<?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-7696539947266487723</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:52:18.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-801691530689211573</id><published>2009-08-20T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:45:35.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The letters are fading and I can't even ask for help.&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/7696539947266487723-801691530689211573?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/801691530689211573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=801691530689211573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/801691530689211573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/801691530689211573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters-are-fading-and-i-cant-even-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4695596288766437564</id><published>2009-07-17T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T04:11:36.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SmBcYC6_AyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dh1-MlShwxs/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SmBVm2P1pjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1jUtWq7ugiQ/s400/SDC12614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359377682456225330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-43300998015881383?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/43300998015881383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=43300998015881383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/43300998015881383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/43300998015881383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-goodbye.html' title='hello goodbye'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SmBVm2P1pjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1jUtWq7ugiQ/s72-c/SDC12614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7069040595003078949</id><published>2009-07-13T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:23:04.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to Love Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51g2UEGcVWL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51g2UEGcVWL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because I do! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-7069040595003078949?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7069040595003078949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7069040595003078949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7069040595003078949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7069040595003078949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-have-to-love-them.html' title='You have to Love Them'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-1788536139783323646</id><published>2009-07-13T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:52:51.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEDDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SlsgB10UzPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/f2Gp8RlIajU/s1600-h/teddyblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkYWkB4mnII/AAAAAAAAAJo/bbawqmA2erU/s400/SDC12192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351990015413361794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wouldn't eat any food if I wouldn't eat any vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;She knew so well that I wouldn't want to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;She's her own captive and what I eat is the only ransom she would take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2843554216671136400?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2843554216671136400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2843554216671136400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2843554216671136400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2843554216671136400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-vague.html' title='SUPER VAGUE!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkYWkB4mnII/AAAAAAAAAJo/bbawqmA2erU/s72-c/SDC12192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5952024271525684079</id><published>2009-06-26T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:31:14.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back to reading books :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkS-atBWZvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0toJLLom1U/s1600-h/SDC12342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkS-atBWZvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0toJLLom1U/s400/SDC12342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351611623194126066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it was over too soon&lt;br /&gt;:( HIHI! super corny! I'll see you around&lt;br /&gt;psssssh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-5952024271525684079?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5952024271525684079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5952024271525684079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5952024271525684079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5952024271525684079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-to-reading-books-d.html' title='I&apos;m back to reading books :D'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkS-atBWZvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0toJLLom1U/s72-c/SDC12342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-115814582405406592</id><published>2009-06-24T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:35:18.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classes are suspended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkLwalBr4jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMR8U01EDsU/s1600-h/SDC12378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkLwalBr4jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMR8U01EDsU/s400/SDC12378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351103646676017714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-115814582405406592?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/115814582405406592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=115814582405406592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/115814582405406592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/115814582405406592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/06/classes-are-suspended.html' title='classes are suspended'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkLwalBr4jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMR8U01EDsU/s72-c/SDC12378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3678518732586730412</id><published>2009-06-23T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:19:46.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You shouldn't have called me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG3UIp7FoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/w2Wu_iBoSQQ/s1600-h/SDC11704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG3UIp7FoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/w2Wu_iBoSQQ/s400/SDC11704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350759388841449090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3678518732586730412?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3678518732586730412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3678518732586730412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3678518732586730412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3678518732586730412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-shouldnt-have-called-me.html' title='You shouldn&apos;t have called me'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG3UIp7FoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/w2Wu_iBoSQQ/s72-c/SDC11704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-1666244082300226193</id><published>2009-04-14T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:06:10.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SHOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Everyone is scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HOW CAN I BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm so far away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY WAS (since it's like 11:30 pm)  PTC DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;..... getting of cards, I wouldn't have known if I didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'t go online and see multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HOLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;COW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HAHAHAHA &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know my grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll just pretend they're good and perhaps ignore the fact that I might have summer school&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( Micah told me they give you letters if you'll have one but I didn't get one. Maybe that's a good sign? HAHA BUT IT'S THE FOURTH QUARTER. I'll never know. AAAAAND I didn't pass my c.l project the 100 point one since it's kinda kasjdhaskjdhk you know like whatever )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt;I'll figure it out in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt; May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SeSzFSsEDjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GNT7keK2Q6w/s1600-h/SDC12047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SeSzFSsEDjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GNT7keK2Q6w/s400/SDC12047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324577562956140082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( I TOOK THIS PICTURE! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt;Just don't tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt;e heave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt;n away from me&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/7696539947266487723-1666244082300226193?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1666244082300226193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=1666244082300226193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1666244082300226193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1666244082300226193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-shoot.html' title='OH SHOOT'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SeSzFSsEDjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GNT7keK2Q6w/s72-c/SDC12047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5601300844036366405</id><published>2009-04-14T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:25:57.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PERIODS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate periods not the ones used in sentences but the ones which supposedly happens to women every 28- 31 days :| GAAAAAAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear they're like curses to girls who are in the middle of a diet.   I mean I'm already getting used to my crackers and hot water diet. That's when all you eat are crackers and hot water and some protein so you won't faint and I've been jogging/ walking too and stuff like that and I lost a few pounds and then suddenlt here it comes PMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how annoying that is. THE CRAVINGS YOU GET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Chocolate Truffle Cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Tong Ling Cha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye lost pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND HELLO FAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO I weighed myself again and I am utterly depressed to see that I gained weight. Why is it so hard to lose a few pounds and so easy t0 gain so much weight! GEESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIKE HELLO I'm not so crazy about losing weight I want to lose dress sizes if you know what I mean :)) I want to buy more clothes...... :)) HAHA  I mean I have clothes and I'm not obesed or something like that I just want more clothes @_@ yes. I'm one of those unsatisfied girls :|:|:|:|:| WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but yea.....&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/7696539947266487723-5601300844036366405?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5601300844036366405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5601300844036366405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5601300844036366405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5601300844036366405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-periods.html' title='I HATE PERIODS'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-733514713827083452</id><published>2009-04-14T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:15:52.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP HAUNTING ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't it weird how you see certain things everyday and take them for granted but then when you suddenly associate them with someone they're suddenly all over the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EVERYWHERE YOU GO TO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY TELEVESION SHOW YOU WATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they're all there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and you're not so sure anymore whether they were originally everywhere or did they just multiply when you started to connect them with that someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you catching my drift yet? =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GAAAAAAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my brother recently bought a book called "THE ANSWERS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It works this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You close your eyes and then ask a really good yes or no question and then you touch the book and flip the page when you think it's the right time and then it'll open to a proverb or something which is the answer to your question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It works when I'm serious and it doesn't when I I'm skeptical about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;probably like God I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but haha My brother's so happy since it's the first book he owned and he's 16 and for the love of God there are 3 lines at most per page. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's HARDBOUND! and thick hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOTTOMLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;STOP HAUNTING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm reading this book called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"7 types of Ambiguity"&lt;/span&gt; just because I like the word Ambiguous aaaaand um up next is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Norwegian Wood"&lt;/span&gt; just because my favorite author is Haruki Murakami :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY FOR THE SUMMER!&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/7696539947266487723-733514713827083452?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/733514713827083452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=733514713827083452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/733514713827083452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/733514713827083452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-haunting-me.html' title='STOP HAUNTING ME!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5040015593620213955</id><published>2009-04-08T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:36:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God we're cursed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Within a second we all become adults who get hurt and cry. It's so painful being with you. We both know what we feel and yet we're both afraid to go beyond that line. I guess it's our fault for drawing it anyway. You promised me something I know one day you'll break. I convince myself each and everytime I hear your words that they're nothing but lies so that it won't hurt that much anymore in the future. Is it so bad to believe that one day you'll soon fo0rget? We'll drift apart and try to forget because it's just too much pain to remember everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it so mean to break what we have so that one day I wouldn't have to face the same thing only worse? The more time we waste the more the cuts would go deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you feel what I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think you do. That's why we're hesitating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's stop right no. I think we should stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But we're not strong enough to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't we two weird people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We seem to be satisfied with what we are but when another person comes into the picture we seem to flinch and pull each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would it be better if I runaway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that I don't make sense anymore, because I'm confused and annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this I only realized when we're already far apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry I think I'm starting to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm hiding from you, please don't try to find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-5040015593620213955?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5040015593620213955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5040015593620213955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5040015593620213955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5040015593620213955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god-were-cursed.html' title='Oh God we&apos;re cursed'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2559866903386028958</id><published>2009-02-24T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:10:31.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You guys are fighting again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And it's not even helping me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You will never learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And that would make her not stop yelling at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I hope our house is filled with mirrors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so you could watch your every move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and realize how wrong you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and how right she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;YOU always complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;never realizing that you're the one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2559866903386028958?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2559866903386028958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2559866903386028958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2559866903386028958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2559866903386028958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-guys-are-fighting-again-and-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3883620593683748513</id><published>2009-02-14T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:09:46.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SZett5RymNI/AAAAAAAAAII/4XL0ZbFS0bs/s1600-h/A_boy___and_A_girl__by_frixin+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SZett5RymNI/AAAAAAAAAII/4XL0ZbFS0bs/s400/A_boy___and_A_girl__by_frixin+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302898090233206994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I added the words in this picture :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay so I've been trying to make a Valentine's day blog entry but every time I'm about to type something I just stop. Anyway, so today is th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;e 15th of February and it's not Valentine's day anymore and the love fever has gone down I hope. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha so let's say I'm one of those people who usually don't care that there's such a thing called Valentine's Day. HAHA CRAAAAP I can't continue this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I just GAAAAAH it's irritating to write something like this and David Choi is singing some song with a wonderful heartbreaking lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of being with you&lt;br /&gt;From the simple things like taking a walk&lt;br /&gt;Or finding what to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you used to be there, waiting&lt;br /&gt;For me downstairs&lt;br /&gt;Like poetry in motion&lt;br /&gt;You could feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;You made me so complete&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And showed me how life should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same since I letted you go&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to know&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm such a fool for letting you go&lt;br /&gt;I still feel, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when we&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;When we cuddle, and kiss&lt;br /&gt;And make love,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't care about the heat wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;They've slipped away&lt;br /&gt;But I still have the memories&lt;br /&gt;I don't need nothing else cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the love like, nobody can&lt;br /&gt;How you bled your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, girl you haven't left me&lt;br /&gt;I still need you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with me&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I have a feeling this guy is a heart breaker in real life......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3883620593683748513?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3883620593683748513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3883620593683748513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3883620593683748513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3883620593683748513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-added-words-in-this-picture-okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SZett5RymNI/AAAAAAAAAII/4XL0ZbFS0bs/s72-c/A_boy___and_A_girl__by_frixin+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7334806051404006905</id><published>2009-02-14T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:06:47.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I don't want to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" id=":bq" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Memory is an example of an object we own but has a life of its own.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's inanimate at the same time animate. It's in us. We own it, but then sometimes it chooses to betray us, slipping away without any consent from its owner.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's unfair; how we remember things we try to forget and how we forget everything we live our lives just to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I still remember that day though, well considering that it was just a week ago of course I'd still remember. My parents decided to bring to the hospital to see a doctor. I was a very forgetful kid, but I guess I've grown much more forgetful these past few years. My parents were gravely worried that they decided to bring me there. I didn't think anything was wrong with me. Everyone tends to forget things every single day. It's normal to forget things; that was why I thought they overreacted when they brought me to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I still remember everything; the way my mom covered her face with the palms of her hands, the way my dad just looked at the doctor and was turned absolutely mute and the way I just sat there watching all of them realize that I had Alzheimer's disease.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"That's impossible!" My mom cried. "She's only eighteen. That's just impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The doctor shook his head. "We've got quite a case here ma'am. It's rare but it's not impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Is there something we can do?" My dad inquired, trying his best not to cry or something like that. Well, he was playing with his car keys in his pocket and in my eighteen years of birth I've learned that my dad only did that when he tried to compose himself. I tried to imagine him during his wedding day. He was probably playing with his car keys while saying his vows to mom. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My dad was a big nervous wreck and sometimes it amuses me to think that maybe he drinks too much coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"There's nothing we can do, but to watch and support her along the way. It would also be good if you visit me let's say twice a month just so we can check her status. As of now, I'll prescribe you some medication it will help at this stage but it can't cure her." The doctor said as he scribbled notes on his paper. "I'm going to observe her as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom's sobs became quite louder.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found it funny how they could all talk non-stop seemingly not noticing that the topic of their conversation was just in the same room with them.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to say it was pretty overwhelming that I didn't have time to cry. I felt so mad. I was angry because I can't find the logic of knowing that my memories are fading through someone else, a stranger even. What does he know? He knows nothing about me and there he was telling me that my memories are fading away and there's nothing I could do about it. It was unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;The ride home after that visit to the doctor was unbearably quite. Dad literally kept his eyes on the road. I think he actually forgot to blink a couple of times. My mom kept looking out the window and I stared outside my own window, looking at the moving road as the car speeded. Was it the cemented road moving or was it the car? Of course I knew it was the car, but I just thought I'd still think about it. What if I just didn't know that every time dad started the engine it wasn't the car moving it was the road? It always looked like it was moving backward every time we moved forward.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought about it again. I guess I'm just like our car. Every time I would start moving forward passing through every day, my memory would run backwards at the same pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Mom?" I decided I'd break the silence in the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Yes sweetie?" She tried to sound okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Are memories the only things I'll forget or will I forget myself as well?" I asked. I'm not stupid I'm just not aware about this illness I've got. My mom didn't speak for awhile and I remember my dad missing his turn at the curb where he was supposed to turn. I waited for an answer but I never got one. I just heard my mom sobbing again and with that I learned that this illness had no mercy, that it won't leave anything to me, that it was selfish to let me forget everything and only have it inside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Mom, dad" I started. Mom didn't stop crying and dad still continued driving. "I love you both and I know one day I'll forget that and that's the reason why I'm telling this now because I'm scared that maybe tomorrow or the next day or the next I'll forget that I love you enough to say it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dad started crying after that. "Dad!" I said. "Don't sob and drive. It's dangerous!" I teased to lighten up the mood. My dad tried to laugh. "I love you too sweetie. We'll stay right here with you."&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom looked up at me struggling in between her sobs. "I love you Andy very much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I know mom." I said quietly. "I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isn't it ironic that after a week that I have been told that I would slowly forget everything I still remember that moment everything in detail? I think it's funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Mom I'm going out okay?" I shouted from the hallway to the main door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom came rushing down to me. "Where are you going?" She asked, panting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"To the public library" I said flatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"But—"She stammered and I exactly knew what she wanted to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"I won't get lost mom." I said. I pulled the paper I stuck in the notebook I carried. "See I've got a map and I promise I'll try not to forget my way home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Honey, why don't you ask Kevin to bring you there?" She suggested.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I frowned. Kevin was my boyfriend until a few days back. I broke up with him. I decided that if I'm going to have this Alzheimer's whatever it would be best if I'm not involved with anyone. It would be pretty scary if I did. I'm scared I would forget his name and ask him who he was and he would just freak out on me. I felt bad breaking up with Kevin. I was with him for about two years. He's probably wondering why I broke up with him out of the blue and not telling him the reason why. He cried. I cried, but I thought that maybe it was for the best. It's going to be worse in the future anyway. I'll forget him everything about him that I won't have the chance to say sorry. I loved Kevin. No, I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; Kevin. I love him too much that I had to say good bye early.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See, here's the thing about breaking up. It hurts. It hurts a lot but in time you &lt;i&gt;forget&lt;/i&gt; all about it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I told him that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I can't let him bring me there mom." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I sighed. "Because—I broke up with him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She had a surprised look on her face. "Oh honey. Was it because—"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Yes." I saved her from saying it. I knew she didn't want to say it and I didn't want to hear it as well. "It's because of that mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was scared I was going to hurt him. No, maybe that was just part of it. What I was scared of was him leaving me if he realized what's happening to me and I don't know if I could handle that. I know I'm selfish that way. I know he loves me and he probably wouldn't do that, but people get tired. And I'm thinking, maybe he'll get tired of putting up with me so I cut it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Can I go now mom?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She nodded. "Just be careful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I opened my black leather notebook. I stared at the first blank page. It was the first time I bought a notebook with blank pages. I figured I just wanted a random change. I started writing on the top part of the page with my black Pilot sign pen:&lt;i&gt; Things I Don't Want to Forget. &lt;/i&gt;Under that, I wrote my full name, my birthday, my parents' names then I flipped it to the next page. I wrote Kevin's name and started writing things about him but then I realized that maybe if I wrote him there and remember him I'll just confuse myself so I decided to tear that page off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was done writing down things I thought at that time I had to remember I stood up and as I was about to walk out of the library a stack of books fell on me. "Shoot!" The guy who was carrying all the books exclaimed. "I'm sorry." He said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"It's okay." I rubbed my head, scared that this incident would worsen my condition.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked at the guy and realized I knew him and he knew me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Josh Richardson?" I said, testing my memory. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had dark brown eyes and light brown hair that was parted on the side. He looked kind of old-fashioned, but nonetheless he was still good looking. This guy was from my English class. He sat in the last seat in the left corner of the room. We don't talk but we're familiar with each other anyway. He made a weird look on his face. He was probably wondering why I blurted out his whole name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Andy Scott" He muttered, as if he was required to say my whole name too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I laughed. "You didn't have to say my whole name." I started standing again and he helped me get up. "Well you just said mine and I thought I had too."&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He shrugged smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I can see you have a lot of books with you." I said, trying to start a casual conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He nodded. "Mr. Mayer is killing us with this thesis paper coming up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ahhh." I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"By the way." He said. "I haven't been seeing you lately in class. Something happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shook my head. "No nothing big. I just got sick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"So… when are you coming back?" He asked, trying to be friendly. We're classmates after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Actually—"I paused for a moment. "I don't think I'll be coming back." And then I had a sudden feeling of regret. I shouldn't have started a conversation with Josh, because I just realized that that conversation meant a whole new complication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Do you mind if I ask?" He asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'm sorry." I said. "I can't tell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Well that's unfortunate." He said so straightforward. I never knew he was like this outside school and it's kind of refreshing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I smiled at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Well then I guess, I'll just see you around." He said, picking up the books he dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I guess you will." I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;knew I shouldn't have said that because I knew that for him to see me around I should be around and I'm not so sure if that's such a good idea. &lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;And this is a fact of life, once you've bumped into a person and entertain that circumstance then there's a 99.99 % chance that you'll be bumping into them again and again. 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This presentation is for the participants of their young women's program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I already have information about the historical development of women's roles in Philippine society, but I'd like to incorporate the concrete experiences of young Pinays from different backgrounds, and this is where I need your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you have some time, could you share with me some reflections on your own experiences growing up as a woman of Philippine descent?  You can share as little or as much as you can.  Some things you can think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- roles and expectations of you in your family, in sexual relations, in the public sphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- how these roles and  expectations fit or conflict with your own beliefs or personal inclinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- if applicable, the impact that migration had on these roles and expectations, and the way you view yourself as a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is totally informal, so just write whatever you can think of, and don't limit yourselves to these topics I've listed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you!  Anything you can share will be a great help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;THIS WAS MY REPLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ATE MIIIIT! I MISS YOU ALL! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;AND SORRY IF THIS IS SUPER LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ANYWAY... Okay I'll start haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;      Feminism, I have always been hearing that especially right now since women empowerment is I think part of our curriculum in school. I know that being an empowered Filipina woman is all about speaking out, believing in what yourself and what you can do, not letting anyone crush you down and things like that. I've always thought that it's a nice movement and yet in a lot of ways I still do not get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;      I grew up in a family where being male or female was never an issue. I know that even though we're in modern times there's still this subtle application of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231939862_0" &gt;gender roles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; at home, where the women cook, clean and do all the womanly stuff while the male does the manly stuff. That's not really the case in our house. My mother made sure that all of us can cook, clean, and can hold the broom. I would have to say, that me having a very strong personality and having a very strong grip on the things I believe in is because of my mother. I look up to her and her view on the different things. I wouldn't categorize her as the conventional or the unconventional kind of mother but I think that the reason why I looked up to her was the simple fact that she did believe in the things she was doing. My mother quit her job when we were born and now she's a homemaker and I think that she's still empowered. You know why? Because that's a choice she made. The fact that she made that choice may be just a little detail in her life but that choice meant that she had the freedom to say yes or no. So now, that freedom of choice is a very important key with this topic about today's women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But like I said earlier, I still have this vague idea of women struggling to be empowered or strong. I mean, if women are trying so hard to be strong or whatever they want to prove then why are they expecting such laws which will protect them? I don't get the reason why they want such (I don't know how to say this) "special treatment". This makes me think, do Filipino women or women in general struggle for equality or do they want to be seen higher than the male species just to prove something? ANd I'm thinking, that's actually a sad thing, for more than centuries perhaps I think that the female species have always done things just so they can prove something. It's quite tiring actually. I am not sure if this would make sense, I am not a feminist nor am I a sexist. I just have this thinking that people should get what they deserve as human beings whether they are male of female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm sorry if my very very long paragraph didn't seem to answer any of your questions. I think I have this bad habit of getting carried away when answering questions like this that's why I trail off the real topic and just rant on. HAHA please do edit it. I think it needs major editing :))))) AND ALSO I just want to add how I think it's funny that my school promotes women empowerment and yet we don't study carpentry. I mean we do have cooking and sewing but I'm just thinking how come we don't have carpentry... Hmmmm is it because they expect the males to do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I really don't know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAHA ATE MIT! I'm super random. My brain is obviously messed up and yes haha I'm just ranting. Thank you for sending this e-mail to me though and if possible send your future e-mail to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231939862_1" &gt;tehartist13@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This Yahoo account of mine is starting to be swallowed by the large forces of Spammed messages and I'm too lazy to delete them HAHA good luck with your presentation and I hope I helped even just a teeny inswy winsy bit! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;AND I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;AND I'M HAPPY YOU GUYS ARE GETTI NG MARRIED! awesomeness :&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;love love love love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nadynne :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-1017842743832295924?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1017842743832295924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=1017842743832295924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1017842743832295924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1017842743832295924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cousin-sent-me-this-e-mail-and-tyold.html' title='My cousin sent me this e-mail and told myself...'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-8744828945489943738</id><published>2009-01-02T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:22:49.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Since everyone is talking about the New Year, hey let me talk about it too. I know New Years are all about starting over and leaving all the past behind and stuff like that, but what if you don't want to right? Of all the Holidays in the world it's probably New Year I hate the most. I remember My grandpa would always ask me every time I ride his car which plays Christmas music all year round, "Ano yung favorite mo? Christmas, Birthday, New Year or Araw ng Mga Patay?" Haha he asked me that since the moment I celebrated all of those and when I was able to talk already. While I was growing up, My answer would always vary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I love Christmas because it's the time when I received a lot of presents. Especially when I was a kid. I got a lot of toys. Sadly, most of them were dolls but I don't mind since more dolls meant a lot of hair to cut. AHOHOHOHO don't lie to me. You cut your dolls' hair too when you were a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I used to love birthday's until I was thirteen. Before I was thirteen, I looked forward to being thirteen because I thought it would be cool to go inside those R-13 films. HAHA I know I'm so weird.  When I turned thirteen I cried a ton because I realized I'm not a kid anymore. What's next after thirteen? Less gifts! Taxes! Knowing how to drive and therefore your mother letting you chaffeur her. Although, I won't mind driving my mother around because that means free coffee and free other things where ever she goes. Good God! After thirteen means doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyhow, I love "Araw ng Mga Patay" which we celebrate on the November 1st rather than it's original date which is November 2nd. Everytime it's this day my whole family goes to the cemetery and on my mother's side, we're all complete. We make wax balls from melted wax from those candles. My tita brings a lot of food. I know, that the thought of eating in a cemetery is kind of gross but it's not that bad especially if the food is awesome. HAHA Ultimate November 1 food: Carbonara, Sandwiches and Moist Chocolate cake. AHOHOHOHO and besides we're in this enclosed space anyway. You know the type where only relatives are only buried there. So yeah. IT'S AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I never liked New Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Because New Years are the holidays which make people decide to have a new life and move on and grow up and forget or perhaps try to forget about the past. I realized that everytime people decide to grow up and move on the things around them completely change. For example, last year we never made wax balls in the cemetery anymore and we weren't even complete. Our Christmases were started to be celebrated separately, for some reason. I celebrated my birthday without wanting to celebrate it in the first place just because I think I don't want to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't want to have a new life. I don't want to make a resolution. I don't want to jump every time the clock strikes twelve. I want everything to stay the way it has always been, but it can never stay that way and everything has to change. That's why I'm completely defeated by the New Year. Because everytime I keep my feet planted on the ground refusing to move just because the world around me is moving, the force is so strong that it pulls me in the same direction with everyone where I never wanted to go in the first place. And without realizing it, I myself forget, change and grow up. I mean hello I'll be turning seventeen this year :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SV8cYwdIK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/kxqdDtQsC98/s1600-h/IMG_8365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SV8cYwdIK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/kxqdDtQsC98/s400/IMG_8365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286975699205761858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is me when it's New Year: Only I'm not supposed to be smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;New Year feels like me being the center of the road, or the terminal, or wherever there is a lot of people.  Everyone's moving and walking ahead of me and I'm only there, standing in the middle and watching everyone. I'm the only one who's watching them. I'm the only one who's standing in the middle trying not to move. And I'm the only one who's hoping that I'll stay there forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to rant. Haha so um HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! &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/7696539947266487723-8744828945489943738?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8744828945489943738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=8744828945489943738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8744828945489943738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8744828945489943738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-tell-you-something.html' title='Let me tell you something'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SV8cYwdIK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/kxqdDtQsC98/s72-c/IMG_8365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3948427798896471490</id><published>2008-12-17T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:55:43.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SUjaHofs7cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4tJ8934vYuY/s1600-h/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SUjaHofs7cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4tJ8934vYuY/s400/lastscan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280710387756232130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry I wasn't thinking of you when I wrote this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;THE EXAMS ARE OVER! AND THE CHRISTMAS BREAK WILL START THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3948427798896471490?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3948427798896471490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3948427798896471490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3948427798896471490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3948427798896471490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-over.html' title='IT&apos;S OVER'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SUjaHofs7cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4tJ8934vYuY/s72-c/lastscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4004557748376421413</id><published>2008-12-11T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:29:17.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA2fgBN8WbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA2fgBN8WbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;YES... I LOVE DAVID CHOI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;and my font is pink &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;TODAY IS THE WORST DAY EVER. I think I'm going to fail Geometry and Chemistry. Good Lord! I never had a failing grade in my report card so I'm really down. Like awhile ag, my seatmates and I were thinking of ways to solve the problem. NOTHING GOOD CAME UP. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To hang my self (At least I'll grow an inch taller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to take 5 expired sleeping pills and shove it down with a glass of coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carbon Monoxide thingy (by Krista) It's like I light a scented candle and close all the airways and so I suffocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to slit the fattest vein I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll join the war (I just thought of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Like I said, these are really bad ideas and I think my parents are gonna cry if I do any of these. WHATEVER :|&lt;br /&gt;I'm really depressed and so I think I'm going to get a haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-4004557748376421413?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4004557748376421413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=4004557748376421413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4004557748376421413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4004557748376421413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3085903632431399853</id><published>2008-12-07T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:15:22.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TADA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's so fun saying that TADA! TADA! TADA! okay I should stop now. Anyhow I'm so vain I took 30 pictures of myself in out bathroom. XDDDD HAR HA HAR it's not like you should know that but yeah. mmmmmwhatamI doingforthelongweekend? I'M READING SHOUJO MANGA! yay me. And my stupid I-pod just shut down. -_- I can't open it. DRATS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Max said I should get a live journal. I have one but I'm to lazy to put stuff in there so I'm thinking I'll copy paste everything I have here, which is not the most creative thing to do. ANYWAY I'LL DEAL WITH THAT SOON :/. I'm in my lazy mood again so I dunno If I'm gonna post stuff or not. &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/7696539947266487723-3085903632431399853?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3085903632431399853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3085903632431399853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3085903632431399853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3085903632431399853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/12/tada.html' title='TADA!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5386830206547969752</id><published>2008-11-29T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:10:49.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/STEDvkiik2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/GMQrnP4P5sE/s1600-h/shoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/STEDvkiik2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/GMQrnP4P5sE/s400/shoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274000754424845154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been saying that word lately. HAHA it's quite an improvement really, since it means I won't be saying shit, fuck and more of that anymore, well for the mean time at least or until I forget how to use those words again. I'm in a curse rehab AHOHOHOHO, there's such a thing you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ANYHOW.... I just can't forget yesterday's english class. I feel so bad bullying Krista, my seatmate, all the time. HAHA ILY KRISTA! She's awesome and she's cute when I annoy her :P. SO anyway, this is what happened yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were discussing Wuthering Heights in English class and we takled about how the ghosts in the story were associated with memories. So my teacher asked the class, "How do you keep memories?" A classmate raised her hand and told us we took pictures, and then some other person said that we write in journals, blogs, or diaries and then MY SEATMATE raised her hand and told everyone "You tell stories of yourself to other people." Our teacher nodded and said "That's right you tell stories."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she sat down I looked at her and gave her a smug, "Wow, you're so full of yourself. " And then my diagonal mate, Max, overheard our conversation and she was laughing like hell. HAHA The expression on Krista's face was priceless. It was saying, "WTF NADS I HATE YOU." XDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SORRY KRISTA ILY! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaaaaand btw....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YOU'RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding.But I have to say, being so mean is such an entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;=P&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/7696539947266487723-5386830206547969752?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5386830206547969752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5386830206547969752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5386830206547969752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5386830206547969752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoot.html' title='shoot'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/STEDvkiik2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/GMQrnP4P5sE/s72-c/shoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3814216278496968943</id><published>2008-11-25T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:12:53.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OH MY!!!! It's been like the unluckiest week ever. I mean, woah It's like all the tests I took this week are extremely low. By extremely low I mean failing. -_-. It's kinda sad that I already failed 2 math quizzes D:. SHIT SHIT SHIT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SO YEAH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me lecture you on math AHOHOHOHO&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSwPnKrbhzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rgpRG6g4MJ4/s1600-h/paralleloshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSwPnKrbhzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rgpRG6g4MJ4/s400/paralleloshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272606429299836722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A SQUARE IS A SQUARE. A RECTANGLE IS A RECTANGLE. A SQUARE IS NOT A RECTANGLE AND A RECTANGLE IS NOT A SQUARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Honestly, I don't like math. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Math is full of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lie a lot but I do not lie the same way math does.It pushes to the limit and gives every extent of any detail just to prove that it is right. I'm not much that of a liar. I stop when it's obvious that I'm obvious already. A square is not a r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ectangle and a rectangle can never be a square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;How can be a square be a rectangle when it's already a square and is a square? According to the theorem, a square can be a rectangle because it satisfies all the conditions of being a rectangle, which is having four angles which are right angles.... HUH :/  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  So uhm technically dogs can also be humans because they satisfy both conditions of having a pair of eyes and a pair of ears. UHHH I don't think so, but I won't push that possibility anyway. Do you get my point? I hope you do, because it's a very easy point in the first place. A square is a square and that's that. The use of this argument is non-sense because I'm so sure the math people would beat me up for raising this......&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I also have no idea on why I'm not smart. -_- IT makes me sad.... HAHAHA That was random but it's sooo true! :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSwVZn3niRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ToE2Ch-RvvQ/s1600-h/RAWR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSwVZn3niRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ToE2Ch-RvvQ/s400/RAWR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272612793687181586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;BURN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;BURN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3814216278496968943?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3814216278496968943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3814216278496968943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3814216278496968943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3814216278496968943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-its-been-like-unluckiest-week.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSwPnKrbhzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rgpRG6g4MJ4/s72-c/paralleloshit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2582358355490709395</id><published>2008-11-23T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:33:13.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I FINISHED GANMO TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSk-TCjDfZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9vSJRTd6ha0/s1600-h/TOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSk-TCjDfZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9vSJRTd6ha0/s400/TOY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271813335636213138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's so cute and ugly! I just love it. HAHA I'm thinking of making larger versions of it for my friends and maybe I'll give sewing a second chance. XD AHOHOHOHO so yes. I'm so happy. He's so cute :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2582358355490709395?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2582358355490709395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2582358355490709395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2582358355490709395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2582358355490709395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finished-ganmo-today-its-so-cute-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSk-TCjDfZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9vSJRTd6ha0/s72-c/TOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-6116928074532940941</id><published>2008-11-21T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:02:01.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSeuIauyf7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/uYkaW07Lp88/s1600-h/ANGST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSeuIauyf7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/uYkaW07Lp88/s400/ANGST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271373348498210738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm writing to uhhh 2 people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-6116928074532940941?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6116928074532940941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=6116928074532940941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6116928074532940941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6116928074532940941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-writing-to-uhhh-2-people.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSeuIauyf7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/uYkaW07Lp88/s72-c/ANGST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-1578127403871360812</id><published>2008-11-21T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:12:26.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSaXVjuHJyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2QJ-oIcJnVI/s1600-h/YAY+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSaXVjuHJyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2QJ-oIcJnVI/s400/YAY+L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271066810505439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE'S SOOOOO CUTE :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Kenichi Matsuyama from L Change the World&lt;br /&gt;:"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&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/7696539947266487723-1578127403871360812?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1578127403871360812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=1578127403871360812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1578127403871360812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1578127403871360812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/add-image.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSaXVjuHJyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2QJ-oIcJnVI/s72-c/YAY+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3096303002117032442</id><published>2008-11-21T02:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:29:41.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSaQ-9orieI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJIgl8pamwQ/s1600-h/SLOGAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSaQ-9orieI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJIgl8pamwQ/s320/SLOGAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271059825255221730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I screwed up! Big Time! D: So awhile ago, we had this reporting about a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Marxist Theory on "The Shield of Achilles"&lt;/span&gt; and I screwed up. I mean, I was shaking all over the place and stuttering throughout the whole report. I was just so nervous and I have no idea at all why,since the day before, my group mates and I really thought on what we had  to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO yeah, the day before, which was yesterday I was cool. I mean I did alright with the interpretation and explanation of lines while we were brainstorming about the poem that I sort of felt confident about our report, but awhile ago I don't know what happened. It's just that the universe decided to flip out on me and I just made a mess in front of my classmates and teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GAAAAH so we had to use the OHP for our um visual aids and I was the one manipulating the acetate and my classmates told me my hands were really shaking D: So the whole time my hands were shaking, my words stuttered and myself lost somewhere D: HUHUHU. I feel so bad for my group mates I mean I'm sure we really had it going on but I felt like I spoiled the whole report, so all our efforts were wasted. I mean I'm not so big about the "grade" part. Heck I don't care about that. Well, I care but not that much anyway. It's just that I just feel bad that my group mates really did their best in this and I did nothing but screw it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I have speech problems. I mean PUBLIC SPEAKING PROBLEMS. When I was infront I swear I felt like someone was just going to swallow me. I mean I wasn't even scared of the teacher. She was nice while we reported it's just that I felt like there was this invisible something watching me while I talk and when I make the wrong move it's just going to swallow me alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO TALK IN FRONT OF PEOPLE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since we have this big "DEFENSE" coming up. I mean I had to defend my paper in front of people.... Which is scary :/&lt;br /&gt;wyeklwjdqwioedfq,wedhwioehrq,wejidfwoedhsnkwle8fwie3nkleqdfwie3dhniudehiSHITlkjdowehdqliujd;wo3xjcmfledkhc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3096303002117032442?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3096303002117032442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3096303002117032442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3096303002117032442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3096303002117032442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/mute.html' title='MUTE'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSaQ-9orieI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJIgl8pamwQ/s72-c/SLOGAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2588591227319235797</id><published>2008-11-20T02:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:51:30.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATION OF A MIND FOR A NEED TO CLING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awhile ago our C.L teacher made people raise their hands for different categories. This is not the exact categories... I think, but it's really close to it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Agnostics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Atheists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christians and Catholics who are unsure of why they are Christians and Catholics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm an illegal number 2 since the seventh grade and I never raised my hand. I wasn't interested with sharing this to my teacher anyway. -_- I know that even though he says it's okay, it's not. People lie a lot and I'm sure he was lying just to get us to raise our hands. In  a Catholic school something is wrong when you don't believe in God. It's just like the olden times, you get stoned by the Jews when you are a Christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's funny how they both believe in God anyway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is God that important? He's not even here. In fact,I think that He was never here. And sometimes I think that God did not create man but man created God. So that man can cling onto someone, so that man can blame someone, so that man would not be scared living in such a big world with no one higher and more powerful than him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's such a big irony how Catholics/Christians have "freedom" when they were born as such and when they finally decide not to be one, then they have sinned. Here's a question, how can you sin against someone you don't even believe in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmmm basically I think that you can still have morals even if you don't believe in a higher being. I mean, isn't it a basic human instinct to know what is right and what is wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And isn't He being too vain? Asking people to pray to Him and when they don't He tests their faith in the most unimaginable ways.... which make these people pray to Him again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whatever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna do something else now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2588591227319235797?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2588591227319235797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2588591227319235797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2588591227319235797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2588591227319235797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/creation-of-mind-for-need-to-cling.html' title='CREATION OF A MIND FOR A NEED TO CLING'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5665958000888963614</id><published>2008-11-20T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:08:21.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Like The Elephants Who CAN'T FLY AT ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSU0coN0yOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R1nCispnkGg/s1600-h/IMG_2819+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSU0coN0yOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R1nCispnkGg/s320/IMG_2819+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270676605343418594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was the the summer of this year and I still remember exactly why I cut my hair. And thinking about it now, it was a really stupid reason. &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt; is the exact word to describe it actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But then again, it was a time when I dared myself to be something which is the total opposite of me. I had my long hair as far as I can remember and at that exact moment, when I just decided that maybe it was time to be different I went along with my brothers to the salon and let the salon cut my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was a big change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was a change I thought I was ready to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's only now when I question why I wanted such change in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I keep on making myself believe that I like my short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Hey it can happen right?&lt;br /&gt;When you lie to yourself a lot until suddenly it doesn't sound like a lie anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Lies become the truth when we believe they are anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;GROW HAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;GROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I SAID....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;GROW NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;PSSSSSH I wish it's just that easy -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-5665958000888963614?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5665958000888963614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5665958000888963614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5665958000888963614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5665958000888963614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/fly-like-elephants-who-cant-fly-at-all.html' title='Fly Like The Elephants Who CAN&apos;T FLY AT ALL'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSU0coN0yOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R1nCispnkGg/s72-c/IMG_2819+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4773699348917258725</id><published>2008-11-19T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:31:20.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSQUtecXeCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nqnHLXT-_nE/s1600-h/MATH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSQUtecXeCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nqnHLXT-_nE/s320/MATH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270360235429034018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This is basically my KUKUXUMUSU NOTEBOOK..... Only, it's online and uuuuh these are the things I probably didn't write there because I'm too lazy to write every single thing down. I'm gonna fill this up with lots of things and YEAH.... OKAY.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BYE&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/7696539947266487723-4773699348917258725?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4773699348917258725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=4773699348917258725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4773699348917258725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4773699348917258725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-basically-my-kukuxumusu.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSQUtecXeCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nqnHLXT-_nE/s72-c/MATH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7559832393246411709</id><published>2008-11-19T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:55:39.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSPv4pU6X_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSXkPEsMFm4/s1600-h/SPOON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSPv4pU6X_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSXkPEsMFm4/s400/SPOON.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270319745398890482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;How people change in such a short time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;How  I can be such an angel today and be a piece of shit tomorrow from one's perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;YEAH. I'm like that. I'm one unstable piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PIECE OF SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PIECE OF SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PIECE OF SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'M JUST THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;God, maybe it would've been better if mother  nature didn't poop me out huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Like maybe it would've been better for everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;DUH I WAS JUST HANGING IN THERE... THAT'S WHY SHE DECIDED TO POOP ME OUT ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Like I'm some kind of extra baggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I guess I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;LIKE EVERYWHERE I GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Although I'm not that obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;That's a plus on being a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You can hide yourself with your fake smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;And mix with everyone with that happy disposition of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHH THE WORLD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It never fails to disappoint me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-7559832393246411709?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7559832393246411709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7559832393246411709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7559832393246411709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7559832393246411709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s amazing'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SSPv4pU6X_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSXkPEsMFm4/s72-c/SPOON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-6585446538962085764</id><published>2008-11-18T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:04:55.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As impossible as it sounds, I think my right hand does not know how to draw anymore and it makes me really sad. I'm not quite sure on who or what I'll blame this predicament of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps, it's because of school.It's been hell and I've been doing nothing but reading textbooks and using my right hand to answer worksheets and solve some damned mathematical and chemistry problems. At least, my little brother was sweet enough to buy me a new mechanical pencil.Although I think the real reason why he bought me a new one was because he was tired of me borrowing his and losing the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or maybe things happening at home. I've been feeling very tired and stressed. My mother being hospitalized and having to face surgery in two weeks time makes me think while I'm sleeping. It's not quite easy. I think it's not a secret that I love and hate my mother at equal levels since I guess that's how it goes, but when she was hospitalized  and I can see her pain as if I can feel them; I was scared to death. Images were flashing in my head. Images of what we're going to be if ever she just-- she just goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I lost my right hand. I think I did. It can still write. It can still type, but it cannot draw anymore. I feel like crying over it but I can't. I'm trying to cry and I swear tears won't come out. Perhaps, I've ran out of them.They just disappeared along with my right hand.&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/7696539947266487723-6585446538962085764?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6585446538962085764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=6585446538962085764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6585446538962085764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6585446538962085764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/humor-is-way-of-shrinking-from-that.html' title='Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-96894330992229117</id><published>2008-11-04T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:24:29.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been busy lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST LAZY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVE ME TIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll post again someday :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-96894330992229117?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/96894330992229117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=96894330992229117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/96894330992229117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/96894330992229117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-busy-lately-nat.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-565441894406252482</id><published>2008-10-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:59:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's OCTOOOOBER. And sadly I'm running out of time. I mean like 1 day for me is never enough to finish my daily schedule of activities. SIGH. HAHA Um yea. Well recently as you've noticed most of my blogs have become more and more meaningless and it makes me sad. Well, I'm wishing that I can fix it soon :D YEA SOOO STAY COOL :D&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/7696539947266487723-565441894406252482?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/565441894406252482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=565441894406252482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/565441894406252482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/565441894406252482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-octoooober.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4555451213210571333</id><published>2008-09-23T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:00:51.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SNjW-9pXmCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wOBUeDmFwjo/s1600-h/worldendswithyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SNjW-9pXmCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wOBUeDmFwjo/s400/worldendswithyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249181742888622114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;YES I NEED REHAB -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;KABOOSH! I'm failing Chemistry! I can't fail chemistry no I can't because I'm supposed to love science and Chemistry is Science and that would mean I'm failing Science and that sucks! DAMN IT!!! But it's starting to get so hard since it involves math and we all know that math doesn't love me. I tried to love math but he decided to cheat on me -_- AKAAAAAAY.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah. If ever I fail chem that would mean I'm going to become a bum in the future. And I don't want that. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU IS DEPRESSING ME TOO! :(( I was beating the boss and I failed and yeah I have to repeat from my last save. That sucks right. ATE LEEANN GO ONLINE! I need you. Nice said you just finished it. HAR HA. It's been a long time since I blogged. Nothing happened except I had a great BIRTHDAY BLAST! HAHA MY FRIENDS SURPRISED ME :O while my nanay GROUNDED ME and took it back 5 hours before my birthday ended! WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a post birthday celebration and we ate at shakeys and played the game of life at Gam's Crab. I was God. O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WELL YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOW SCHOOL'S BACK TO NORMAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MEANING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) We're gonna make a mosaic in Social with beads or sequins [SOME KIND OF BYZENTENIAN? ART]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) A PILLOW CASE IN T.H.E { and honey we all know I'm a disgrace in womanity since I can't sew and like Kitty said the course outline is so conformist.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) NOLI ME TANGERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4)THE SOCIAL ROMAN SNAKES AND LADERS which is whacked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Math is always insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6)C.L is weird it has one main lesson they try to prolong and that is : GOD LOVES US AND WE MUST LOVE HIM TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) UHHH YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU BLOGGER I HOPE YOU MISSED ME TOO :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-4555451213210571333?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4555451213210571333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=4555451213210571333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4555451213210571333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4555451213210571333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-i-need-rehab-kaboosh-im-failing.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SNjW-9pXmCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wOBUeDmFwjo/s72-c/worldendswithyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7318788578331328602</id><published>2008-09-05T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:44:07.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;NYAHAHA For some reason I like Eminem. HAHA anyway I'm sick ahuhuhuhu coughing and shit like that. So lately, I had 2 weeks of no academics and I think my brain has gone all stupid now. Kawawa naman siya. Last night I was flipping through the channels and I guess TV5 wasn't satisfied with tagalog spongebob so they had Jimmy Neutron tagalog subbed also. SAD SAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sniff sniff* I swear this sipon thing is the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never thought that it's actually possible for a person to forget to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;IT HAPPENED TO ME A FEW DAYS AGO O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was in the school bus sleeping and then suddenly I suffocated myself which led me to waking up. I forgot to breathe -_-. OH WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was weird and scary so now everytime I go to sleep I make sure I'm half awake always reminding myself to breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;WORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's almost my birthday -_- another year older and yeah I can finally get driving lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;.&gt; I drove my first ten meters months ago and I did it real fast xD that my dad started panicking. HAHAHA HOWELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;UMMM yeah I'm going to church later and work. Some parish involvement thing. It's so sad to know how desperate catholic schools are to let their students feel the love of God by bribing them good grades just so they could spend at least 10 hours in the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;*cough cough.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m slim shady, yes I’m the real shady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; All you other slim shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; So won’t the real slim shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;NAYAhAHAHA&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/7696539947266487723-7318788578331328602?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7318788578331328602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7318788578331328602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7318788578331328602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7318788578331328602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2485917000726055605</id><published>2008-08-30T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:29:23.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;We pretend everything's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;But honey everything I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;Are all pent up in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;They're trying hard to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;I see lies in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;But damn your the best actor I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;You drop your words with sincerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;I can see you've lost your integrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;In these next four lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'll tell you the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;Bid you goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;and let my thoughts escape my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;ONE.stop lying I don't want you to sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;TWO. I always knew but I can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;THREE. this is the part where I'll say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:78%;" &gt;FOUR. I'm going to stop now before I break down and start to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2485917000726055605?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2485917000726055605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2485917000726055605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2485917000726055605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2485917000726055605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-pretend-everythings-okay-but-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-358119434653525782</id><published>2008-08-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:36:18.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just need to know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-358119434653525782?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/358119434653525782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=358119434653525782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/358119434653525782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/358119434653525782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-me.html' title='tell me'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-6371532764592327840</id><published>2008-08-20T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:43:47.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPONGHANGBOBO KUWADRADONG PANTALON!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUTANG INA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA sorry I just had to say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but P.I TALAGA!!!! There's this ground breaking news.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched like 5 seconds of the tagalog subbed spongebob and it was horrendously FUNNY and scary!!&lt;/it's&gt;&lt;/it's&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRONY EHEM IRONY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why the hell do they all sound nasaly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGEE! Sorry I can't get over the fact that someone actually tried to convert spongebob's stupidity into tagalog! Hala what would happen to the future kids of the Philippines. It was good enough that the kids out there can't understand a thing he's saying BUT OMG NOW THEY DO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOHOO :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;If we remain forever poor don't look at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7Z1Xo0SS8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7Z1Xo0SS8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BLAME TAGALOG SPONGEBOB!&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M REALLY SAD FOR THE FILIPINO KIDS :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-6371532764592327840?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6371532764592327840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=6371532764592327840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6371532764592327840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6371532764592327840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/sponghangbobo-kuwadradong-pantalon.html' title='SPONGHANGBOBO KUWADRADONG PANTALON!!!!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5285867892330431660</id><published>2008-08-20T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:59:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKvL_xUDLPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-yNzQnTIznw/s1600-h/monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKvL_xUDLPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-yNzQnTIznw/s400/monster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236503288177962226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;WILL YOU LOOK FOR ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-5285867892330431660?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5285867892330431660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5285867892330431660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5285867892330431660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5285867892330431660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if.html' title='WHAT IF'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKvL_xUDLPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-yNzQnTIznw/s72-c/monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4861326895134548291</id><published>2008-08-19T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:32:02.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHA Yay! I'm finally done with "Bring me to the Salon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKq4GjBmKuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s99cZLLEOlI/s1600-h/curly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKq4GjBmKuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s99cZLLEOlI/s320/curly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236199939392285410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know why I always make a fuss on creating such art with very intricate details and making myself suffer and at the end of the day it doesn't look that hard to make? HAHA do you get what I'm trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MOVING ON.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also edited this picture haha the one with "ONLY SPONGEBOB CARES" HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;okay I have no adobe photoshop so the editing sucks but yeah I love spongebob! When he's not on t.v. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That doesn't make sense but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKq5ect2L3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8gDXKpdZRes/s1600-h/daid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKq5ect2L3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8gDXKpdZRes/s200/daid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236201449527324530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah I love spongebob.... HAHA don't mind my pose. It just goes with the pajama thingie :))) I just realized how flowery my bed is. &gt;.&gt; I don't like it. LALALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah today I went to the mall to meet up with Patchu and Suzette! My grade 3 busmates :(( *sniff sniff* I certainly miss those innocent moments. I mean back then, Patchu and I had this really big fight like it lasted a day. We argued about Zagu. She thinks it's cancerous. I think it's not. Well after a lot of years I'll admit it now. ZAGU IS CANCEROUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SEE THAT?!? That sucks right. additional knowledge= accepted defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If until know I don't know that artificial flavoring is cancerous maybe until know I'd still believe I won that fight. YEAH OKAY I KNOW. I'm so damn competitive. :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I care about petty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Making life complicated is so damn easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SEE THE IRONY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Moving on... so we talked about stuff then I went shopping for a couple of minutes. I bought 2 new shirts in artwork then colored pens. The stabilo ones. They're ugly but they're much cheaper than Steadlers. Hey I just need the colors anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;NOW I'M AT HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Staring at the whiteness of the computer sighing every five seconds denying the fact that there's school tomorrow and we have a quiz in social studies about Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think that our teachers watch too much american movies. AHIHIHIHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pumapop quiz na sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AYYYY JOKE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but yeah :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate pre-quizzes. They're non-sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I mean they do have sense duh but I think they're non-sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Studying is for the bigheaded fools who like bragging about knowing a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AYY SERREHSERREH . I have smart friends pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BUT WHATEVER I'll make them an exeption for this fact of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I have a chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have a chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;I have a chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have a chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; have a chocolate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;OKAY WHEEEEEE not that you have to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just want to tell you :&gt; HAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OKAY I'm guessing I'm leading towards random ranting so I'll stop now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OH OH OH I LOVE GREY..... wala lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-4861326895134548291?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4861326895134548291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=4861326895134548291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4861326895134548291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4861326895134548291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKq4GjBmKuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s99cZLLEOlI/s72-c/curly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5663887103854291052</id><published>2008-08-18T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:35:54.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You know awhile ago I posted a blog and edited it. I added a word and when I published it a whole paragraph disappeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;which sucks since that paragraph was about me being indecisive about what to order for dinner. Yoshinoya or Sbarro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And our maid singing from the ground floor the same song for the past 3 days OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN with some soprano voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*SIGHS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yeah I think our house is screwed without real adults. :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I won't lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I still like it :))&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/7696539947266487723-5663887103854291052?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5663887103854291052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5663887103854291052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5663887103854291052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5663887103854291052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7669981643373474590</id><published>2008-08-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:30:13.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Or are they playing too much of Rihanna, Chris Brown and Ne-Yo over the radio? :/ HMMMM I wonder. Like hello there are other artists out there. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY MOVING ON......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgodohgodohgod! I'm running out of things to do. The long weekend is certainly long and I'm trying to sew my T.H.E project and I swear I suck at sewing BIGTIME! Thinking about it, whoever thought of making us hand sew our bag projects is a complete sadist. :&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-7669981643373474590?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7669981643373474590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7669981643373474590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7669981643373474590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7669981643373474590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4195750123199374759</id><published>2008-08-17T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:08:13.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I close my eyes I see the light&lt;br /&gt;oh the irony.....&lt;br /&gt;And the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like someone's watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as my eyes greet hello&lt;br /&gt;to morning's sharp kiss&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it's all dark&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;No one's watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moon&lt;br /&gt;Have sad fates intertwined&lt;br /&gt;Only in a thousand years can their bodies collide&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that's only possible&lt;br /&gt;If they ever get lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the dark&lt;br /&gt;I like the moon&lt;br /&gt;Staying in a corner&lt;br /&gt;I watch both dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Dance&lt;br /&gt;In the tune of melancholic music&lt;br /&gt;that only I can hear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like writing in verses&lt;br /&gt;I like how it is limited&lt;br /&gt;When something is limited&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my capability is larger that it actually is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's an open space&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost&lt;br /&gt;My capabilities swallowed by the breadth open space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I end&lt;br /&gt;with one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are all clattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to find them in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH CONTRADICTION.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-4195750123199374759?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4195750123199374759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=4195750123199374759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4195750123199374759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4195750123199374759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like.html' title='I LIKE.....'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2148088162057486179</id><published>2008-08-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:02:28.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BARNEY +KIDS= bad combination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAHA OMG FUNNY CONVERSATION WITH KITTY. Well it started serious  then funny then a bit serious again :/ HAHA OH W THE BLANK SPACES ARE SMILEYS :&gt; HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: ..suure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I miss my momma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: aww that's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: you'll get used to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: When'll your dad return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: like just sleep at night thinking na the next day would bring you closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: That made me tingly inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: uhhh this thursday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: and he'll be leaving again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: When.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: and coming back again I dunno when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Mom Rosales: am having fun chatting with you. hahaha lol. now i know how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: )))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: that's so cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: she uses lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Lumo-lol na si mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I was like lol to my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: and he's "WHY ARE YOU CURSING ME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I SERIOUSLY LOL-ED AT THAT&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: ))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: shit I didn't know how to explain kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: kasi baka iniisip niya nagpapalusot ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: pero ayun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: he eventually got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: but I never use lol anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: trauma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: ))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: sfhpsdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: SERYOSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: HAHA OKAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I have a shirt..which I wore kanina..which said, "I am effin awesome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Then I wore it in front of my parent, aunt and uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: OHHH YESSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: and?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Then my mom asked my cousin what effin was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: hala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: And my cousin who's a year younger than me and also curses said, "Uhhh..I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: ahhh shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I can imagine her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: and her eyeballs rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;,&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Then my aunt was reading it and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: "I am..ano yan..efficacy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: OH MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: what if we become like that one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: HAHAHA SHIT RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Sana naman hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I just randomly think about that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I'll never get pregnant and have younger kids na lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: How I am with my mom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: so I'll be like super cool forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: How different our teenage years were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: And how I might be like that with my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: haha scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: WHAT IF ROCK ISN'T COOL IN THE FUTURE ANYMORE. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: AYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I'll secretly listen to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Apir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: If i had a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I wonder what kind of punishment I'd give her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: NOT SPANKING :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: ummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: more like siguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I'd be strict with her but not spanking..but not super loose rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Ano kaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Siguro yung "Face the Wall" shizz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: *him or her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: "do whatever you want I don't care as long as anak remember when you get old and you do that hala you'll go to jail. You know who's in jail? BARNEY. NOW.... will you do that again anak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: mwahahaha and she'll be nice forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: YEAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: And I'd take away her Barney video chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: And say that. Ayan tuloy. Barney's in jail na talagaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: and this will scare her pa. You know barney's big bag with lot's of stuff? He has kids in them too. And he turns them into BARNEY SLAVES Watch barney anak and you'll see the kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: HAHA WHY DO WE LOVE BARNEY SO MUCH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: And you know that tree house Barney has? You know, the one with many things inside. THAT's where the bad children go, especially those who *insert bad thing that anak did* and they're the ones who hand to Barney that things that he gets from inside it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: AYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: my gad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: what would our children turn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: In plain words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: psycopaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: ata yung akin eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Who turn out to be murderous cannibals when they grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I have decided on one thing though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I won't let them watch t.v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: zsdl;ifgl/sdfnpsodhfpsdnfspdfndf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: sdflsidnpfosje9prhfsdfh;sldfnp[sohdpfsdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: sdl;vhspdv msp[dohfpsdhfposndf;shodfopsf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: MEANMEANMEAAAAN MOTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: but you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: like right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I'sm wishing that my mom never let me watch t.v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I'd filter the things that they watch but like..not totally deprive them of the joy that television brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: *I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: Hayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: bahala na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: basta ayoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: they'll be so imaginative and creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: they'll make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: but then again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: would that mean I'm forcing my children to pursue the things I wanted for myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: HAHA SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: we're serious ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Camille Rosales: I told Ellie you're lol thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nadynne esguerra: &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/7696539947266487723-2148088162057486179?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2148088162057486179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2148088162057486179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2148088162057486179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2148088162057486179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/barney-kids-bad-combination.html' title='BARNEY +KIDS= bad combination'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5854332456749876513</id><published>2008-08-16T02:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:36:20.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTENSEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKaddU92XqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fzz_ny3GmQU/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKaddU92XqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fzz_ny3GmQU/s320/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235044744034672290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OKAY THIS IS INTENSEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKaddrCgT5I/AAAAAAAAADY/Nr6wF0e6wD8/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKaddrCgT5I/AAAAAAAAADY/Nr6wF0e6wD8/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235044749959778194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MORE INTENSEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKaddtSVDuI/AAAAAAAAADg/B1LHtJFbDts/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKaddtSVDuI/AAAAAAAAADg/B1LHtJFbDts/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235044750563020514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SAY WHUUUUUT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKadd8azlQI/AAAAAAAAADo/zmH1C_9o3nw/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKadd8azlQI/AAAAAAAAADo/zmH1C_9o3nw/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235044754625107202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;AND AT THE END OF THE DAY EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW IT. YOU PUSH HER AWAY :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'s a sad fact that all the beautiful things in the world may not be real or if real, very very rare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In a flip of a page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In every word that was said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;even though it was not meant for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You know deep inside, you felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You shake your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;telling yourself that you don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When deep inside you're hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You're asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;of all people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Why are you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You live your life through fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;setting aside the real sense of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Finding it hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to draw the line between the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wishing you were born on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In that side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You are not happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but when you flip through the last page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You finally get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In this side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;All you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Is peer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;into the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-5854332456749876513?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5854332456749876513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5854332456749876513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5854332456749876513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5854332456749876513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/intenseeeeee.html' title='INTENSEEEEEE'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKaddU92XqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fzz_ny3GmQU/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2041093938040795731</id><published>2008-08-14T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:13:17.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'m crying well sort of crying in front of the computer because of VAMPIRE KNIGHT!!!!! GAAAAH The exams are over and I'm back to my otaku self again after months of deprivation!!!! *sniff sniff* IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED VAMPIRE KNIGHT YET YOU SHOULD WATCH IT!!!!! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm in love with Zero okay. After just 4 episodes I'm in love with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think KANAME should die! edwekjdwiydeqwkjedqwiopedpq MAJOR DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;NYAAAAA! I'm waiting for that stupid video I accidentally removed to buffer all over again! NYAAAAA!!!! Okay so I'm uhhh gonna watch now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKP1wjtampI/AAAAAAAAADA/kYaUKHSMJMg/s1600-h/_Shoku-dan_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKP1wjtampI/AAAAAAAAADA/kYaUKHSMJMg/s400/_Shoku-dan_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234297406502902418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MARRY ME OKAY?!?! =))))) WAKEKEKEKEKEKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;haha style="font-family: verdana;" i="" swear="" this="" wakekeke="" thing="" makes="" the="" oddest="" sound=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(haha I swear wakekekeke makes the oddest sound ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/haha&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKP2dlvrBtI/AAAAAAAAADI/inhHCVHSN2M/s1600-h/Kuran_Kaname__senpai_by_amelinachan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKP2dlvrBtI/AAAAAAAAADI/inhHCVHSN2M/s400/Kuran_Kaname__senpai_by_amelinachan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234298180143351506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AND YOU STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT xD haha yeah I know you're hot too but he's hotter and I hate you XP DIE &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/7696539947266487723-2041093938040795731?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2041093938040795731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2041093938040795731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2041093938040795731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2041093938040795731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-gad.html' title='OH MY GAD!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKP1wjtampI/AAAAAAAAADA/kYaUKHSMJMg/s72-c/_Shoku-dan_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7603399930257077747</id><published>2008-08-13T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:28:34.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Study or NOT TO STUDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKK2jV45ywI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FyF3CxvpLxw/s1600-h/40ys638w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKK2jV45ywI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FyF3CxvpLxw/s320/40ys638w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233946435245427458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THAT IS THE QUESTION....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAPPY TIMES HAHAHAPPY TIMES....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the most important thing I learned in Social Studies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Greeks were the main root of Faggotry. So Psychological scientists people who go crazy finding the roots of gayness in one's genogram start from their greek ancestors. AHOHOHOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BETCHA MY GALLY WOW Tomorrow is the last day of exams! Chem and  FIL AHHHH FACT SHEEEET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhow. Awhile ago I was sleeping right? Like I always do and then I had this cool dream. I was wearing a kimono and a samurai ready to kill a China Man O_O WHY A CHINA MAN? XD BUT anyhow when I was to poke his belly hard with my very sharp samurai my brother woke me up for dinner:/ at 5:50 p.m. Blinking, I woke up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ahohoho this="" is="" a=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  BTW. I think that the english exam was so damn weird! O-o like WTF kind of weird. I mean it wasn't hard it wasn't easy and it was the type of test where you'll surely guess at some numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND THE SOCIAL LONG TEST WAS OKAAAAAAY. I dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then again who typed that freaking test?!? DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO COUNT?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean it's okay if the numbers were like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO she skipped a number no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUT THE TEST WAS LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GO BACK TO THE FIRST GRADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tssss. I was just pissed because I'm this kind of person who relies a lot on the numbers for shading or else I'll get lost so I was like O_O DAYUUUUUUM. Being so vexed I decided to rewrite the whole thing for my own sake. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't feel like studying in Chem anymore. -_- I want to dream and yeah :)) SLEEEEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YOU KNOW AWHILE AGO I WAS LIKE DOING A FUNNY ENGLISH ACCENT IN THE BATHROOM WHILE YEA...... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DOOODS&lt;br /&gt;I MADE THE SCANTRON SONG :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna go with the flow (with the flow)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna shade my letters row by row(BY ROOOOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ahohoho&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-7603399930257077747?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7603399930257077747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7603399930257077747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7603399930257077747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7603399930257077747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-study-or-not-to-study.html' title='To Study or NOT TO STUDY'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SKK2jV45ywI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FyF3CxvpLxw/s72-c/40ys638w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7192818219049752477</id><published>2008-08-09T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:52:43.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;nadynne esguerra: SHIT YOU KNOW WHAT I GIVE UP!&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: I after I'm finally done with my C.L project&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: ABI WORD HANGS!&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: NOT RESPONDING&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: OKAY THANKS ALOT NAMAN :/&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: saving and printing stage na nga eh&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: UGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT! I'M NEVER GONNA FINISH THIS STUPID C.L BROCHURE AND WRITTEN REPORT AFTER HOURS OF STRUGGLING IT ENDS UP TO NOTHING! I STILL HAVE CHEM LONG TEST TOMORROW AND THE T.H.E BAG WHICH LOOKS NOTHING LIKE A BAG! I'M FRUSTRATED NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-7192818219049752477?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7192818219049752477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7192818219049752477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7192818219049752477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7192818219049752477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/pissed-off.html' title='PISSED OFF'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-147551758991624878</id><published>2008-08-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:07:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*SIGH*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJ249N1W_rI/AAAAAAAAACw/NmBlQ2XaQiw/s1600-h/167%7EPromise-Yourself-To-Be-So-Strong-That-Nothing-Can-Disturb-Your-Peace-Of-Mind-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJ249N1W_rI/AAAAAAAAACw/NmBlQ2XaQiw/s400/167%7EPromise-Yourself-To-Be-So-Strong-That-Nothing-Can-Disturb-Your-Peace-Of-Mind-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232541703899381426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP CHRISTIAN! MAHATMA GHANDI WAS AN OPTIMIST AND HE GOT SHOT BY SOME GUY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Moving on.....OMG! WHATTA WEEKEND.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yesterday I went to Joyce's house so we could do our English project but before that we ate at jollibee haha "MERIENDA TIME" yiiiii! anyway so We were eating right? And I suddenly had this loss of appetite so I was like playing with my fries and then I offered them to Ariana.&lt;br /&gt;"Ariana you want fries?"&lt;br /&gt;Ariana was eating her ice cream, "No thanks."&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged then a couple of seconds later I forgot I just asked her if she wanted fries so I extended my hand full of JOLLIBEE FRIES "Ariana you want fries?"&lt;br /&gt;She's like "No thanks."&lt;br /&gt;And then we started talking about random stuff and then I forgot I just asked her that same question.&lt;br /&gt;ARIANA:blablablablabla&lt;br /&gt;me:*cuts her off* WAIT! Ariana you want fries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and she stares at me and I swear I think I saw the WTF expression in her eyes and then we both laughed like really hard I felt like the jollibee was looking at us. Kulit ko kasi eh and then yeah I ended up giving my fries to Joyce, Alghie and Marj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA here's another stupid highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;While we were doing the english project we were talking about random stories about relatives and then Marj suddenly remembered something and she asked, "Naalala niyo ba yung namatay sa Star City? Yung nahulog sa parang LOG JUMP!"&lt;br /&gt;ANd I couldn't stop mysekf from commenting so I interrupted her story with a "OO NAALALA AKO! ANG TANGA TANGA NUNG BABAENG YUN!"&lt;br /&gt;And Marj sort of like waved her arms around. "Wait wait."&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE......&lt;br /&gt;"Pinsan ko yun eh." She continued. And my eyes widened and all of my groupmates were like staring at me as I mouthed the word *shit*&lt;br /&gt;and then SILENCE.....&lt;br /&gt;ANd they all burst out laughing&lt;br /&gt;Joyce was like "Benta mukha ni Nads eh. Sabay bawi dun sa 'ang tanga tanga nun'" :))&lt;br /&gt;SERREH SERREH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Joyce was driving her car and it was awesome I walked from petron to mc do! When I saw the McDonalds sign from the gas station I was like "MALAPIT LANG PALA EH!" but when I started walking I though, "Shit What have I done?" and that was like 9:30 ish na ng gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was sitting alone in mcdo when there was this group of college guys near my table and there's thing guy who leaned-ish on my table and accidentally I glared at him. It happens. You know the unitentional death stare. And he backed away quickly and he was like "sorry sorry"&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUNNY! HIS FACE was a classic XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY HOW&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TODAY'S YM TALKS :)) haha okay wala lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;redundant&gt;&lt;/redundant&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: haha speaking of religion my mom was like "tell me the truth may ibang relihiyon ka na ba?"&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: I was like shit!&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: o_O&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: wtf.&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez:&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: WHAT DID YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: I DUNNO&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: ayun&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: kasi dude I didn't want to go to church&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: it's like it's okay naman kasi if you miss a day at a mass eh you'll hear the same thing the same day only next year&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: :/&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez:&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: i like your reasons.&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: anyway, o tapos, your mom asked that?&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra:&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: no but she was serious&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: like even after the mass&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: she's scared daw for my sake kasi unti-unti na daw akong nagshoshow ng signs that I have a nother religion&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: THAT'S WHAT I ACTUALLY LIKE TO HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: inuunti unti ko siya&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: but I just said like I don't know &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: you want your own religion or you're atheist? if it's the first, what is it? xD&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: not the first&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: dude it's like&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: what the hell&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: muslims kill&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: buddhists kill&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: christians kill&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: catholics kill&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: you religion does not tell what kind of person you are&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: I mean it's hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: yeah&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: but you know&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: I want to tell my mom that even if I don't believe in god I don't kill&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: and&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: well I'll only kill mosquitos&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: gets?&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: I mean she does too!&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: she'll understand&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra:&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: yeah i get it&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra:&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: i just thought of a random question even though you don't believe in God let's say one day he decides to come here for no reason at all and you can talk to him. what'll you say/ask/whatever? )))&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra: why'd you createJesus Christ to save mankind even though you know he'll die and why can't u save mankind yourself and why can't you let the world be I mean if there is no evil then there's no good it's just called balance&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: hurray for punctuation marks!  haha sorry.&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: anyway.&lt;br /&gt;karen ybAnez: awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDEED I'M NOT FOND OF PUNCTUATION MARKS IN YM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;/enter&gt;&lt;/enter&gt;&lt;/enter&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;number 2: ADIK AT SAWI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nadynne esguerra (8/9/2008 10:55:17 PM): SAWING SAWI KA DIN BA?&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra (8/9/2008 10:55:19 PM): :))&lt;br /&gt;Harold ng (8/9/2008 10:55:27 PM): oo naman...&lt;br /&gt;Harold ng (8/9/2008 10:55:35 PM): in all ways... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;yesss&gt;&lt;/yesss&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra (8/9/2008 10:56:00 PM): I feel you!&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra (8/9/2008 10:56:03 PM): :))&lt;br /&gt;Harold ng (8/9/2008 10:56:14 PM): pero parang wala naman sakin un eh&lt;br /&gt;Harold ng (8/9/2008 10:56:20 PM): WALA UN...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;all&gt;&lt;/all&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadynne esguerra (8/9/2008 10:57:36 PM): haha sabi mo eh&lt;br /&gt;Harold ng (8/9/2008 10:57:46 PM): totoo naman eh...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;ona&gt;&lt;/ona&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kawawang bata. Ilang ulit niyang ipinilit na hindi siya sawi XD HAHA masakit pa daw ang lalamunan niya dahit 3 tao daw siya sa radio play nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAY BUHAY NG SAWI....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ito naman adik sa pagka sawi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volleymichie Barcelon (8/9/2008 10:32:45 PM): ang puso ko,parang rubik's cube. may susubok buoin pero susuko. may pipilit bumuo pero iiwan din. pero may taong dadaan at aayusin, at pag nabuo na,bigla ulit sisirain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kawawang Rubik's cube dinamay pa! HAHAHA HI MICHIE :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY GUYS IT'S 12:10! and I'm signing off. night night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-147551758991624878?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/147551758991624878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=147551758991624878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/147551758991624878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/147551758991624878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='*SIGH*'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJ249N1W_rI/AAAAAAAAACw/NmBlQ2XaQiw/s72-c/167%7EPromise-Yourself-To-Be-So-Strong-That-Nothing-Can-Disturb-Your-Peace-Of-Mind-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5335713678087342458</id><published>2008-08-05T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:54:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJghPauzffI/AAAAAAAAACo/zGFXZFuRdgU/s1600-h/4dd5a0cddbc9fc74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJghPauzffI/AAAAAAAAACo/zGFXZFuRdgU/s320/4dd5a0cddbc9fc74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230967515948219890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This picture is niiiice :&gt; HAHA I found it in DA ahohohoho. I like the concept and yea the color is awesome and the paper hearts are just plain wow! HAHA OKAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We don't have homework for today so I'll sleep for a long long long time yay me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*SIGHS* exams next week and I think I'm failing Filipino. OMG WHUUUUT?!? Crisostomo Ibarra some help please??!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Random thought, but I'm scared. I don't know where I'm going in college. I need a good school. Actually, I want somewhere not around here. But whatever that's basically impossible so yea! SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;K YAKULT MADNESS IS UP AGAIN! HAHA SO ADDICTING I'M LOVING IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;kbye :))&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/7696539947266487723-5335713678087342458?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5335713678087342458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5335713678087342458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5335713678087342458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5335713678087342458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha-i-found-it-in-da-ahohohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJghPauzffI/AAAAAAAAACo/zGFXZFuRdgU/s72-c/4dd5a0cddbc9fc74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2772483764988019451</id><published>2008-08-04T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:27:04.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Midori put a            Marlboro between her lips and lit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;           “That’s the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of            death slowly eats away at the region of life and before you know it,            everything's dark and you can’t see and the people around you think            of you as more dead than alive. I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2772483764988019451?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2772483764988019451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2772483764988019451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2772483764988019451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2772483764988019451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/midori-put-marlboro-between-her-lips.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4629498364561064</id><published>2008-08-04T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:15:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT makes sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a way, I can only convey meaningful statements in vague compositions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do not do it purposely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It just happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a way I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That every time you read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have this sense of feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That we are having the same emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You may be far away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You may not know who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but when you read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a way, it makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The feelings we both have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which are tangled within these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are surprisingly similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me what you feel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;it&gt;&lt;/it&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;it&gt;&lt;/it&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-4629498364561064?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4629498364561064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=4629498364561064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4629498364561064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4629498364561064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-makes-sense.html' title='IT makes sense'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2436662031050696470</id><published>2008-08-04T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:05:45.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The raindrops pierce the cemented ground like falling shears from the tormented sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJbR-aUvB8I/AAAAAAAAACg/iwRmR89Fbn4/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJbR-aUvB8I/AAAAAAAAACg/iwRmR89Fbn4/s320/goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230598887385794498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;whatta&gt;&lt;/whatta&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" name="KonaFilter" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future&lt;br /&gt;Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i have made mistakes and i swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll never wrong you again&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lure i can't deny,&lt;br /&gt;But you've had your chance so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" name="KonaFilter" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" name="KonaFilter" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You know how this is: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;if I look &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of the slow autumn at my window, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;if I touch &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;near the fire &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the impalpable ash &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;everything carries me to you, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;as if everything that exists, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;aromas, light, metals, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;were little boats &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that sail &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, now, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;if little by little you stop loving me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If suddenly &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you forget me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;do not look for me, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you think it long and mad, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the wind of banners &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that passes through my life, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and you decide &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to leave me at the shore &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of the heart where I have roots, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;remember &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that on that day, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;at that hour, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I shall lift my arms &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and my roots will set off &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to seek another land. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;if each day, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;each hour, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you feel that you are destined for me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;with implacable sweetness, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;if each day a flower &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ah my love, ah my own, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in me all that fire is repeated, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;without leaving mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;And in a way it has to end. I didn't know how. I didn't know when and then suddenly it just happened. Yesterday it was over. A bucket of cold water was splashed over my head, a distant voice screaming at me. Telling me "You've got to stop now. Waiting will get you nowhere." Reality is far from fantasy, but living in reality would keep me alive than keeping faith that someday you'll turn around and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" name="KonaFilter" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7696539947266487723-2436662031050696470?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2436662031050696470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2436662031050696470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2436662031050696470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2436662031050696470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/raindrops-peirce-cemented-ground-like.html' title='The raindrops pierce the cemented ground like falling shears from the tormented sky'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SJbR-aUvB8I/AAAAAAAAACg/iwRmR89Fbn4/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-8961166854800878728</id><published>2008-08-03T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:32:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN RAIN DON'T GO AWAY BIG CHILDREN WOULD LIKE TO PLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;HAHA WOHOW ALL CAPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It' August 3, 7:23 p.m and it's raining really really hard. AND AND I hope there would be no classes tomorrow! If you know what I mean haha there's this joke Michie sent me. It was soooo gay :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was something like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy: What makes Piolo Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Piolo: Some  vitamins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           Some money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           Some Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           and of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           Some MILBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nyahahahaha serreh serreh it made me laugh even just a tinsy winsy tiny bit! :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like small fonts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SLOWLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DISAPPEARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;must&gt;&lt;/must&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PLAY'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5541105186111009152</id><published>2008-08-03T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:09:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here &gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY SURVEY :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;+ Known as:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Born: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;september 14, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Haircolor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Eyecolor:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 2 - HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Fallen off the bed?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Broken someone else's heart?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess not :&gt; I'm nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Had your heart broken? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Had a dream come true? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in a way yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 3 - CURRENTLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Wearing:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shorts and a blue shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Listening to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Located:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the third floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Chatting with: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Watching: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Should REALLY be:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;studying :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 4 - DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Do you brush your teeth?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of course :D NO CAVITIES AND PROUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Have any piercings? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. I have sa ears, like all the other girls :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Drive? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Drink? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a cell phone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mhm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 5 - THE LAST PERSON YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hugged: i dunno&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :O oh wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ IMed:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamjam xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Talked with on the phone:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 7 - PERSONAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ What comes first in your life?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ What are you most scared of? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Did you lose someone you really loved?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; like a dead grandparent? yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ How many times have you FALLEN in love: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never did :&gt; not yet :)) AYIIII sincere XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 8 - FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Movie: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uhhhh let me see the SAW SERIES :&gt; love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Band: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie oh kammon Benjamin Gibbard is love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Store: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giordano :&gt; and baleno and bossini :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Cousin: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is a hard one :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Sport: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swimming haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Food: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roasted duck with yang chow rice :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Candy: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kisses. normal kisses. cookies and cream kisses.caramel kisses and candy coated kisses :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Day of the week:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ color:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 9 - DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give hugs? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah when I like the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to walk in the rain?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yep yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Prefer black or blue?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep on your side, stomach or back?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a goldfish?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fighting fish...it's waaaay cooler than a goldfish because it fights! :&gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Ever have the falling dream?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Have stuffed animals?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 11 - THIS OR THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pierced nose or tongue?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ MTV or BET?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 7th heaven or dawsons creek? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Chocolate or flowers? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Color or Black-and-white photos? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Stay up late or sleep in? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot or cold? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Sun or moon?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Left or Right?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 10 Acquaintances or one best friend? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Mustard or ketchup?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Spring or Fall?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Happy or sad: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ McDonald's or Burger King? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Mexican or Italian food?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miles nursery xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First screen name:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natsumethatsme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased CD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:hahaha DCFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pets: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the dead rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRY CRY haha jk xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for me? Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last night xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crocs haha school shoes pa ehxD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Song played: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Spring Break Broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iced latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the sewing project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you sang: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; some made up lyrics xD hahaha I do that all the time&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/7696539947266487723-5541105186111009152?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5541105186111009152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5541105186111009152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5541105186111009152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5541105186111009152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here &gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-6771795582406657858</id><published>2008-08-03T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:44:28.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTION TEST :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;COPY,PASTE, Don't look at the bottom before you do the thing or it won't work!&lt;br /&gt;This is scary but pretty accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1 Which color is better red, black, green, blue, or yellow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2 What's your first initial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3 What month is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;september&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4 Which color do you like more, black or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5 Name one of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KAREN ELLIE:)) HAHA 2 nalang :&gt; can't just pick 1 ya know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6 name a number 1-100?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7 Do you like flying or driving more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;8 Do you like a lake or the ocean more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9 Think of a wish, but don't write it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED THIS WISH TO COME TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--Answers--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1 If you chose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Red: You are alert and your life is full of love (REALLY NOW? :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Black : You are conservative and aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Green: Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Blue: You are spontaneous and love kisses and affection from the ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you love and give good advice to those who are down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yellow - You are a very happy person with alot to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2 If you're initial is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A-L: You have a lot of love and friendships in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;M-R: You try to enjoy your life to the maximum &amp;amp; your love life is soon to blossom (HAHAHA AND YOU KEEP ON MAKING ME HOPE FOR IT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;S-Z: You like to help others and your future love life looks very good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3 If you were born in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Jan-Mar: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;April-June: You will have a strong love relationship that will last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;July-Sept: You will have a great year and will experience a major life-changing experience for the good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oct-Dec: Your love life will be great, and eventually you will find your soul mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4 if you chose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Black: Your life will take you on a different direction, it will seem hard at times but will be the best thing for you, and you will be glad for the change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;White: You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realize it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5 This person is your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(YIIII HI GUYS :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6 If it is 1-50 you are a very lovable person and you have a great life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;More than 50, screw the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7 If you chose: Flying - You like adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Driving - You are a laid back person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;8. If you chose: Lake - You are loyal to your friends, your lover, and yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ocean - You are spontaneous and like to please people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9 This wish will come true only if you repost this with the title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Emotion test&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/7696539947266487723-6771795582406657858?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6771795582406657858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=6771795582406657858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6771795582406657858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6771795582406657858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotion-test.html' title='EMOTION TEST :))'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2456711619179044108</id><published>2008-08-03T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:28:08.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED A PROMDATE KTHNXBYE&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;IT MIGHT BE TD &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;whaaaa freakyfreaky&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-2456711619179044108?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2456711619179044108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2456711619179044108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2456711619179044108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2456711619179044108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/whaaaaa.html' title='WHAAAAA'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3245377519676076466</id><published>2008-08-02T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:01:15.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMPF</title><content type='html'>I LOST KAFKA ON THE SHORE :/&lt;br /&gt;I need to find it soon &gt;.&gt; or else i won't fall asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3245377519676076466?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3245377519676076466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3245377519676076466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3245377519676076466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3245377519676076466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmpf.html' title='HMPF'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-1775247570156438982</id><published>2008-07-28T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:24:10.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why So Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SI2OxuHuaxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Kmo8DlgDVIY/s1600-h/heath-ledger-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SI2OxuHuaxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Kmo8DlgDVIY/s320/heath-ledger-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227991727292181266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;I finally watched Batman:The Dark Knight! It was really awesome! Haha the whole time it reminded me of Lord of the Flies :&gt; Haha if you read the book there are a lot of similarities in both stories. You know, the whole time I was gripping the handles of my chair having this urge to find out what's going to happen next. It's like the genius vs. the genius. LIKE WOW. Joker is just smart. I mean sometimes it makes me think what if the crazy people are the normal ones and we are the crazy ones the only thing is we are much more than them which makes them seem so abnormal. The way they think are beyond me. I mean, even that homeless guy on the street who blurts out random stuff which sounds so senless but the only reason why it's senless is because we don't listen. Do you get what I'm saying? HAHA YEAAAAAA. The sensible vs. the nonsensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean think about this. The only reason why we think the nonsense has no sense at all because we understand tht it does not mean anything and if we understand it's meaning therefore there must be some sense into it? HAHA do you get what I'm saying? How many times have I asked that?&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't watched batman yet then watch it now. I think I'm gonna watch Don't Mess with the Zohan and Dave next XD WHEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH MY GOD I was sighing the whole time the movie was playing thinking, "WHY DID HEATH LEDGER DIE?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANd And I have to say Batman was awesome too and two-face and yeah you know I thought that the whole film would only focus on Joker but it turned out that the movie revolved around the three haha I love Batman! AND AND I like that police guy with the wife and the kid I thought he was cool and of course Morgan Freeman and the English guy! They're as awesome :D &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/7696539947266487723-1775247570156438982?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1775247570156438982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=1775247570156438982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1775247570156438982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1775247570156438982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious?'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SI2OxuHuaxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Kmo8DlgDVIY/s72-c/heath-ledger-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-225364295951804746</id><published>2008-07-27T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T05:24:40.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My voice is an echo.Myexistence is a shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Hey babes it's the last day of weekend so&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; let's get drunk with Yakult,&lt;/span&gt; the live lactobasillus drink with shirota strengh whatever whatever hih :D and get busy with pizza!&lt;br /&gt;harhar whoever said it's not the best combination?!? I THINK IT IS! MUWAHAHAHA 3 bottles for breakfast and I lost count for the rest of the day and now my tummy is saying yes to the question "Okay ka ba tiyan?" :&gt; Let's be happy shall we? Paint our faces with picture perfect smiles and pretend we don't hear bittersweet lies. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it? .... A SUNDAY and I haven't watched the darknight yet! boohoo! And like all the other losers in the world I might watch it on the internet as my last resort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;PRETTY PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; O_O I want my blog to be famous did you know that? but but but I don't want to be famous :))))&lt;br /&gt;Irony Irony. it's a beautiful scene don't you agree with me? Oh yay I have no classes tomorrow. It's not much of a yehey but then again I love it you know the way teacher's frown when kids start to scream and shout &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"NO CLASSES TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;" It's like the only way how to feel powerful from within. Yeah... I'm dark like that. haha I'm going to show you stuff today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so yeah I'm not really your perfect role model for kids since I'm that apathetic student. HAHA I DON'T FAIL THOUGH :&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIxNzVm-LXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Rpc36tP6LSM/s1600-h/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIxNzVm-LXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Rpc36tP6LSM/s320/notebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227638811839573362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoooooo this is um My lecture notebook. And I did these doodles during C.L class &gt;.&gt; Haha Yeaaaaah it was um not a very interesting class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIxOPwfh_bI/AAAAAAAAACA/AzFwi0vlleM/s1600-h/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIxOPwfh_bI/AAAAAAAAACA/AzFwi0vlleM/s320/lastscan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227639300092460466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Haha and this is a drawing I did during Chemistry. I attempted to copy my techer's face &gt;.&gt; GAWD! He can't even pronounce my name right :)) Instead of pronouncing it as NADINE he pronounces it as&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; NADEN &lt;/span&gt;german style but I have a feeling he's really bisaya. It's okay I guess I mean it does add humor during the double period of chem class. But it's kinda sad coz I sit in front and when he says NADEN NADEN NADEN NADEN NADEN NADEN all the time it's starts to make me deaf that when he class my name I forget that he's actually calling me already.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; SHIT! It's stuck in my head :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'M GONNA BE FAMOUS  XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-225364295951804746?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/225364295951804746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=225364295951804746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/225364295951804746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/225364295951804746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-voice-is-echomyexistence-is-shadow.html' title='My voice is an echo.Myexistence is a shadow'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIxNzVm-LXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Rpc36tP6LSM/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3100921948368937473</id><published>2008-07-25T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:30:38.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN IT!</title><content type='html'>Counter STRIKE's NOT EVEN WORKING!&lt;br /&gt;ahsdwegfdwetfhdcwetfmncuiewdutfmdcbkdsyfiwehfwledjsdgwdhuew&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to type stuff in separate blog entries?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3100921948368937473?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3100921948368937473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3100921948368937473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3100921948368937473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3100921948368937473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-it.html' title='DAMN IT!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-274902286005298092</id><published>2008-07-25T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:21:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a feeling I'm coming back to my OLD SELF and I'm not particularly happy about it. :/&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/7696539947266487723-274902286005298092?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/274902286005298092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=274902286005298092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/274902286005298092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/274902286005298092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-feeling.html' title='It&apos;s just a feeling'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-355340048594239332</id><published>2008-07-25T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:04:29.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DID YOU KNOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SImk2j-BQZI/AAAAAAAAABo/EKbAULPhnDA/s1600-h/KB4-2007KL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SImk2j-BQZI/AAAAAAAAABo/EKbAULPhnDA/s400/KB4-2007KL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226890099815432594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;THAT EVERY TIME YOU LET ME SHOVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT INTO MY MOUTH IT FEELS LIKE I'M EATING SHIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't find another picture, but just so you know I'm not the pig XDD :/ well I don't want to be the pig. WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-355340048594239332?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/355340048594239332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=355340048594239332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/355340048594239332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/355340048594239332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you-know.html' title='DID YOU KNOW?'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SImk2j-BQZI/AAAAAAAAABo/EKbAULPhnDA/s72-c/KB4-2007KL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5833887773573354334</id><published>2008-07-24T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:45:31.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By not Crying, I'm Killing Myself Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;And it's not even suicide....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever. This would probably be a long post since I'm going to be typing a chapter from this book I am currently reading. *ehemTHEELEPHANTVANISHESehem" Haha anyhow let me rant about what happened lately in my life -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there would come a time when you are forced to choose between someone you love and something you love. Okay, guys this is not even the romantic type of love so save that intrigued look of yours. Well, I've been swimming right? The sport I love the most. The thing is, my mom and I have also been fighting over it. "If this goes on you have to quit. It's not like you need it anyway." I said nothing. I did nothing. Like a living dummy, I just stood there. Look, I was tired and I found it meaningless if I had to answer back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;1) It  is a taboo in a FILIPINO FAMILY. If you answer back, you are forever a black sheep...or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm not really into arguing with my parents. I want to live a peaceful life so if they wish to shout at me I give them the frredom to. There's always the shower and sleep for me to express what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to say something but I didn't. What I wanted to say was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yes, I am well aware that I do not need it but I DESPERATELY WANT IT. I mean, in this stage where I'm really having a hard time swimming laps and drowning myself to death I should be quitting. But I won't because I want it. Do you get it? Unlike the other sports I tried, karate and taekwondo which I never liked from the beginning here's something I'm actually willing to sweat blood just so I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;2) She's always complaining that I also start something but never finish it. I like to tell her that this time I want to finish what I've started and it just pains me that in her mind there's an option THAT I CAN ALWAYS QUIT. The way she talks, it sounds like it's that easy. It's not.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm sloow okay, I actually think that I'm the slowest but whatever. I have this thing that I'm still going to swim as hard as I can until I become fast. There's this obsession inside me that is not very evident which urges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;me to be faster. I WANT TO BE FASTER.&lt;br /&gt;4) It's the only thing I really made importance. I don't even have to add a number 5 after this statement.&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm tired. LIke not just physically tired but everythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;g tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SO... HERE'S THAT CHAPTER I'M TALKING ABOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;One beautiful April morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;in search for a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from east to west, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, both along the same narrow street in Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;They passed each other at the very center of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in the chest. And they knew:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the 100% perfect girl for me&lt;br /&gt;He's the 100% perfect boy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other and dissappearing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to the crowd. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;A sad story, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Okay, so I't not the whole chapter because I realized the whole chapter was too long but yeah this is the most AWWWW moment. Anyway the story goes like this. Once upon a time they meet and they both realized they were perfect for one another. Knowing this, they decided to play with fate so the boy said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;""Let's test ourselves- just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers then sometime , somewhere we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know we are the 100%  perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they did it. THEY DID MEET after 14 years BUT THEY NEVER RE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MEMBERED because both of them had influenza and so they forgot.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess they were not so perfect after all. And... I guess we should never be too confident to play with fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIiHEr6d42I/AAAAAAAAABg/3WZFKrFbrFg/s1600-h/Boy_Meets_Girl_by_EyesOfUnknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIiHEr6d42I/AAAAAAAAABg/3WZFKrFbrFg/s320/Boy_Meets_Girl_by_EyesOfUnknow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226575882140640098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;http://eyesofunknow.deviantart.com/art/Boy-Meets-Girl-55762410&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7696539947266487723-5833887773573354334?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5833887773573354334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5833887773573354334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5833887773573354334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5833887773573354334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/by-not-crying-im-killing-myself-slowly.html' title='By not Crying, I&apos;m Killing Myself Slowly'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIiHEr6d42I/AAAAAAAAABg/3WZFKrFbrFg/s72-c/Boy_Meets_Girl_by_EyesOfUnknow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5774927814883061091</id><published>2008-07-21T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:43:38.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIR2GryN9jI/AAAAAAAAABY/9IaS5viNE0g/s1600-h/tom_alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIR2GryN9jI/AAAAAAAAABY/9IaS5viNE0g/s320/tom_alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225431324861265458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;SORRY, I'M KINDA OFF LATELY&lt;br /&gt;*SIGHS*&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-5774927814883061091?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5774927814883061091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5774927814883061091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5774927814883061091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5774927814883061091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIR2GryN9jI/AAAAAAAAABY/9IaS5viNE0g/s72-c/tom_alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7190684028772828448</id><published>2008-07-21T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:35:53.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIRwGDfg_II/AAAAAAAAABQ/nakorzzt6IY/s1600-h/sad-robot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIRwGDfg_II/AAAAAAAAABQ/nakorzzt6IY/s200/sad-robot.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225424716975635586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm always looking for something but I do not know what exactly I am looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know there's something wrong but I can't seem to dissect the whole problem and find it because I don't even know where to begin. Can you actually feel the wind of change dancing around now? It's frightening that I can notice the smallest of details and yet I cannot speak about it. It was like I was born to feel but never to speak out. I am forever mute without even wanting it. CAN YOU FEEL IT? CAN YOU SEE IT?!?! I can and it's frustrating that I  can't talk about it. I don't know how to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'm flunking English and that is sooooooo weird! Of all the freaking subjects English pa! LIke why?!? Lord of the Flies (I flunked all the quizzes f.y.i) MY Literary Analysis papers bot scored 15/20 WOW! SOOOO LOW. I'd very much like to believe that there's still hope  but gradually I'm already feeling down about it.-_- CRAAAAP and here I am working extra hard unlike before and then this happens. woah thanks a lot. Yeah so I remember what the book said now. I mean the book I was reading. GROTESQUE so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait um here it is. HAHA this is not direct translation since I forgot what page it came from. It sounds something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think it's funny how she thinks trying so hard can bring her somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah it's tiring. What's the point of even trying so hard when you don't have the brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if you try so hard, if you don't have the talent or the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You end up nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's reality. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something like that. DOn't worry when I find the page I'll quote it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-7190684028772828448?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7190684028772828448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7190684028772828448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7190684028772828448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7190684028772828448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-losing-it.html' title='I&apos;m losing it'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIRwGDfg_II/AAAAAAAAABQ/nakorzzt6IY/s72-c/sad-robot.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-575168080807233294</id><published>2008-07-20T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:30:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulp it down babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AND SUDDENLY YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIL3gqvkNcI/AAAAAAAAABI/VrnD-WdDRu0/s1600-h/vcu-puke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIL3gqvkNcI/AAAAAAAAABI/VrnD-WdDRu0/s200/vcu-puke3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225010658304865730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-575168080807233294?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/575168080807233294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=575168080807233294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/575168080807233294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/575168080807233294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/gulp-it-down-babe.html' title='Gulp it down babe'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SIL3gqvkNcI/AAAAAAAAABI/VrnD-WdDRu0/s72-c/vcu-puke3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-8656817409705574878</id><published>2008-07-18T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:39:38.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="438"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=92020574&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=92020574&amp;amp;width=1337" height="438" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/92020574/"&gt;GRR ANGrY STAr&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://jnsun.deviantart.com/"&gt;jnsun&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;I FEEL LIKE A HYPOCRITE AND IT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's just how it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one knows me anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah kiss my ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't give a ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and you shouldn't give a---- either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause you're just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH I'M BITTER OKAY? WHATEVER YOU SAY. BITTER BITTER BITTER! HAPPY NOW? ---- ---- ---- ---- ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need a nice doze of something happy :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRRRRRRRR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't even explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, I can't finish things I want to say BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING TO SAY SO DON'T FORCE ME TO SAY IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-8656817409705574878?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8656817409705574878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=8656817409705574878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8656817409705574878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8656817409705574878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-hypocrite-and-it-feels-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3815680705503539772</id><published>2008-07-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:26:11.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Sighs* I need space. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm having fun with people around me&lt;br /&gt;but I think that&lt;br /&gt;I need to be alone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm feeling kind of sick lately&lt;br /&gt;like BLEH *ehempretendtosayblehalotandyou'llknowwhatkindofsickimeanehem*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everything is starting to suffocate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat&lt;br /&gt;I BLEH&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat&lt;br /&gt;I still BLEH&lt;br /&gt;STRESSSTRESSSTRESS Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;Places&lt;br /&gt;I just one to runaway without anyone knowing and&lt;br /&gt;bathe under the rain like it's the normal thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been the longest week for me.&lt;br /&gt;Probably, because I was soooo looking forward to having&lt;br /&gt;NO CLASSES AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck at that though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so some alone time would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3815680705503539772?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3815680705503539772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3815680705503539772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3815680705503539772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3815680705503539772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2987961262287973366</id><published>2008-07-16T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T03:32:58.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;THIS MUST BE THE LAMEST YOUTUBE VIDEO I SAW AND YET IT MADE ME CRACK.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/28-6quBAkYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/28-6quBAkYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um yeah awhile ago, we had swimming and then they were picking the varsity members. I saw my coach tick the names of the ones included and I felt sad when I didn't see a mark beside my name. I thought I was going to cry. It's just that I felt like I had to be there but I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I went home. I looked at the paper again. Yeah, I like getting hurt. I'm a real masochist. I wanted to feel the same feeling I felt earlier on where there was this imaginary voice telling me, "HAHA! You suck. You're not fast enough to be part of the varsity." When I peered at the paper again, I saw an A beside my name. WHEEEE. You know what an A means?&lt;br /&gt;It meant that I'm part of CLASS A! A VARSITY! woot woot. NO more P.E. It's not that I'm bragging it's just that I'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SH3J1VplayI/AAAAAAAAABA/XdCMFrnt5_A/s1600-h/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SH3J1VplayI/AAAAAAAAABA/XdCMFrnt5_A/s320/lastscan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223553061001456418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m really really overjoyed at the same time scared because me, not being fast enough is a sure fact! SOOOO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHA Michie was doing this during health class yesterday&lt;/span&gt;! I'm well aware that you know what's under the second black mark but the first you have to guess :&gt; HAHAHA But I'm sure you know. BOO HOO :/ I don't like health. It's full of hypocracy and impracticality. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to keep my cool, because that is what you have to do if you want to survive in this kind of world. I've heard it's worse outside school. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..... 73% How I wish that was true but NOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;It's as opposite as black and white. Kind of depressing but as we all know depression is part of reality. As a kid, I've learned to live in reality and accept the harsh consequences of it before I grow up and let myself adjust with such atmosphere. It's better when you're used to it. It's better when you're eyes are already open to dirt, lies, filth and sinister smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound harsh but let me tell you this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Being a Pessimist simply means that&lt;br /&gt;You are a realist.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're a realist&lt;br /&gt;It might mean You're also a fatalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not saying this is true, but personally Optimists freak me out. It just doesn't seem real. Happiness, it's not real. I mean this world is full of people trying to search for happiness and when they get tired of searching they claim they are contented therefore they're happy but the truth is they're not. They've just given up their search. I'll say this again, This is only based from my persnal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALISTS are happy people. -_- THis statement is a paradox of the statement I just dropped awhile ago but whatever happiness means I still think that realists are happy people. Why you ask? I think it's because that realists have already accepted the ugliness of the world there for they're not wasting so much time in searching what is never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contradicting myself again. It's kid of annoying but hey it's a given fact that the heart is always not in sync with the brain and yet they belong to one person. Do you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;*SIGHS* This is starting to become hopeless. I'm still wishing there would be no classes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this tiny tinge of hope peeking in my heart really wishing I could sleep for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end now :)) NYAHAHAHA SEE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-2987961262287973366?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2987961262287973366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2987961262287973366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2987961262287973366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2987961262287973366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SH3J1VplayI/AAAAAAAAABA/XdCMFrnt5_A/s72-c/lastscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-6674704562186443138</id><published>2008-07-15T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:15:44.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAAAAY&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SHy-zEt9ikI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HWI6B74TTUs/s1600-h/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SHy-zEt9ikI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HWI6B74TTUs/s320/scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223259452492057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;YEAH SHE'S SCARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;BUT I KNOW I'M NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't say that I believe in that July 18, 2008 earthquake. But then again, there is a fifty percent chance that it can happen and a fifty percent chance that it won't. I mean there are ONLY TWO options in this world anyway. GO FIGURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I was thinking, awhile ago in class that if it happens and I die I think I'm ready. The thing is it'll happen in every one of us someday and it's just that it happened to me first. I mean in one way or another there has got to be an end. It doesn't matter how it happens it's just that there is an end. Do you get what I'm saying? Well yeah END OF THE WORLD. END OF THE MOVIE. END OF THE ROAD. END OF THE DAY. END OF THE LIFE. And other sorts of ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm vexed though, with the thought that I only have Wednesday, Thursday and the Half of Friday to live. I mean, I am ready but there are still things left unsaid. Unfortunately, there is not much time for me to left a memoir and hide it under my bed so when my house collapses and a few years later they'll recover and publish it. WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's kinda sad that if that ever happens I only got famous when I'm already six feet under the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;KESERA SERA whatever will be will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If Friday is the end Let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I only have two days left then thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If it doesn't happen then thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If it does happen ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I still think classes should be suspended though xD I mean you'll never know right?&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/7696539947266487723-6674704562186443138?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6674704562186443138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=6674704562186443138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6674704562186443138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6674704562186443138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/apocalypse-wow.html' title='Apocalypse WOW!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SHy-zEt9ikI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HWI6B74TTUs/s72-c/scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2808517927269076721</id><published>2008-07-14T03:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:33:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o_o</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T SEE MY CBOX :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUWHYYYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2808517927269076721?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2808517927269076721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2808517927269076721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2808517927269076721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2808517927269076721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/oo.html' title='o_o'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-626676726109886460</id><published>2008-07-14T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:48:46.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh come on! It's cool :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Find the 3 and u will get a kiss tommorow&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSS3SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find the B! 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/&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as u made ur two wishes repost this as "test ur EYES" if u dont ur wishes wont come true!!!U got twenty min&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/7696539947266487723-626676726109886460?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/626676726109886460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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It&apos;s cool :D'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-1896927846825028889</id><published>2008-07-14T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:35:16.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEHEY</title><content type='html'>Yay I've got a new background! :))))&lt;br /&gt;Um it's raining and I am really hoping there would be no classes tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Hey is the thing about the earthquake true?!?&lt;br /&gt;JULY 18, 2008!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to feel the earth shake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not! Pssssh too bad our school is at the fault line so no matter how fast I run. I'll surely die right away. Or maybe not. Since I'm a bad weed xD Kidding kidding Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow yeah I just wanted to brag my new background :&gt; It's so hot. The glasses change colors. Cool cool hahaha YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-1896927846825028889?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1896927846825028889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=1896927846825028889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1896927846825028889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/1896927846825028889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/yehey.html' title='YEHEY'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7061125177576754317</id><published>2008-07-13T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:37:47.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SUNLIGHT ANYMORE :((</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiCUXPag0sM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiCUXPag0sM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay so I'm done with the Social Studies project but then again there's still a long list waiting for me. :/ I still have a math long test, An english critique paper to write. NOLI ME TANGERE! Um Chapters 13-14? or was it 14-15 for Social studies and many more. As much as I would like to complain I can't since complaining brings me nowhere. -__- Well, I know I can complain forever but after that I'm still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBLIGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do the job anyway or else I'll fail highschool. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLAME THE NAZIS FOR HOMEWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I actually thought Hitler was cool for being Hitler but after I le&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SHoTBmqhKJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VruQiDoBHnQ/s1600-h/piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SHoTBmqhKJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VruQiDoBHnQ/s320/piggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222507636169189522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arned that they created homework to make children suffer I started to abhor them! Like BIG TIME! Anyway, It's 10:19 p.m and I'm done with math, social and english and being the diligent student I always am I shall cram the others tomorrow morning. AHIHIHI XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next weekend. Hopefully I can sleep the whole day and hibernate. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear After college I'm going to get really really rich and slack around.&lt;br /&gt;dot&lt;br /&gt;dot&lt;br /&gt;dot&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound like a good plan &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch aliens and sell them so I could make money :D&lt;br /&gt;Bleh whatever right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH&lt;br /&gt;I'll be reading Lord of The Flies for our book report &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear PIGGY is such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that he's fat. I mean I'm fat but then he's soooo well he's acting soooo annoying it makes me hate him. But then again, I feel sad for him since they threw a large boulder at him towards the end. I think they got sick of his ranting.  I'm mean. I think I laughed at that part. SORRY PIGGY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm not yet done with the book but I know the ending XD&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie okay!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MGM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;br /&gt;He's a FAT BOY but he's moving like Beyonce!!!! Oh god I love that song :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-7061125177576754317?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7061125177576754317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7061125177576754317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7061125177576754317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7061125177576754317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sunlight-anymore.html' title='NO SUNLIGHT ANYMORE :(('/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SHoTBmqhKJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VruQiDoBHnQ/s72-c/piggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-5784039100516801023</id><published>2008-07-11T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:03:37.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S TRUE</title><content type='html'>I can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRETEND&lt;/span&gt; but I can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER LIE.&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-5784039100516801023?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5784039100516801023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=5784039100516801023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5784039100516801023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/5784039100516801023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-true.html' title='IT&apos;S TRUE'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2352641589996750442</id><published>2008-07-11T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:01:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought I can escape even for just one night</title><content type='html'>WHOO! What a long title. Anyhow....&lt;br /&gt;I have not been blogging since MAY 31 O_O since my computer crashed. HUWAW&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back ahihihi from the retreat and you know retreats are for reflecting but I haven't really done any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home. I'm back to reality and reality is nasty.&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;Like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banging of the doors.&lt;br /&gt;The unnecessary bickering.&lt;br /&gt;SHOUTING&lt;br /&gt;SHOUTING&lt;br /&gt;It's all inside me&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;My presence seems to be not very significant.&lt;br /&gt;It's painful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SHOUT!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can escape for just one night.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can hide.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's another world waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like writing in verses.&lt;br /&gt;It's short and easy.&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity of it's look&lt;br /&gt;And the complexity of it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful paradox.&lt;br /&gt;Created by lies&lt;br /&gt;in which a truth is told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SEE ME&gt; PLEASE HEAR ME&gt; PLEASE TALK TO ME&gt;I'M HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2352641589996750442?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2352641589996750442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2352641589996750442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2352641589996750442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2352641589996750442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-i-thought-i-can-escape-even-for.html' title='And I thought I can escape even for just one night'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-8782944595250095490</id><published>2008-05-31T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T05:18:00.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY 31, 2005</title><content type='html'>Yay the personal computer is alive. Pero it's so sad kasi the memory is corrupted or something like that. Basta, I can't use YM, IE, and I can't go to blogger for some odd reason. :/ Haha oh well. Haha Nothing's really happening. Well, actually a lot of things happened but I have no plans whatsoever on exposing them online. I'll talk about it though haha just a bit lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Some people went to our house. My nanay and them got into this shouting party. It wasn't really like a party since it wasn't fun. I was in my room the whole time doing emo stuff. xD WTF I meant drawing and poetry. I don't really get it. How can people forget about "what they've been through" just because of money? Whatever. It's kind of disappointing but that's just how human beings are too. GREED and SELFISHNESS two characteristics we all have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My friends and I went to eastwood. It was a breath of fresh air. It pulled me out of craziness for a day. I don't know if they noticed. I think they didn't really, but I was really happy. It was just the escape I needed. You know, my head is already filled with stuff I don't really want to think about. STRESS during the summer is really stressful. It's like being not able to talk even if you can for the whole year because you can't and suddenly you escape and shout FUCK THE WORLD!!!!! in a big open space. It's amazing I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My tito brought us to places. Bar Hopping. I like Alchemy, but I don't like the taste of margarita. Alchohol is just not made for me. So yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I have to go home now. I'm in San Juan eh, my lolo's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, bye ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-8782944595250095490?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8782944595250095490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=8782944595250095490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8782944595250095490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8782944595250095490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-31-2005.html' title='MAY 31, 2005'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-3543456162928836146</id><published>2008-05-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:56:27.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e395/FallenAngelKatera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Crazy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e395/FallenAngelKatera/Crazy.gif" alt="Crazy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm turning crazy. FORTUNATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't get it. I mean there are two sides of a story. Maybe in one side they're the protagonist and the other side is the antagonist but from the other side's point of view it's vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling that you're not supposed to be part of it but you are dragged into it because the people who are part of it is your family. O_O shit run on sentences sorry. Anyway, I'm the type of person who doesn't really give a shit about things but is being constantly dragged into the issue. FUCK RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Honestly I want to get this over it. I mean just kiss and make up, but even if that happens "that certain incident" will never be forgotten. It's inevitable because it's so big. I mean a lot of people who aren't even supposed to be a part of it became a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life of mine is pathetic. That all I can do is sit and watch. I can't tell who's right or wrong even if I know who because I AM JUST A KID. I will always be just a kid in older people's eyes maybe the only time that I'm smart enough to talk is when I'm about to die and tell people that "BEEN THERE DONE THAT." psssh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry maybe you'll just realize the original content of this post if you know what I'm talking about, but if you don't then live with it. I have realized something that is very essential. Living a life knowing nothing and being called stupid is much better than living a life knowing a lot of things and becoming paranoid because you can't talk about it so you have to pretend you don't know a damn thing. SEE? it's complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it a hundred times maybe it'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-3543456162928836146?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3543456162928836146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=3543456162928836146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3543456162928836146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/3543456162928836146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/05/bleh-whatever.html' title='bleh whatever'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-8099104405220830963</id><published>2008-05-07T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:36:45.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And all I can do is shut up!</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things which happen that I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of words which are said to me that I despise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of actions done which I disagree of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've turned deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've turned blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've turned mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is sigh and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of talking when you'll end up wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of doing something when it'll be thought of as "rebelling"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of caring when at the end of the day, you're not supposed to anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring to be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickening to be a stupid child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY WHEN AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for my own room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought I don't believe in him I'll thank him for the cold shower too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK it's tiring to be living in a house with people you're not sure you want to be with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-8099104405220830963?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8099104405220830963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=8099104405220830963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8099104405220830963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/8099104405220830963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-all-i-can-do-is-shut-up.html' title='And all I can do is shut up!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-4457159700291853069</id><published>2008-05-03T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:37:09.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A RAT KINGDOM!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've finally decided to take a break from writing Contradiction after like um 9 chapters? So yeah I was looking around fictionpress and clicking random stories and I found the Rat Kingdom whatever the title is. So here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked *click click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I read the story. And then after the first half my face was like O: because the king has and 18 year old child. A fifteen yr old child and a 5 yr. old child. AND WAS LIKE *gulp* Can rats reach that age? Okay and then I tried to shrug that thought off  so I read again and then I realize that "OH MY GOD I'M READING A ATORY ABOUT A RAT KINGDOM! A RAT KINGDOM FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WITH 18, 15 and 5 YEAR OLD RATS O_O" what if they visit me  at home? what the hell will I do?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I decided at that moment to look for another story okay good day and good bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-4457159700291853069?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4457159700291853069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=4457159700291853069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4457159700291853069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/4457159700291853069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/05/rat-kingdom.html' title='A RAT KINGDOM!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2415923219583468881</id><published>2008-04-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:42:14.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA YAY!!!!!! I lost inches :)) I thought I grew fatter but NOOOOO! I lost yay! from 34 to 32 O_O It's still big but I don't care :)) I'm happy about it weeeeee. hahaha Coz yesterday we went to Giordano to buy some pants an then I'm like I'm a 34 so they gave me a 34 buuuut it was so big so I tried on a 32 and yay it fits!!!! HAHAHHAHA so now I'm going back there to buy shorts! Ya know the knee length ones. I have fettish for those eh. SO yeah! YAAAAAY! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2415923219583468881?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2415923219583468881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2415923219583468881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2415923219583468881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2415923219583468881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-389101094351131231</id><published>2008-04-19T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:32:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is finally a title!</title><content type='html'>*drum roll please* dun dun dun dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the title is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"CONTRADICTION"&lt;br /&gt;something something something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't decided on something yet :/ XD My friend is helping me though.... THANKS FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember: all things in this blog is CODED xD no names, no places ANONYMOUS woohoo&lt;br /&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/7696539947266487723-389101094351131231?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/389101094351131231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=389101094351131231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/389101094351131231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/389101094351131231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-finally-title.html' title='There is finally a title!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-70471133692431107</id><published>2008-04-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:41:24.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CONFESSION :D</title><content type='html'>Yeah, maybe he's the one I'll ask for the prom :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always watched him from afar.&lt;br /&gt;(Not like the stalker kind of way though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that it's okay it's not my hand he's holding now.&lt;br /&gt;(and yes it's okay as I see him make her smile I die inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always gazed at his light brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;(as we have those silly little talks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wished he's face would go away everytime I dream at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn after all these years he's still the reason why I sleep at 4 .am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-70471133692431107?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/70471133692431107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=70471133692431107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/70471133692431107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/70471133692431107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/04/confession-d.html' title='A CONFESSION :D'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-6228787760376966634</id><published>2008-04-15T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:08:21.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to make my brain work today :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-6228787760376966634?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6228787760376966634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=6228787760376966634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6228787760376966634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6228787760376966634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/04/think-write-live-i-cant-seem-to-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-6308383006178704987</id><published>2008-04-14T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:34:11.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED (yet)VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is  distorted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contradiction is reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a Contradiction to the Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mind is superior to the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart is inferior to the Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the Heart is the one who rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It Contradicts for the Mind Gives the orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT IS REALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Are we given choices on how to live or is everything there waiting for us to live? I do not understand a lot of thing. Suddenly, what was non-sense actually makes a lot of sense.  I cannot comprehend. I wish to manipulate my thoughts, my words, my actions and yet at the end of the day I question myself. Did I really make myself do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As I put my hand in my pocket to grab the tissue paper with my writings on. I felt nothing. It was gone. Maybe it fell on the sandbox where the swing was at the park when  I crumpled it. I don't know. Maybe the wind blew it away. I don't know. Is it in the garbage can now? I don't know. Maybe someone else picked it up. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It's funny. I feel like I'm drifting along with everybody else. Running, walking, jogging somewhere, someplace I do not know. The wind is blowing me like how it blew away my tissue. I do not know where I am headed to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7696539947266487723-6308383006178704987?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6308383006178704987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=6308383006178704987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6308383006178704987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/6308383006178704987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled-yetvii.html' title='UNTITLED (yet)VII'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-7439052183743992119</id><published>2008-04-09T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:07:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET THE RANTER TALK!</title><content type='html'>Hello! It's me haha tehartist13. So yeah. I like writing. It's fun. I can manipulate every move of the character. While manipulating, I can be the character itself. I love the idea of being someone I am not. Sometimes in fun. You know, being out of your real  character and getting inside someone else. I am Stitches at the same time I am Trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, this might not be connected to my topic haha I think that "NOT CARING" is just an excuse for our short comings. I mean if I don't really care about spelling or such maybe it's just because I have no idea how to spell that word correctly. Do you get it? Well, Whatever. Haha I just wanted to make YOU FEEL that yes tehartist13 is alive and I would be posting other entries rather than the UNTITLED ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-7439052183743992119?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7439052183743992119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=7439052183743992119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7439052183743992119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/7439052183743992119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-ranter-talk.html' title='LET THE RANTER TALK!'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7696539947266487723.post-2778418829596504987</id><published>2008-04-01T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:35:07.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay first post</title><content type='html'>Yup this is my first post. YAY ME -_- haha anyway I decided to create this account since I'm super bored. It's summer and I have nothing to do but slack and help around the house so umm yep. I'm sleepy and it's 3 p.m aaaaand I WANT TO GO HOME! :(( and see everybody yay us :X I got nothing to do :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7696539947266487723-2778418829596504987?l=wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2778418829596504987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7696539947266487723&amp;postID=2778418829596504987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2778418829596504987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7696539947266487723/posts/default/2778418829596504987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehavetimetowrite.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-first-post.html' title='Yay first post'/><author><name>tehartist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612809006678480453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Uqf9-6_POE/SkG4Yu_sMcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W294oggrvlI/S220/SDC12342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
