a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day that you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I swore to myself never to play the piano again.&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, touching the black and white keys,&lt;br /&gt;Because from now and then on, it will only be the piano and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you I’ll keep on playing,&lt;br /&gt;With or without you the world will keep on turning.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened in the past remains unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;And forever will it be hidden in the notes of our music sheet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..this was actually the poem i made during our English time wherein the topic is &lt;i&gt;"the thing that inspires you the most."&lt;/i&gt; Out of all the poems i made, this is my favorite. Somebody asked me, "why the piano?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And i just answered, "'coz i use to play it for someone who really inspires me...before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"yeah,that someone left me just as i was about to finish playing our favorite song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"So you never touched the piano again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I just played it last week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my BIG realization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;just because you lost your inspiration, doesn't mean you have to stop doing something you enjoy the most. Move on, you don't need a someone to make your life worth living especially if that someone will only be there for a short period of time. You can always look at yourself as an inspiration. And really, there is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; difference between playing the piano for an inspiration and playing the piano as an inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(hope you like the poem.^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-5004703136206345696?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5004703136206345696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=5004703136206345696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/5004703136206345696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/5004703136206345696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/12/black-and-white-keys.html' title='Black and White Keys'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-6963968519901933632</id><published>2007-10-30T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:04:55.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ragnarök (n)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in Norse mythology, the final destruction of the gods in a great battle against the forces of evil, after which a new world will arise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valkyrie (n)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;handmaid escorting dead to Valhalla: in Norse mythology, on of the twelve handmaids of Odin who ride their horses over the field of battle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I spent my first whole week playing Ragnarok, and only Raganrok alone. It became a lot better since it’s already for free. Yes, it’s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-R-E-E!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Actually, the so-called BI Miguel was the one who informed me about it. I already experienced playing Ragnarok when I was in grade five, but I wasn’t able to continue it since it requires level-up cards to be able to play the game which can be bought for 20 pesos, 50 pesos, 100 pesos and so on (not to mention the internet card I still have to buy since it is an online game and we were only using dial-up at that time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;At first, I was hesitant to play the game. But when Miguel told me that Alyzza is already playing that game, I decided to give Valkyrie (the free Ragnarok server) a try. When Alyzza arrived in school, I immediately approached her and asked if I can borrow the installer cd. Problem is, it was Patrick’s cd and I can’t, I won’t and I don’t want to ask permission from him. I mean, I’m in the process of pretending I don’t know him and then, here I am, asking permission if I can borrow his cd? Whoa, that doesn’t sound right, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Luckily, Alyzza agreed to cover me up. She told Patrick that she forgot his cd at home and promised to bring it tomorrow. In short, I only have 24 hours to install it in our pc or else playing Ragnarok will forever be a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I experienced a lot of obstacles, hindrances and flaws (like unable to Register, lost password, unregistered account even though I'm already registered, and the constant hanging of our computer everytime I try to play the game) before I had the chance to play the game. Maybe, these are the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIGNS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Evil Approaching! Hah! I was already on the verge of tears and losing hope when a miracle happened. It worked! I was finally able to play the game. Cheers! ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Right now, I'm in Prontera and fighting Rockers. The usual "lag" of the game..boo! By the way, my character's a mage, only level 26 (wait 'til it gets 40! Ü) and her name's &lt;strong&gt;MuncHkinS_12&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So that's it for my not-so-productive sembreak. Alyzza, thank you so much! Miguel, you are a demon! A certified B.I.! haha, peace out. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ToOdLeS! &lt;em&gt;^__^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pahabol, nasabi ko na kay Patrick na hiniram ko sa kanya ung cd. Hindi naman siya nagalit. Tinanong niya lang bakit hindi daw ako nagpaalam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pake mo?!Ü Thanks anyway.Ü"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o_O&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/3692433578686298895-6963968519901933632?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6963968519901933632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=6963968519901933632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6963968519901933632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6963968519901933632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-latest-addiction.html' title='My Latest Addiction'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-2548199430645441140</id><published>2007-10-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:45:43.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Sunday ever. Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yesterday was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday ever!&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, Lior and I watched Click Five’s concert in ATC. Ü&lt;br /&gt;I’m ecstatic, overjoyed, euphoric, elated, I’m on cloud nine!!!&lt;br /&gt;It’s the best..i mean the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert I’ve ever watched in my entire life! (Well aside from the battle of the bands in which my cousins joined last year, well you cannot classify them as concerts, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigod, omigod, OH.MY.GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Five is &lt;em&gt;sooooooo&lt;/em&gt; cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love the vocalist, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kyle Patrick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Oh crap! Just disregard his last name, okay? T.T )&lt;br /&gt;He’s talented, he’s handsome, he’s charismatic, he’s good in singing, he’s good in guitars, he’s cool, he’s kind (think so..Ü) He’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love him..I love him..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE HIM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll marry him if I can..hahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;He’s just the guy I’m looking for..Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the concert, things went back as they were before.&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reality sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today, still in a state of euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;Its like I’m drunk yet ecstatic. I even brought my camera so I can watch Click Five’s videos over and over again and look at Kyle’s pics anytime.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Want a pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cry me a river.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ü&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/3692433578686298895-2548199430645441140?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2548199430645441140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=2548199430645441140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/2548199430645441140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/2548199430645441140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-sunday-ever.html' title='Best Sunday ever. Ü'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-6174280410631266512</id><published>2007-10-05T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:13:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life as a student (part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Some things in this world &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; change..&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, some things &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Captain Niobe (Matrix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember how frightened and anxious I was when I first stepped my foot in Munsci. It was my parents’ decision to take the entrance exam in this school and I was obliged to pass it. Besides, my sister passed the test and is currently in her junior year. If not for my friends, I would never enter this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I figured out that it’s really hard to make friends…especially to complete strangers. I was sure enough that I really looked stupid grinning at them and introducing myself. Luckily, Joyce, Tatum, and I belong to one section, Arrhenius. And that was the start of our freshmen year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After a month or so, we were able to make a lot of friends (though we’re not sure who among them are true.). Assignments are starting to pile up and I’m trying to cope up with the difficult lessons the teachers are introducing to us. We’ve been very busy with practices, assignments, seatworks, quizzes, summatives, tests, rehearsals, contests, camps, you name them all. It was a fast track. My sister's right. A lot of courage, patience and strength is needed for you to survive in that school (more like a hell to me..=p).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But what makes freshmen year, the best year I’ve undergone so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aside from the fact that our section is the coolest, naughtiest and definitely the most barbaric section (not to mention, the section with the dirtiest room..Ü) among all first years, we also experienced falling in love for the first time in our lives. And for me, this gave much excitement and color in my high school life. With all those dreams and promises vowed to each other, I felt like HE was the one I’ve been waiting for. HE was the one who’s really meant for me. And I must admit, I had the greatest time of my life when I’m with him. Though I shed a lot of tears because of arguments and misunderstandings, I never regretted it. I was happy. He was happy. We were both happy…and I’m contented in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..to be continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&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/3692433578686298895-6174280410631266512?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6174280410631266512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=6174280410631266512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6174280410631266512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6174280410631266512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-life-as-student-part-i.html' title='my life as a student (part I)'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-7569131278660333193</id><published>2007-09-26T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T05:47:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I've been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; busy this week so i wasn't able to update my blog. A lot of things happened actually, but due to hectic schedules and jingle rehearsals, i wasn't able to share it with you. It just so happens that we didn't have practice today so i immediately grabbed the chance to make a new post in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Events that happened or will happen this week (or maybe last week, can't remember.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*drum rolls please...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MSHS Chorale won 2nd runner-up in U.P. Musikapella last Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- A big round of applause for the choir! Though we heard some people at the back say "we don't even know you..." HAH! As if WE know YOU!!! As for us, we already made a name last Sunday..too bad, YOUR school remains UNKNOWN..hahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Science Jingle Practices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- This is the most challenging and most tiring of all. Just last week, we composed songs about science clubbing (theme is, science clubbing towards a more science-conscious citizenry.) and made various dance steps. It was hard. With all the lessons we still have to study at home and tons of homeworks, we really had a hard time scheduling practices for the jingle. We just hope we'll win this contest in Friday. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open-forum (exclusive for Feynman students only)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- This proved to be veeeeeeeeeeeeeery dramatic. I didn't expect that some of the boys will cry during the open-forum. I also cried. But after that, things went pretty well. I can say that we already created a friendship worth keeping. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I slashed my wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- Don't ask me why. I'm depressed. And I didn't slashed my wrists just to get other people's attention. I'm not that STUPID. For those who wonder WHY i did it, well, here's my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ever felt like you're crushed, emotionally and mentally? Like everything inside you hurts so badly and you can't do anything to make the pain go away? Worse, you don't know what's the reason for that sudden depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And then i tried hurting myself physically. I thought that maybe, just maybe, the emotional pain can somehow be supressed by the physical pain i'm going to feel. Its quite effective though. Ü..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-7569131278660333193?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7569131278660333193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=7569131278660333193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/7569131278660333193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/7569131278660333193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-650173794589626931</id><published>2007-09-12T03:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:33:55.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it SUCKS to fall inlove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I'm&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sooooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stupid!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what went wrong or what happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt like I'm falling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling....&lt;br /&gt;falling.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling......&lt;br /&gt;falling for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wasn’t so sure about it..&lt;br /&gt;But now, just now, things have been clearer to me..&lt;br /&gt;My instincts were right..&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; already falling for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……..!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?! Should I obey my feelings or wait until the feeling subsides?! How can I stop myself from falling deeply inlove?!&lt;br /&gt;Worse, he’s my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASSMATE!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(&lt;/&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; now, I spilled the beans..T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I don’t stand a single chance against my rival, which also happens to be his crush (or maybe &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;..), maybe i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;should&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;wrong..i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forget all about this love &lt;i&gt;thingy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And besides, he only sees me as a friend..&lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;, nothing &lt;i&gt;less..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I’m already contented in that..&lt;em&gt;for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling will evaporate real soon.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling desperately and hopelessly inlove (not to mention, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wasted&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) had long been removed in my dictionary (along with &lt;em&gt;“sorry”, “promise”, “I’m waiting/I’ll wait for you”, “I love you so much”..&lt;/em&gt;blah blah blah..for me, they’re &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lies! T.T)&lt;br /&gt;I even swore that I’ll never allow myself to get stuck in this situation again..&lt;br /&gt;But here I am once again, (for the &lt;em&gt;umpteenth&lt;/em&gt; time) hangin’ like a fool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, falling inlove really sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all of these stupidity..i still&lt;em&gt; looooooooooooooooooove&lt;/em&gt; myself..&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, I’d rather fall in love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over and over again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than see myself together with millions of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;heartless &lt;u&gt;zombies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who refuse to fall in love just to &lt;em&gt;play safe&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3692433578686298895-650173794589626931?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/650173794589626931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=650173794589626931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/650173794589626931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/650173794589626931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-sucks-to-fall-inlove.html' title='it SUCKS to fall inlove'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-8185869037452672404</id><published>2007-09-11T05:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T06:31:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate rattan balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;     We played &lt;i&gt;sepak&lt;/i&gt; today...and it sucks. My skills in kicking a stupid rattan ball sucks. I've been practicing it since last week and I still haven't discovered the secrets of kicking it &lt;i&gt;correctly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The lesson that I have learned today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sepak is my biggest frustration! (Well, actually its the second most..next to my hair..=/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;     I missed 4 classes today. And i don't regret it. (Haha! COME on..! Give me a break ;p)..We went to a place called GLEE CHEM (what the?! never heard of that freakin' place..) and bought some hexane and ethanol (as in grabe! nakakahilo yung ethanol! adik, pare!). Too bad, we went back early and still got the chance to attend the last class..ugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;     So that's all for this day..Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;P.S. Joyce &amp; Ken: Congrats! You made it this far..Ü..wishin' you the best..i mean, the BEST!..Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-8185869037452672404?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8185869037452672404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=8185869037452672404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/8185869037452672404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/8185869037452672404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-rattan-balls.html' title='i hate rattan balls'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-4105569784493104640</id><published>2007-09-01T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:51:15.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the "S" word..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lately, I’ve been using the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“STUPID”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a couple of times. For instance, when I get irritated in some things (like answering worksheets in chemistry), I’ll just say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“stupid worksheet!”&lt;/span&gt;…automatically. Haha! Isn’t it..weird? Like, I’ll just say the “S” word without even thinking about it (though I don’t really mean it at times.) Maybe it became my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;mannerism&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to say that word…&lt;br /&gt;Wrong…&lt;br /&gt;Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just a mannerism. I think it’s an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abnormality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Coz I’ve been associating that word to any noun (I mean, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;) that pops into my mind. Haha, guess I should control myself because it might get me into trouble. I don’t want to lose friends just because I told them that they’re stupid! (Wait, I don’t mean it okay? Just for the sake of having an example..Ü) On the other side, I want to use it in front of my enemies and to those I dislike just to, you know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;insult them to &lt;u&gt;death.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*devilish laugh*&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/3692433578686298895-4105569784493104640?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4105569784493104640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=4105569784493104640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/4105569784493104640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/4105569784493104640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/09/lately-ive-been-using-word-stupid.html' title='the &quot;S&quot; word..'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-6777811072561706012</id><published>2007-08-20T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:42:48.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLEO HATERS [are you one of us?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLEO (noun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- came from Cleopatra. Yeah, the flirty queen of Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a word used to define individuals (most likely, girls) who can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be seen flirting with boys (regardless of the looks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- They come in different shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looks can be deceiving. Girls who seem to be passive and conservative can sometimes be cleos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr..i hate them. They are viruses. Poisons. The reason behind all broken relationships. And once a cleo entered your own "happy ending" love story, your fairytale is doomed to an end. That's the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But no matter how we try to eliminate them, they just...keep on multiplying..like viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And like viruses, they cannot live on their own. They need hosts. Preferably, men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And the sad truth? They are the ones who experience a happy-ending story by destroying the would-be happy ending of others. Quite ironic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah, guess i have to admit, i was a victim of their i'm-going-to-make-your-boyfriend-mine strategy. hahahaha. A big red &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for my naiveté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just a piece of advice for all the cleos out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You just can't keep on stealing other people's boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Act like women, and not like a cheap girls waiting to be picked up by some goons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You destroy the essence of femininty, that is, being pure and delicate, the quality of looking and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;behaving in ways conventionally thought to be appropriate for a woman or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST STOP FLIRTING AROUND AND GET YOUR OWN LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To all the cleo haters out there, i'm encouraging you to join our club [founder:Joyce]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So much for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tnx for reading my post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;dont forget to leave your comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tOOdLes!! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-6777811072561706012?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6777811072561706012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=6777811072561706012' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6777811072561706012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6777811072561706012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/08/cleo-haters-are-you-one-of-us.html' title='CLEO HATERS [are you one of us?]'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-3302244164388655820</id><published>2007-08-16T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:00:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy yet alone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2-day suspension..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;yeah..great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;at least i can get enough sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we still have tests in chem and journ..(the most stupid subjects..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i hate them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;what's so special with those subjects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;why do they have to separate their schedules from others?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;arrrggg..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lets just change the topic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;its been a while since i last felt this feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the feeling of being happy yet alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i just wish i have someone whom i could share this happiness with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so that's all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-3302244164388655820?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3302244164388655820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=3302244164388655820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/3302244164388655820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/3302244164388655820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-yet-alone.html' title='happy yet alone..'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-6171565617721098436</id><published>2007-08-12T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:04:08.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pressure...stress...tests...low grades...shit...T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;waahhh..andming ggwin...huhu...mxado nq nsstress..nkkpressure..!! anyway, mgppbroadband n kme nxt wik kya mas mrmi nqng mpopost s blog q...4 now, aral muna..hai..ge, gudluck sken..go, go go,...T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-6171565617721098436?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6171565617721098436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=6171565617721098436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6171565617721098436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/6171565617721098436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/08/pressurestresstestslow-gradesshittt.html' title='pressure...stress...tests...low grades...shit...T.T'/><author><name>Ü.i.am.marie.antoinette.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989054109164464560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://images.quizilla.com/C/Chi19/1096680661_turesblack.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692433578686298895.post-8512168225491425010</id><published>2007-08-08T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:29:37.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello! Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;wii, sa wakas..nkgwa n rin aq ng blog q..^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyway, s lht ng mgbbasa ng mga posts q in the future, iwan n rin kau ng comments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ahm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;un mga ipopost q d2, kdlasan mga sentiments ko s buhay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mron dn nmng mga kakaibang nangyre sken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;or spexal events na nangyre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;chka mga kalungqtan q s buhay..Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kya pgpsenxahan nio nlng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kung ndi nio ngus2han, wg nio nlng bsahin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;hehe...Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;un lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tOodLeS..!! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692433578686298895-8512168225491425010?l=tragic-downfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8512168225491425010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3692433578686298895&amp;postID=8512168225491425010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/8512168225491425010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692433578686298895/posts/default/8512168225491425010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-downfall.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title='hello! 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