<?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-3862674407800290283</id><updated>2011-12-16T11:38:49.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madam Red</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8166523690701619475</id><published>2011-04-01T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T05:55:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napag-iiwanan</title><content type='html'>You know that awkward moment in your family's car, where you're sitting there talking about nothing under the muse of something, and then suddenly, you feel like they're so far away since they're talking about something you don't know, talk about people you don't even know, talk about topics that you don't and probably won't know for the rest of your life since your goals aren't even close to theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, Pa. Napag-iiwanan na ko nila ate at kuya. Pano na to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8166523690701619475?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8166523690701619475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8166523690701619475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8166523690701619475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8166523690701619475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/04/napag-iiwanan.html' title='Napag-iiwanan'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2699808216845479657</id><published>2011-03-02T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T05:57:04.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization. Nanaman.</title><content type='html'>Dahil alam kong wala namang nagbabasa ng blog ko, hahaha, magrerealization ulit ako. Part two. Or three. Or 86712875728. Kasi andami kong realization sa buhay, di ko naman inaapply. Parang sira lang. Sayang effort na magrealize. Ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ilang taon kong nabuhay sa mundo, masasabi ko nang tama ang hinala ko: nakakasawa ang mukha ko. HAHAHAHA. Okay, natatawa ako kasi lagi kong iniisip na hinde; na maayos ang itsura ko at okay naman ang pagdadala, na maaliwalas naman kahit papaano, na presentable na para sa iba. Hinde. Hindi totoo yung mga yun. Isang malaking kasinungalingan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinocompare ko yung itsura ko nung prom tsaka yung everyday life. Ampangit ko, haha. Hindi ko dinedegrade ang sarili ko. (Kasi sa totoo lang pag sinabihan akong pangit dinidibdib ko pero pag ako nagsabi sa sarili ko tanggap ko.) Madami kasing maganda sa mundo. Tae. Nakakahiya naman magmaganda kung wala ka namang mukhang ipagmamalaki. Siguro may magdidisagree (which I think is mali din since wala ngang nagbabasa ng blog ko duh) pero sorry, ganun talaga pag pangit, in denial pa sa simula, LOLJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tama na ang usapang kapangitan, baka lalo kayong mabore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uyyyy, matatapos na ang third year. Yie, fourth year na yan next school year o. Yieeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay shet ang bilis ng panahon ano ba naman yan o wehhh wag muna tae enjoy ako sa buhay ko ngayon ay joke lang 7 uwian no thanks sige gora lang tayo sa fourth year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala nanamang magawaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2699808216845479657?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2699808216845479657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2699808216845479657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2699808216845479657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2699808216845479657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/03/realization-nanaman.html' title='Realization. Nanaman.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7577973427786906396</id><published>2011-03-02T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:59:46.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANONG NAPALA KO SA SCHOOL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIMPLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYEBAGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit ng ulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Napuyat ako kakagawa ng report sa ABR. Tapos malalaman ko nalang di ako aabutin! Badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Wag na nating ipagdasal na abutin ako bukas, diba. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaantok na ko, wait. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7577973427786906396?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7577973427786906396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7577973427786906396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7577973427786906396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7577973427786906396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/03/anong-napala-ko-sa-school-pimples.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3670573964360093248</id><published>2011-02-21T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:17:36.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="15"&gt;EEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3670573964360093248?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3670573964360093248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3670573964360093248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3670573964360093248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3670573964360093248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/02/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-4331644082097994130</id><published>2011-02-12T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T05:33:58.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182075_1603208636142_1113895165_31272660_4404873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182075_1603208636142_1113895165_31272660_4404873_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GUESS WHO JUST HAD HER PROM&lt;br /&gt;(Hala sige pagtripan ang salamin huy mabasag mo yan ikaw magbabayad.)&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/3862674407800290283-4331644082097994130?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4331644082097994130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=4331644082097994130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4331644082097994130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4331644082097994130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/02/prom.html' title='PROM'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2322607124567266685</id><published>2011-02-09T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T03:02:19.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>Ngayon ko lang narealize na madami akong hindi alam tungkol sa mga kaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na ituloy to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2322607124567266685?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2322607124567266685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2322607124567266685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2322607124567266685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2322607124567266685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/02/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1782642181703297619</id><published>2011-02-04T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:51:47.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napag-isip isip</title><content type='html'>Sisihin nyo yung OrCom ng UP Manila kung bakit ako magpopost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa kanila, siguro isasama ko sa choices ko ang Orcom pag nag-UPCAT ako. Natatakot ako sa pwedeng maging future ko. Anong mangyayari pag college na ko? Pano pag grumaduate na ko? San ako hahanap ng trabaho? Wala kasing assurance ngayon. Ano bang malay ko kung anong mangyayari kung pumasa man ako ng UP. Ano bang malay ko kung hindi ako makapasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala talagang assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pagkatapos ng seminar, naririnig ko yung mga kaklase ko na pinag-uusapan yung mga itatake nila sa college. Weird ba kung hindi pa rin ako masyado decided? I have no idea kung anong gusto ko. Weird diba. Ayoko kasi siguro mag-expect masyado ang mga tao. Nakakatakot kasi pag inaasahan ka nila. Pano pag hindi ka fit sa standards nila? Ayoko madisappoint sila sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga finoforce ko sarili kong gawin ang tama, pero ang problema, hindi ko alam kung ano yung tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yung elections pa! Nako, sakit sa ulo. Sa totoo lang, andami kong naririnig na pangalan ng mga tatakbo, pero sa ibang narinig ko, hindi ko makita yung potential nilang pamunuan ang MaSci student body. Siguro nga nagiging judgmental ako, pero ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope na maging okay ang last year ko sa Masci. February na, malapit na ko maging Fourth year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I make the right choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1782642181703297619?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1782642181703297619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1782642181703297619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1782642181703297619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1782642181703297619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/02/napag-isip-isip.html' title='Napag-isip isip'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8871100743023132896</id><published>2011-01-31T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:49:40.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minsan</title><content type='html'>Minsan, may mga pagkakataon na mapapaisip ka kung meron pa bang nakakaintindi sa'yo. Tipong hindi ka na mapasaya ng mga taong inaasahan mong magpapasaya sayo. Ewan. Tapos hindi mo naman masasabi sa kanila kasi ayaw mong mag-iba yung trato sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super malas ko these days. Nasnatch yung hikaw ko. Pangit yung pinatahi kong damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba naman tong buhay na to. Hindi na nakakaexcite yung prom. Amboring na ng school. Nakakabadtrip na. Problema kasi sa buhay, hindi mo naman masasabi na galit ka, kasi most of the time iisipin ng tao kumukuha ka lang ng atensyon galing sa iba. Tapos ineexpect ng tao na maging masayahin ka. Eh pano ba yan, hindi ako masaya. Patayan nalang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako masaya. Walang makakaintindi sakin. Wag nyo na kong subukang intindihin. Hindi nyo kaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8871100743023132896?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8871100743023132896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8871100743023132896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8871100743023132896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8871100743023132896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/minsan.html' title='Minsan'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8368535668085362868</id><published>2011-01-28T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:43:21.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink in the dark</title><content type='html'>Ayun, 2 AM na. Di na ko makatulog kasi naman, dumating si Ate and Friends galing duty. Grabe, bigla silang dumating tapos biglang maingay tapos di na ko makatulog tapos ang cute ni Peter the Panda tapos ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chineck ko kung may Rollercoaster: The Musical na, nagulat ako last week pa inupload. Like, heck. Nakakainis, di ko naman alam. Premiere is 28. TAE. Oh well. So, catchy yung Hey Ferb na kanta, nakakainis. Okay, bakit ako naiinis. Di, joke lang, expression lang yun. :&gt; So ansayaaa, grabe, ang galing. Super deja vu, pero maganda yung mga dinagdag na kanta. Lalo na yung Carpe Diem! Okay, di na ko magspospoil. Hintayin nyo nalang sa Disney Channel. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun, 12 kami dinismiss, (hehe) tapos ginawa akong Barbie ni Camille. Pumunta kasi kaming bahay nya tapos kumain ng spaghetti tapos nanood ng yaoi (mild lang po) tapos nagpractice sila magheels tapos naglaro ng taptap. Uhh, yun, tapos real life dress up game. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sobrang tagal ng byahe pabalik ng Masci, ugh. Badtrip like hell. Chumika pa kami ni Alec sa jeep, matagal-tagal din kasi mga 30 minutes kaming nasa Espana. Tama ba naman yun. Nakakastress. Sabi nya punta daw kami sa exhibit ng UST. Gusto ko sana, kaso late na. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fractaleeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8368535668085362868?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8368535668085362868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8368535668085362868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8368535668085362868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8368535668085362868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/blink-in-dark.html' title='Blink in the dark'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-16249451907364143</id><published>2011-01-26T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:37:08.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissection hellyea</title><content type='html'>Partner ko si Camel sa dissection, di ba. Grabe. ANTAPANG. Hindi man lang tumili (kasi nga maton nga diba) nung nakawala saglit. Si Sir Divina, ayaw nya ng tumitili. Nanririndi sya. So ayun, chloroform ginamit namin kasi sabi ni Sir matagal daw ang Ethanol. Ayun, so nung una sumisipa sipa pa. Makulit. (Hindi ako may hawak e, ano ba namang malay ko. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos kinulong namin sa canister saglit hanggang makatulog. YEAH. Nakatulog sya, tapos nakapin na yung legs nya. Tapos triny ko iscalpel nung pinapabukas na yung skin, sabi ni Sir magscissors nalang daw. (Ang galing kasi ng mga kapatid ko e. Scalpel scalpel pang nalalaman.) So yung iniscalpel kong part na hindi naman na butas, dumugo ng super slight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, napin na yung balat. Muscle naman. Ang hirap simulan sa chest kasi may buto, so sabi nila Claudelle sa baba daw namin simulan. Nung ginupit ko na, sumabit yung anus. So ayun, dugo dugo tapos natuwa kami kasi nalaman naming buhay pa si froggy. :O Tumitibok pa ang puso nyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tinatamad na ko  magkwento. =)) Tae bat kasi nagbrownout diba. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-16249451907364143?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/16249451907364143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=16249451907364143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/16249451907364143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/16249451907364143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/dissection-hellyea.html' title='Dissection hellyea'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3852681042299408940</id><published>2011-01-25T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:51:06.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed = Desserts</title><content type='html'>Wala akong pinahihiwatig. Gusto ko lang ng cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so ngayong araw na to, parang lahat kami nagkukumahog maghanap ng palaka, dissection kit, blowpipe, etc. Dissection bukas. Wala, hindi ko alam kung anong gagawin. Gosh. Parang nakakakaba kasi babae ako, ano ba namang malay ko kung lumabas ang girly side ko at biglang mandiri sa palaka. Tapos biglang tumalon sa mukha ko. FFFFFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner ko si Camel. Siya daw hahawak, ako papatay. (Lord, project po namin to, wag nyo po ako sisihin...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, buong hapon ata ako nagconfession kay Gem. Nakaluhod ako sa stage tapos sabay sabi "Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned, this is my nth confession" na nagsimula sa 6th na umabot sa 12th. Hardcore, walang magawaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinihintay ko yung blog ni Alec. =)) Gagawa daw sya bago e. Antagaaaaal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3852681042299408940?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3852681042299408940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3852681042299408940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3852681042299408940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3852681042299408940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/stressed-desserts.html' title='Stressed = Desserts'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3932965700129350161</id><published>2011-01-23T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:28:57.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAMSPAMSPAM</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll admit it. Gusto ko nang magbirthday. Half of me wants to know kung sino mga babati. One fourth, gusto yung pagkain. One fourth, yung regalo (which I highly doubt *sigh*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Tapos feeling ko sobrang adik ko sa Phineas and Ferb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi chinecheck ko ang schedule ng release ng mga bagong episodes at inaalarm ko sa cellphone ko sa day ng release tapos alam ko kung ilang kanta ang gagawin sa movie at alam kong sa June/July irerelease yung movieng Across the 2nd Dimension at meron akong songs ng sa cellphone ko at may episodes din pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na, ako na ang adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eh kasi kelangan ko maging inspired KUNG HINDI HINDI KO MATATAPOS YUNG FANFIC KO ;___;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa birthday ko, gusto ko ulit yung nangyari last year pero hindi sa mismong birthday ko pero 4 days after. Nasa bahay, laptop tapos may wi-fi, tapos may popcorn na sandamakmak, tapos ganon lang ako buong araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mababaw kaligayahan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kaya pwede na rin ako sa Timezone with friends. :D O kaya movie. O kaya kain tapos malawakang chika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAY NAKO ANTAGAL NG SUMMER :O Pero what's to expect sa summer, eh magrereview din naman ako, so mag-aaral pa rin. Whooo, good luckkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3932965700129350161?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3932965700129350161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3932965700129350161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3932965700129350161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3932965700129350161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/spamspamspam.html' title='SPAMSPAMSPAM'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3488225827594061345</id><published>2011-01-21T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:42:28.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Kahapon, sobrang walang magawa kasi wala akong makausap. Lahat sila nasa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, anong oras lang nagka-internet. Kanina pa ko naghihintay. Kasi diba sa modem, may tatlong ilaw. Yung yellow, orange tapos isa pang yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung isang yellow, power.&lt;br /&gt;Yung orange, ethernet.&lt;br /&gt;Yung isang yellow, DSL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ganito ang nangyari. (Okay fine hindi ko na hahabaan.) Sabihin nalang natin na nung dapat mag-iinternet na ko, nagbiblink yung DSL. (Pero ang dapat kasi, nagbiblink yung ethernet, hindi yung DSL. Dapat yung dalawang yellow, nakasteady.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sci Camp kagabi. Di ako sumama. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So katext ko si Alec (na natulugan ko kasi humiga ako sa kama. Sandal ang ulo, tulog agad.) tapos nung dapat magrarappeling sya, sinasabi nya na wala daw masipaan tapos may mga bumaliktad tapos buwis buhay daw. Syempre sabi ko sa kanya wag na sya magrappeling kasi kung magkwento sya parang unsafe. (Totoo naman e. Maniwala ka.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Yung nagzipline nalang daw sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bakit ko ba to kinukwento. Buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antagal magload ng Fractale. Andami ko pang papanoorin, tae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3488225827594061345?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3488225827594061345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3488225827594061345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3488225827594061345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3488225827594061345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2608922507691498387</id><published>2011-01-20T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:54:05.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Ayun, try ko bumalik dito. Wala akong mapuntahan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ilang buwan din akong hindi nagblog. Mga anim? So lumipas ang mga madradramang tagpo, ang kalahati ng 3rd year life, ang mga importanteng mga kaganapan para marealize kung sino ang mga tunay na kaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkukulang ako sa ganito. Pero siguro maganda na ring nasasala ko sila. Ayoko kasi ng nagtitiwala sa mga taong pwede akong sirain. Natatakot ako sa posibilidad na ako'y masaktan. Lalo na ng mga taong madalas kong kasama at sinasabihan ko ng mga bagay na hindi ko usually sinasabi sa kung sinu-sino lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit isipin na anti-social talaga ako. Masakit isipin na wala akong magawa para mabago to. Pero ano bang magagawa ko. Eto na yun e. Eto na ko. Ano pa bang pwede kong gawin? Magpakaplastic para makuha ang atensyon ng iba? Edi nagpakatanga ako dito? Hay buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ano bang nangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon? WALA, HAHA. Tipong tatanungin ako ng mga tao-tao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoooy, ano na nangyayari sa'yo? Musta naaaa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dakilang sagot: "Uh, wala e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakadisappoint na sagot, kasi antagal kong hindi nakasama ang ibang tao, pero wala akong makwento. Ganun ako kaboring. Kaya kung may mga mambabasa akong hindi ko pa nakikita sa personal (wushu meron nga ba ang feeler ko amp), wag mong isipin na madami akong kwento sa buhay. Pag may lovelife, MERON. Pag wala, EDI WALA. Ganyan talaga ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko namang pagchismisan ang mga artista locally at internationally. Duh, di na uso yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAY WALA NA KONG MASABI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boring gal is out, PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2608922507691498387?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2608922507691498387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2608922507691498387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2608922507691498387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2608922507691498387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-535853800218606728</id><published>2011-01-15T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:45:10.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaapat na Araw</title><content type='html'>AY GRABE NAKALIMUTAN KO NA TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt; - Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY FOUR [4/10]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. My life. Iniisip ko  kung talaga bang nabubuhay ako sa buhay na ito, o parte lang ako ng  isang pang buhay at kung mali nga ba ang lahat ng pinaniniwalaan ko  tungkol sa mundo. Iniisip ko kung meron ba talagang nanonood sa lahat ng  ginagawa ko. Kung merong nakaka-appreciate ng mga bagay na alam kong  ginagawa ko ng mabuti. Kung merong nakaka-appreciate ng mga sakripisyo  ko, gano man kaliit o kalaki.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. My family. Iniisip ko  kung nabubuhay ba ko na ayon sa gusto ng mga magulang ko, kung yung mga  feelings ko ba towards my siblings are mutual (which is mostly love.  Yes, mostly love.), kung masasabi bang "perfect family" kami. Mga ganun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  My friends. Iniisip ko kung kaibigan ba nila ako, o nagbubulagb-bulagan  ako kung sino ba ang dapat kong mga kaibigan. Iniisip ko kung masaya ba  sila sa mga ginagawa ko sa buhay ko. Kung may sinasabi sila sa likod  ko. Kung mahal nila ko. Kung hindi nila ako iiwan kahit na ano mang  mangyari. Kung iiyak sila pag namatay ako (most of the time eto yung  iniisip ko. Suicidal ako, haha.). Kung kaibigan ko ba ang mga tamang  tao. Kung binago ba nila ako. At kung ganoon man, kung sa mabuti man o  sa masama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. School. Iniisip ko kung tama bang napasok  ako sa MaSci, kung worth ba ang pagod at hirap. Iniisip ko kung nagiging  mabuting estudyante ako (which is likely hinde) at magiging maayos ba  ang lahat pag nakatapos ako ng High School. Kung san ako mapapadpad na  eskuwelahan sa susunod. Kung dun ba sa eskuwelahan na yon, titino ako.  Kung matutulungan ba ako ng eskuwelahang ito na mabago ang pananaw ko sa  school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Stories. Iniisip ko kung anong pwedeng isulat,  anong pwedeng magandang idea para sa isang storya. Minsan sa pag-iisip  ko, hindi ko namamalayan malayo na pala ang nararating ng jeep ko, at  malapit na ko sa bababaan ko. Iniisip ko kung magiging maganda ang  ending ng storyang iyon, at kung may gagambala sa isang mabuting  pagsasamahan ng mga bidang characters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Pagkain. Iniisip  ko kung anong ulam ko pag-uwi ko ng bahay, kung anong pwedeng kainin sa  canteen, kung masarap ba ang isang bagay pag hinaluan mo ng isa pang  pagkain. Kung meron bang pagkain na allergic ako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. My  afterlife. Iniisip ko kung mamamatay ako sa sandaling 'to, anong  mangyayari. Makikita ko ba si Lord? Or may iba pa kong makikita? Kung  may chance ba na pwede kong multuhin ang ibang tao? Kung sa libing ko,  makikita ko bang umiiyak ang mga taong hindi ko inaasahang iiyak? Kung  may sasabihin ba sila na maiiyak din ako?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seryosong mga sagot dahil medyo nadedepress. Uh, oo. Yun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-535853800218606728?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/535853800218606728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=535853800218606728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/535853800218606728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/535853800218606728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2011/01/ikaapat-na-araw.html' title='Ikaapat na Araw'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2043325202797555647</id><published>2010-06-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:44:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while. I don't think I can share a lot of things in this blog from now on. Not that I'm saying I have a lot of readers, I just don't think I can. This place holds a lot of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranky net, I will forever curse you. I cannot finish watching Angel Beats, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes will resume next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just... no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2043325202797555647?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2043325202797555647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2043325202797555647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2043325202797555647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2043325202797555647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3624013425509690159</id><published>2010-05-31T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:41:39.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALALALALALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;color:red;"&gt;POST&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/3862674407800290283-3624013425509690159?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3624013425509690159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3624013425509690159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3624013425509690159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3624013425509690159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2010/05/lalalalalalala.html' title='LALALALALALALA'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8443838416701474731</id><published>2010-04-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:00:53.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY PPLZ.</title><content type='html'>Namiss ko to. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, medyo matagal na rin nag-end ang school, mga two or three weeks narin. Ewan ko kung nakuha na ng nanay ko yung card ko, pero I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Hertz daw ako. (Hindi ko pa rin sure kasi di ko pa nakukuha card ko. Yeaboi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, summer. Parang nakakatamad kasi hindi naman ako katulad ng ibang bata na dinadala sa mga workshop and stuff. Since birth, ang trip lang gawin ng nanay ko ay dalin kaming magkakapatid kung san-san para magsaya. At minsan, yung pagsasayang yun, nagiging boring na. Kasi paulit-ulit nalang na masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try natin malungkot naman, para exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, namimiss ko best friend ko. Pakamatay na kayo. &gt;:| Naglalandian kami sa formspring niya. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansin ko lang a, di na ko makwento. Dati, grabe, isang detalye lang SUPER kwento ako. Haha, time flies. Oo nga pala, ginawa ko nang once a month ang updating. Ansama ko. Hahaha. Kasi naman, wala naman kasi akong makwento, ano ba gusto niyo ikuwento ko? Lovelife ko? Wala ako nun. Sus. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... OO swear wala ako nun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8443838416701474731?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8443838416701474731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8443838416701474731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8443838416701474731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8443838416701474731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-pplz.html' title='HEY PPLZ.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7795483840752905543</id><published>2010-03-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:03:59.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFF SCHOOL.</title><content type='html'>Ah, shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pasa na kung pasa ng requirements. Hindi siya masaya, infernes. Hindi masaya ang clearance week ko, so far. Eh sa inyo ba, masaya? :| Wag niyo ko inggitin, wag kayong ganyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba nangyayari sa kin ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto, lumalala na ang scolio dahil kaka-internet. Still hasty. Pagod. Inaantok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, March na. Ano ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, magthithird year na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, magthithird year na tayo. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay buhay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7795483840752905543?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7795483840752905543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7795483840752905543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7795483840752905543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7795483840752905543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2010/03/ffff-school.html' title='FFFF SCHOOL.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5637662463692327079</id><published>2010-02-23T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:11:45.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, haha. Namiss ko to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil namiss ko magblog, sige, magbloblog na ulit ako. Mga... once a week? Ah ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today! February 23! Birthday ni kuya. 20 na si kuya. Ambilis ng oras. Bakit ganun. Parang June lang kahapon a. Pero, sa totoo lang, hmm. Medyo excited na ko matapos ang school year na to. Masyadong magulo ang school year na to. Mahirap ng subjects. Magulong buhay. Lahat na siguro, magulo. Hindi ko na rin kilala sarili ko ngayon. Sobrang tindi ng moodswings. Madalas sinusumpong. Sinusubukan mag-aral, pero wala talaga e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, medyo kakatapos lang ng election period ngayon e. Actually may mga nanalo na. Hindi ko lang alam kung sinu-sino. (ANO ba namang malay ko dyan diba.) I won't go to details na. Understandable naman ang elections: Magulo, crab, crab, scandalous. Ewan, hindi ko na alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent na ko. Maaga pa, 11 PM palang. I remember last year, I usually sleep at 12. Ano ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadating ang panahon, 15 na ko. Dadating ang panahon, magsasawa rin ako sa lungkot na nararamdaman ko. Siguro ito rin ang problema ko e. Hindi ko sinusubukan sumaya man lang kahit onti. Hindi ako naghahanap ng bagay na ikasasaya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namimiss ko bestfriend ko. Buti nalang magkikita kami sa Saturday. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang year na to na siguro ang pinakaboring na year sa buhay ko. Walang excitement. Walang thrill. Walang saya. Sayang panandalian, oo. Sayang pangmatagalan? Wala. Never na bumalik yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo harsh to, pero parang gusto kong bumalik sa dati kong school. Hindi dahil sa nastrestress ako sa MaSci. Don't get me wrong, kaya ko pa naman. Kasoooo, parang hindi na kasi ako masaya sa Masci e. Pero syempre, choice pa rin yun ng parents ko. 50-50 kasi ang feelings ko towards Masci. Maraming nagbago. Maraming marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, gusto ko nang matulog ngayon. Hinihintay ko nalang talaga yung advertisement na matapos magsave. Antagal, infernes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time nalang a. :) Pagod na ko e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5637662463692327079?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5637662463692327079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5637662463692327079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5637662463692327079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5637662463692327079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-89500714740417110</id><published>2010-01-29T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:27:02.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andami kong narealize nung isang araw. Ewan, trip ko lang magpost ulet dito kasi namimiss ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from tehawesumnotebook (C) =))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a boyfriend is not a need, so why... Ah, nevermind. This might sound like pure selfishness, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore. I hate the feeling that separates me from my friends, I hate the feeling of being alone, I hate the mere existence of that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that binds lovers together? Their need for personal affection? Or their greed-turning-obsession? Or is it the thing called "love"? Called, since definitions change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love" was also known as the blinding obsession for someone. It was healthy, it was fine. It was all dates and movies and pizzas and sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love", by now, is greed, jealousy, lust. It's a sin for everyone, wanting to keep your mate for yourself. It's all sex and alcohol and flirtatious acts. You hook up with electronic contraptions and end everything up with the same thing. This isn't what love once was. Love is the biggest sin that binds new-age lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth behind all these facts: New-age "love" isn't love, it's more of a need to be loved, thus forcing yourself to someone you like until he gives in. And you confuse yourself that THIS feeling is love. It's a mere need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I'M WRITING THIS. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-89500714740417110?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/89500714740417110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=89500714740417110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/89500714740417110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/89500714740417110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2010/01/andami-kong-narealize-nung-isang-araw.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8638986001800943113</id><published>2010-01-09T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:51:00.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh.</title><content type='html'>Hello, New Year na. Ano ba yan. Wala namang masyadong nangyari. Boring ang pasko, boring ang New Year. Boring lahat. Boring. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati yung mga akala kong magpapasaya sakin ikina-bore ko rin. Hardcore. Buti nalang may internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, eto na muna masasabi ko ngayon, wala talaga ako sa mood e. Nagpost para sa kapakanan ng blog, haha. Para walang mamiss na month. :P (greedy ko! :&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8638986001800943113?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8638986001800943113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8638986001800943113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8638986001800943113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8638986001800943113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2010/01/uhh.html' title='Uhh.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2368924681306222841</id><published>2009-12-17T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:31:57.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS VACATION.</title><content type='html'>My Christmas Vacation officially started... about 12 hours ago. Seriously, nung naghiwalay kami ni Alec ng landas (waw, andrama ng term, parang kakabreak lang e no.) para umuwi, well, the vacation officially started. My last lakwatsa with Alec this year was fun while it lasted. Nilibre ko pa sya ng Cerealicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi, ganito yun. Iskip na natin yung Christmas Party kasi amboring, lalalabitches, boring talaga. Yung mga dapat sumayaw di sumayaw, langya, hahahahaha. Anyway, nanalo sa pageant or something, tapos dapat ibibigay nila yung price money sakin dun sa may Paint a Picture kaso nakakahiya. Ako daw kasi nag-iisip nung gagawin. Hindi rin, ganun lang talaga kasi yung nagremind sakin sa Christmas party nung Lavo, eh ansaya namin nun... :( ANG MAKASAYSAYANG LABAN NG LAVO BOYS =)) Basta, andaming nagregalo (madami nga ba hahaha) ng mga cute na bagay. Price ko si Baguio Beans Jr sa pageant na kambal ni Sitaw Jr na regalo ni Mommy Meryl kay Daddy Gab. O HA. Tongue Twister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Baguio Beans Jr. (Or BB Jr nalang.) yung unang stuffed toy na nakuha ko mula sa friends ko mula nung grade 4 ako. So, parang napakanostalgic nung feeling. Tapos si Patrick na galing kay Ogot, whoooo Patrickkkkkk, tapos yung mini bear na bigay ni Arriane ♥ Grabe, first time ko makakuha ng gifts na stuffed toy ulet. OMG, para ulit akong bataaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TAWA DAHIL SA GLEE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay na talaga ako. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yun nga, nagpalit ako ng damit kasi para akong pokpok na nakaganun papuntang Rob HAHAHA at halos magkaparehas kami ng damit ni Chrizel. Ang awkward, pero na-astigan ako kasi ang weird talaga hahaha, eto nanaman kung anu-ano nanaman sinasabi ko HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, pwede ba TBC nalang tong post na to? NANONOOD AKO NG GLEE, wag kayong magulo. Glee is my life now, grabe, ever since Hetalia and AI season 7,  grabe, wow fandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sha, later nalang yung Rob post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2368924681306222841?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2368924681306222841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2368924681306222841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2368924681306222841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2368924681306222841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-vacation.html' title='CHRISTMAS VACATION.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1071795964854897098</id><published>2009-12-12T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:28:57.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COAST IS CLEAR! INVAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! GOD. Finally, tumahimik ang BLOGGER! SAYA KO. GRABE. Lahat sila nasa Tumblr, *tangenalahatngsumunodsausobullshitkayolalalalala* kaya sige, dyan na kayo, dito nalang ako sa Blogger. At least medyo tahimik na. Okay na ko sa katahimikan na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap magshopping. Yun lang masasabi ko. Katamad ulit-ulitin kasi napost ko na sya sa LJ, kasi priority ko ang LJ kesa sa Blogger, seriously. Mahal ko ang LJ ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala no, di ko pa nakukwento yung bago kong OTP ko sa classroom. Naaalala niyo last year, OTP ko si Carmelo tsaka Bryan? May bago na! SI MICKEY TSAKA MINNIE. ♥ Bagay sila, at lalala, gagawan ko sila ng fanfic, kaya pakamatay na kayong lahat! Wala akong pake kung may girlfriend na tong dalawang to (lalaki sila pareho, yaoi rules.) basta. &gt;:) MASAYA SILANG PANOORING MAGLANDIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amboring. Wait. Matutulog na ko. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1071795964854897098?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1071795964854897098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1071795964854897098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1071795964854897098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1071795964854897098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/12/coast-is-clear-invaaaaaaaaadeeeeeee.html' title='COAST IS CLEAR! INVAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEE!!!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1594754315506179683</id><published>2009-12-11T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:26:21.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas isn't that bad after all</title><content type='html'>Namiss ko to, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ngayong araw na to, wala dapat pasok. Eh kasi mabait ang MaSci at masipag kami, may MTAP bigla. Naman. So nung nasa kotse kami ng pamilya ko papasok ng school, tinanong ko si Mommy kung pwede humingi ng advance allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Mommy, pwede humingi ng advance? *kinakabahan pa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy: &lt;/span&gt;Ha? Bakit? Para san?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako: &lt;/span&gt;Bibili sana ako ng regalo para sa mga kaibigan ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; *abot 500* O yan, ayos na ba yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako: &lt;/span&gt;Okay lang, kaso baka magkulang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; *abot 500 ulet* O yan, babawas ko yan sa pera mo sa pasko a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako: &lt;/span&gt;Kthxbai. *griiiiiiiiin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yun, pagkababa ko ng sasakyan, ang aga ko talaga. Sarap pumuntang McDo. Tumengga sa tapat ng Bordner for 10 minutes. Nakita si Katreena. NAGMCDO! Tapos nakita si Altheo Pokemon na nilait pa ko kasi ambagal ko daw kumain ng pancakes. 5 minutes niya lang ata kinain yun. Tapos pupunta daw siyang Starbucks Bayview. So nagbabye na kami kasi di siya aattend ng MTAP. Kalahati daw ng Marconi people. Buti pa sila, whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, MTAP na. Ayun. Di dumating si Ma'am Gallardo! So dinistribute kaming Thales (and a few Ruther people) sa iba't ibang room. Napunta kami sa room nila Camelyo (kasi sabi ni MerylD punta daw kami sa room ni Tan. peace.) tapos yun, MTAP session. Natutunan ko? KUMANTA NG QUADRATIC FORMULA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yun, tapos BORING phase. Lalala. Napapaso yung mata ko tuwing titingin ako sa side nila Meryl. Basta. "It hurts when I see him." Yun nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nag-end ang MTAP session, di natuloy ang KFC group nila Meryl, so niyaya ko sila bumili ng regalo. So ako, si Meryl, si Katreena, si Karen at si Jhubielyn, HAND IN HAND pumuntang Robinsons. And with hand in hand, I meant it literally. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen:&lt;/span&gt; Unang bumitaw may crush sa kung sino a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kami:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA, sige nga, sino?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen:&lt;/span&gt; Pag si Meryl bumitaw, crush niya si Liwag. Pag si Katreena, mahal niya si Jharrel (tama ba spelling? XD). Pag si Samantha... wag na si Ron, sawa na ko dun. CRUSH MO SI OGOT PAG BUMITAW KA. Si Jhubielyn, (hala di ko maalala :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; YUCK SHIT SI OGOT :OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dumating na kaming Rob. Eh diba sa entrance, kelangan ipacheck yung bag? So hintayan kung sinong bibitaw. Si Meryl bumitaw, HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumaan muna kaming Papemelroti para tumingin kung anong pwedeng bilin. So, wala pa kong nakikita, so lalalala, kain munang Mcdo. MCSAVER MOVES YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos pumunta kaming Penshoppe, kasi... Basta! Pumunta kaming Penshoppe kasi may bibilin si SOMEONE para kay SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, yun na, naghahanap na kami ng panregalo! Una, dumaan kami ulit ng Papemelroti, kasi may binili akong regalo para sa isang friend. Sana magustuhan niya. :) Tapos, dumaan kaming Pink Box para bumili ng regalo para kay Meryl. Dahil mahal ko tong mommy ko, siya pinakaginastusan ko. Yeyeyeyeyey. Tapos naghanap ng tshirt nila Katreena, Zildjian at Karen. :( SAYANG WALA SI ZILDJIAN :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung bumibili kami ng tshirt ni Meryl pinalayo namin si Katreena (kasi ganun yung ginawa namin kay Meryl, HAHA) kasi naghahanap kami ng surprise shirt. Tawa kami ng tawa nung nahanap namin yung perfect shirt kay Kat, HAHAHAHAHA. Tapos si Karen na naghanap nung tshirt ni Zildjian. Tapos nung si Karen na yung hahanapan namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRABE WALA KAMING MAHANAP NA SA TINGIN NAMING MAGUGUSTUHAN NI KAREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglibot kami ni Meryl for about... 30 minutes siguro? Tapos kinukulit niya kami ni Meryl kung ano daw ba yung binili namin. Grabe, ang hirap pala magChristmas Shopping. Seriously. Pero pag kasama yung mga reregaluhan mo, thrilling sya, grabe! Parang, gagawa ka ng way para mawala sila sa paningin mo saglit para makabili. Ansaya talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meryl, Katreena, Karen, Jhubielyn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GRABE, ansaya ng araw ko. :&gt; Sana di kayo nakulitan sakin, kasi di ko talaga alam kung anong bibilin kong regalo e. :&gt; Sorry and thank you thank you thank you ulet! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maghahanap ng ako ng gift wrapper! At magstastart na kong mag-edit ng pictures. Lalalalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1594754315506179683?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1594754315506179683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1594754315506179683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1594754315506179683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1594754315506179683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-isnt-that-bad-after-all.html' title='Christmas isn&apos;t that bad after all'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8840554659729291642</id><published>2009-12-05T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:01:57.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Medyo inuunti ko na. Medyo missing in action pa rin ako. Medyo nasasaktan pa rin ako. Lahat nalang, MEDYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaming nangyari for the past few weeks, and all this time I feel so betrayed. And alone. Kahit na sabihin nating marami akong "friends", parang malungkot pa rin e. Hindi ako makapaglabas ng sama ng loob. Ewan, school life, bahay life, etc., lahat madrama. I'm SO tired of drama na, everything's repeating itself again and again in endless repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko masasabing masaya ako, nor masasabi kong malungkot ako. Let's say na "I'm fine". The word "fine" is used in various ways. You say you're fine when you're not. You say you're fine when you feel nostalgic. You say you're fine when you feel a mix of sadness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine isn't really a sane word, isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8840554659729291642?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8840554659729291642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8840554659729291642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8840554659729291642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8840554659729291642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/12/medyo-inuunti-ko-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7315538639185530200</id><published>2009-11-15T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:02:23.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is why you have to trust me. Everything I did was for you. Because I just couldn't hide my feelings anymore. For so long I suppressed my feelings because I knew it wasn't right to feel love for a guy like you but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter how much I tried, I couldn't stop loving you. My heart completely defeated my will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:200%;" &gt;If there was a way to vanish this sickly love, believe me, I would be willing to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, pati ba naman mga binabasa kong comics may kabitteran na. LMAO. Tinatamaan ako eh, bullshit. &gt;:( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Totoo. Kung may paraan na makalimutan ko yung feelings ko para sayo, I bet matagal ko nang inalam yung paraan nayon. Masakit masaktan di ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7315538639185530200?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7315538639185530200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7315538639185530200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7315538639185530200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7315538639185530200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/11/eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkk.html' title='EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-445795408286037380</id><published>2009-11-14T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:59:18.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me move on.</title><content type='html'>Shit happens, mostly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO summarize it up, I've been living a lie for almost... 10 months. Hoping. Waiting. Ends up in waste. Let's not go into details, but I just wanna spill every ounce of emotion I have left. I just wanna think straight and get this over with, be happy and try to live like the normal kids do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so where do I start? Eto nalang. Help me move on, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayokong nagpapaalala kayo ng number bigla. Imbes na tulungan niyo ko, pinapahirapan niyo ko. Seriously. No joke. Hindi naman tamang kayo yung nagsasabing move on, tapos kayo yung nagpapaalala ng mga bagay na di dapat naaalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi sa gusto kong makalimot bigla bigla. Impossible yun, dahil hindi ka pwede makalimot ng isang bagay ng basta basta. Kasi kahit kalimutan mo, no use, babalik at babalik yan. What do you expect? Amnesia? Gusto ko lang kalimutan yung feelings ko sa kanya. Yung wasted feelings na di na dapat ibalik kasi what's the use? Pag minahal ko ba ang isang tao, mamahalin niya rin ako? Hindi e. One learns to fall inlove with someone in love with him if one wishes to forget. Or out of pity nalang talaga yung feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to refrain from searching for another guy for me to be happy with when deep down, siya pa rin. Gusto ko muna kalimutan yung pagmamahal ko sakanya: Yung little notes na nagsilbing tulay namin last year, yung mga rose petals sa staircase sa bordner, yung blue rose nung October... Mga ganung bagay? Gusto ko kalimutan yung feeling na kinikilig ako, yung nagblublush ako kasi awkward yung feeling. I have never been loved properly. And siguro hindi na talaga muna ako magpapamahal kasi ayoko na rin makasakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong medyo bitter ang tunog ng blogpost na to, pero ano namang magagawa ko? Hindi naman maiiwasan yun sa isang taong umasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, umasa ako. Umasa ako na magkakabalikan kami. Na sasaya ulit kami katulad nung dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga kay Daine, expected ko nang mangyayari to. Kinutuban ko na to. Kahit na expected sya, aaminin kong sobrang sakit nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang inaalala ko, yung time and effort na nasayang ko sa pagbigay ng sulat, pagsulat sa notebook tungkol sa kung ano talagang nararamdaman ko, yung oras na paghintay ko para sa kanya. Siguro, ang inisip ko, hindi na talaga sya babalik. Hindi na talaga mangyayari yung mga nais kong mangyari. Siguro, dapat ko nang tigilan yung paghiling ng imposible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin naman tamang isisi ko to sa sarili ko, kahit na feeling ko kasalanan ko tong lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming nagbago, lalo na sya. Ayoko yung bagong sya. Gusto ko yung dating SIYA na minamahal ko hanggang ngayon. Siguro... hindi nawala yung feelings kasi nasa katauhan niya yun. Nawala lang talaga sa paglaon ng panahon, ibang tao na nakakasama niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana, mabasa niya to para malaman naman niya yung side ko. Sana, matapos na to ng tuluyan. Sana, kasi pagod na pagod na kong umiiyak ng palihim. Sana, kasi pagod na pagod na kong maghintay para sa kanya. Gusto ko naman maghintay sa isang taong minamahal ako. Sana. I hope mangyari lahat ng nanaisin ko ngayon, kasi puro kalechehan na nangyayari sa buhay ko, nakakasawa na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa mga taong to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl, Karen, Zildjian at Katreena dahil sa pagsabi niyo ng totoo. Maraming salamat at hindi niyo na pinatagal pa. Maraming salamat talaga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannielle, maraming salamat kasi narinig mo yung side ko. Maraming salamat at online ka nung naisipan kong maglabas ng sama ng loob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matatagalan bago ako makakapagmove-on, pero ano ba! Nandito mga kaibigan ko para samahan ako, so siguro naman di na matatagalan yun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para sa'yo, "Mahal kita, pero ayoko na talaga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samantha  ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-445795408286037380?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/445795408286037380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=445795408286037380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/445795408286037380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/445795408286037380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-move-on.html' title='Help me move on.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7674691813442530372</id><published>2009-11-09T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:32:44.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Commemoration</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala niyo ba, a year ago, ginawa ko tong blog na to para... wala lang. Napagtripan ko lang gumawa, maglabas ng saloobin, magliwaliw... Di ko binalak na patagalin tong blog na to, wow. Umabot na ng isang taon. Isang buong taon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, di ko maisip na ang tagal na rin pala nun. Naalala ko pa yung mga phrase na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*walang sense na quote* Ay shit ang ganda nun iboblog ko yan mamaya!" Tapos, makakalimutan ko iblog. Ayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sabagay, matagal na kong nagbablog. Siguro ito lang talaga yung tumatak talaga sakin kasi alam kong may nagbabasa (dati) ewan ko nalang ngayon. Haha, nagdrama daw ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, yung mga binoblog ko dati, experiences ko for everyday, feelings ko, mga kaengotan ko. Ganun. I suddenly missed blogging like that, kasi yun yung mga times na sobrang enjoy ako tuwing nagbloblog. These days kasi parang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, ano nangyari ngayon. Wala. Okay, di ako magboblog. Ay shit, may feeler na gumawa ng blog, shit. AY ANG SHITTY NG BLOGPOST NIYA WALA AKONG MAINTINDIHAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan, I don't find blogsites these days amusing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with the useless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kng magpasalamat sa mga taong alam kong nagbabasa nung blog ko nung una: Dannielle, Cleverlyn, Alec, Ron (oo, nagbabasa ka kaya non.) at iba pang LavoDudesandDudettes. Nung kalaunan, ewan ko kung san sila nagsipunta. Oh well, the spirit of Madam-Red@BlogSpot.Com lives on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pansinin niyo. Ako lang ata ang blogger na hindi nagrelink. I'M THAT AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A link is a sign of individuality. So, kung gusto mo gumawa ng link para sa blog mo, yung alam mong papatak sa tao, yung magsysymbolize ng sarili mo! Tignan mo, pag Madam Red, alam na nila na ako yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, haha. The past year has been fun fun fun (No sarcasm intended, this is the truth) and I hope magtagal pa tong blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo'y magdiwang: MAG-IISANG TAON NA ANG MADAM-RED@BLOGSPOT.COM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, at tumagal to. Thank you, at binabasa mo to. Mahal kita, kung binasa mo man to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7674691813442530372?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7674691813442530372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7674691813442530372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7674691813442530372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7674691813442530372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-commemoration.html' title='In Commemoration'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8462311150064502289</id><published>2009-11-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:21:22.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I try crying for the last time?</title><content type='html'>You should know that I've been crying for you, and crying to just let my emotions all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I need you to understand: I can't bear with seeing you alone, and want you to be here to be with me for a while, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Heartaches don't really hurt since they numb every emotion you have.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 7 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8462311150064502289?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8462311150064502289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8462311150064502289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8462311150064502289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8462311150064502289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/11/should-i-try-crying-for-last-time.html' title='Should I try crying for the last time?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5360238843503511802</id><published>2009-10-30T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:15:39.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller-Coaster Ride</title><content type='html'>This is the best roller-coaster ride I've been since forever. I have to say, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my ups and downs. It was almost crazy. It wasn't the best time of my life, but hey, my ups made me so happy I could touch the sky and reach the clouds and know if they really are cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the ride, I had lots of friends with me and they all rocked my socks off. They are the best batch of friends I had since... a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zildjian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meryl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katreena&lt;/span&gt;, you guys are so awesome it actually makes me laugh out loud whenever I think of you guys. I cried tears, of happiness or just plain emo-ness, but you guys were there. I'm sorry I have to be much of a burden, but I'll try being there for you guys too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try changing for you guys, forget about the things that are supposed to be forgotten, and just have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the next months of complete torture and exams! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bad Bitch,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5360238843503511802?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5360238843503511802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5360238843503511802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5360238843503511802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5360238843503511802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller-Coaster Ride'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-4853132133552209048</id><published>2009-10-24T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:01:48.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Typical Break Up Story</title><content type='html'>It ended in a letter. It officially ended; you're now officially single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter says that he "fell in love". Sadly, not with the same person he was with long ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it was good while it lasted&lt;/span&gt;, you simply thought. Deep inside, you felt so rejected. You felt so hurt. You never cried so much in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knew about it. When you went online, PMs flooded your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heard what happened, bb. I'm so sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugh, that jerk-face! I'm so gonna beat the crap outta him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, cry it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there. It's gonna take a lot of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do these people know about what's happening? You feel perfectly fine, you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He betrayed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;! What do you have to say? NOTHING? Crying's not gonna make him come back, that's for sure! You're weak! That's why he left you! You're crying like a sissy when it's all your fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you could say to yourself, and you lock your room's door, crying out for him. He's all you need. Sadly, it ended. Everything ended pretty fast, and you can't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so sorry... I fell in love with this girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lifted the letter, your eyes filled with tears. You re-read the letter, knowing heartbreak was all that nursed you all the way to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She wants me too, and I think she's the one I've been looking for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nearly wanted to tear the letter apart. You screamed, trying to drown the noisy knocks on the door with your cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry it has to end this way..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got off the bed, and threw his picture down the floor. The teddy bear he gave you was already on the floor and looking at you with its googly eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't love you this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember nothing afterwards. Drowsiness made you fell asleep, and that was all that mattered. Sleep didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks after, you look blooming than ever. Your suitors lined up. They wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shrugged them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, someone lined up for you. Someone you wanted so much in the past. He gave you a letter, again. You laughed. This crap again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was nothing I could do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wouldn't give me the time of day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you wanna be with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You say you wanna be with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was blind to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tore your heart apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You said I was the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gave your love out to the rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was nothing I could say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now it's going good for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You say you wanna be with me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, give me another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decided to tear it into pieces while he's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah your telling me I am were it's at&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't having none of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked away. You decided not to look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you do, you might've fallen for the same trap for the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC. :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3862674407800290283-4853132133552209048?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4853132133552209048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=4853132133552209048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4853132133552209048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4853132133552209048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/typical-break-up-story.html' title='The Typical Break Up Story'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7557573872979417430</id><published>2009-10-22T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:31:39.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessive.</title><content type='html'>The pieces were falling down slowly, and perfectly they aligned for me to read it clearly: He's not yours to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you acting to possessive to someone you don't own? In the first place, you can't own anyone. You have no right to tell him who to talk to, who to be with, who to cherish every single moment with. Why are you so possessive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go with the "love" crap again. You're jealous. You're afraid you won't get to be with him again like you wished. You're alone, JADED, rejected. You're the brattiest, bitchiest, most pessimist person anyone would know. Who are you to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't start crying. I'm not yet done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll get sick of this crap soon. I suggest you change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts. You love him, yes, but alas, you're not his and he's not yours. Everything has changed since then, and you have to accept the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not take you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His feelings will fade anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you now, what about tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to cry. Not even a tear. Cry, and you'll be considered weak. Cry, and you'll break. Break hard. This isn't the first time you've been like this, you know. Don't be so assured that he'll take you back. Remember his recent? You're supposed to be the one, right? So why did he take her when you're the one he wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because he can, and he will. SO I suggest you stop dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7557573872979417430?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7557573872979417430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7557573872979417430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7557573872979417430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7557573872979417430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/possessive.html' title='Possessive.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2575892000088287171</id><published>2009-10-17T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:50:23.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were to run, never look back.</title><content type='html'>If you were to run, never look back. Never. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you left something that you know you can't get, but still you persist on getting it, and go back. In the process, you hurt yourself on trying to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's comes the twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you were running with someone? You leave him for your own selfish reasons. He gets hurt, he's left astray, and he waits for you to come back just to make you feel more miserable. Why? He's gonna prove one point: You shouldn't have looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see the thing you want to get back, you'll be surprised how hard it is to hold on to it and run. No matter how hard it is to admit it, you know it's true: it's already owned by someone else, and you have no right to simply take it away from the owner because you're the one who carelessly left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got hurt, and tried to run to catch up with the one you were running with ages ago. But those days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left in the story... Oh, your ending. Sadly, your ending isn't happy as it all seems. Stop dreaming. Look what you did, and look closely, because you won't be able to see this the second time, believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2575892000088287171?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2575892000088287171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2575892000088287171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2575892000088287171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2575892000088287171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-were-to-run-never-look-back.html' title='If you were to run, never look back.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5536816246858383773</id><published>2009-10-07T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:22:13.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>I've been screaming this for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRONY CAN FUCKING SUCK IT. SUCK IT HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use something stronger than water here. Stronger = bottle of Tequila. Or a Kamikazee would do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my hiatus-ness. Or something that suggests inactivity. I just don't feel like mingling with OHTEHAWESOME blogs. I do read and appreciate them and that's a fucking achievement, so CLAP WITH ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5536816246858383773?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5536816246858383773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5536816246858383773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5536816246858383773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5536816246858383773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3167910255787312736</id><published>2009-10-01T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:03:48.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a wish, darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;100th post ko na to. Congratulate niyo naman ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalulungkot mang isipin, naiinis ako magbasa ng blog ng mga tao. Bakit? Ah, hindi ko na ikaklaro ang punto ko, baka naman mainis kayo sakin. Matagal na kong blogger. Kita ko naman kung sino yung mga bago. Medyo nagbago ng onti ang meaning ng "blogging" sa iba e. Di ko na rin ikaklaro yung punto ko kasi what's the use, eh siguradong walang magbabago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sense naman of individuality, people. Ano ba yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore Hollywood. You know why? Bitches are everywhere and people debate on whether she's fucking hate-able or lovable. Fans can be a little obsessed with this, believe me, but nothing can beat TEHAWESOMEFANGIRLISM of the OMGRUNIT'STHETWILIGHTFANGIRLS. True fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm loving ONTD. I'm pretty much staying on this side of the gossip, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, parang sembreak. And as usual, wala pa kong nasisimulan. Kasi kayo e. Dapat alam niyo ang kasabihang, "Ang mabait na bata ay di nasusukat lamang sa pagmumukha." At dapat niyong malaman na gawa-gawa ko lang yang kasabihang yan, kaya kung napa-oo ka dyan, ewan ko nalang talaga sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe naman ako kung mang-insulto. Ay wait. Nang-iinsulto ba ko? Kala ko mabait na ko ng lagay na to e. SORRY, mga tao (using "people" in phrases are so OVERRATED, especially kung alam mong daming wannabes na gumagamit. Go figure.), masyadong maiinitin ang ulo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay na'ko. Tatapusin ko nalang tong post na to para masabing MAY NAPOST AKO SA OCTOBER MONTH &lt;s&gt;HELL YEAH BTCHZ.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3167910255787312736?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3167910255787312736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3167910255787312736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3167910255787312736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3167910255787312736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-wish-darling.html' title='Make a wish, darling.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1359658762760258288</id><published>2009-09-25T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:25:44.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce.</title><content type='html'>We were talking. Reminiscing. I suddenly brought up the day of our "supposed to be" anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a Saturday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Haha, the anniversary of the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sabado left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We weren't doing anything the WHOLE DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Isn't that fun? Not doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a question. How did you get paper from your locker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's not properly put in. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn. Tsk. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We'll be doing something on November 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"We"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me and my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh. Haha, :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has changed since then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1359658762760258288?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1359658762760258288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1359658762760258288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1359658762760258288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1359658762760258288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5224319165795884389</id><published>2009-09-16T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:09:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last na talaga to. Swear.</title><content type='html'>Last na to. Tapos Tumblr na ulet ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HINDI KO PO INIILUSYON MAGING FASHION STATEMENT. DROP DOWN THE DITCH, BITCHES. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay na, layas na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5224319165795884389?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5224319165795884389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5224319165795884389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5224319165795884389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5224319165795884389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-na-talaga-to-swear.html' title='Last na talaga to. Swear.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2286673210855677704</id><published>2009-09-12T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:48:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re:Packaged</title><content type='html'>Hatsune Miku fever. I'm downloading Project Diva soon. I'm not gonna say where. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin ko. God. It's so hard to keep up with blogspot links. Relink kasi kayo ng relink. Nahihilo na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namechangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, may napansin at narealize ako ulet. Ishashare ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALIZATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back. Because. I. Will. Get. Hurt. Again. So di na lang ako babalik. Kahit na gusto ko. Hindi ako babalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAPANSIN KO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-social ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... matagal na, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is I, the Madam that is well hated by everyone, the procrastinating queen, and the very known drama queen. A little applause please, I want to be known by everyone. CLAPDAMNIT. Oh, I'm sorry, we need a little decency here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this trending topic in Twitter. I followed the trend. Look what I tweeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SqtgBk-51wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/txcL58do06s/s1600-h/flyingguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SqtgBk-51wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/txcL58do06s/s400/flyingguy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380499760047838978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Click. Twitterwhore on the loose.&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/3862674407800290283-2286673210855677704?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2286673210855677704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2286673210855677704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2286673210855677704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2286673210855677704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/09/repackaged.html' title='Re:Packaged'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SqtgBk-51wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/txcL58do06s/s72-c/flyingguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1393625842746517524</id><published>2009-09-11T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:59:37.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Prince</title><content type='html'>No, as much as I want to own The Little Prince, I can't. So... Maybe it's better if I treated like he's the one I love the most. I would love to fall in love for someone like the little prince. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a letter of what I wrote last 09-09-09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;8:58 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fell in love with the little prince. &lt;/span&gt;I have met him in a book, and boy, does he know how to please a lot of creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself drawn to what he really is. I wanted to know more about his planet, the flower that he loved and his volcanoes. He was a prince who waits not to heir anything, but to learn more about anything in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell in love in such an early age, to a flower who took advantage of him, yet loved him at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Prince was a boy who wanted to learn from others, and as he did this, he unwillingly and unknowingly found a way to make others learn from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his time ran out, I cried at the fact that I might never see the little prince again. He taught me things that I can never learn from grown-ups. The prince left me hanging, though. Did he simply wanted to be bitten by the poisonous snake to get rid of himself, or did he not know how to say goodbye? Little Prince, remember that I'll always be waiting for your return. I will not act like a grown-up, but a child like you, and we shall learn from each other, for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, little prince, and a memory of you shall remain in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, I'll be grieving 'til you return, little prince. I shall remember that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;time soothes all sorrows&lt;/span&gt;", and for me, the stars will be the little prince's memories, for if I joined them into one whole star, I shall see you again, and we shall talk about things that wouldn't matter to anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, little prince. I shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha ♥&lt;br /&gt;09-09-09&lt;br /&gt;(The day I met my&lt;br /&gt;Little Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just dropped by. OMG FULL ENGLISH. Tagalog ng onti. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1393625842746517524?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1393625842746517524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1393625842746517524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1393625842746517524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1393625842746517524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-prince.html' title='My Little Prince'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6002737587727590723</id><published>2009-09-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:01:44.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAY DANNIELLE PATRICIA BASCO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, advanced. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG GALING NI MASTER TSAKA DAINYBABY. BOLLING AMPUTS. Grabe. Tayo na ata ang pinakamagaling magplano ng gala evar. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6002737587727590723?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6002737587727590723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6002737587727590723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6002737587727590723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6002737587727590723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-kay-dannielle-patricia.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2379069104496839656</id><published>2009-08-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:14:50.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop. Hop. Hop.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Antagal kong nawala. Di ko na feel magblog dito e. Mas trip ko LJ ko kesa dito. Anyway, since you're here, &lt;s&gt;BOW DOWN BITCH&lt;/s&gt; I mean, read on na rin, baka may mapulot kayong kung anong bagay na ikaiinteres niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto una. Ayoko mang-away. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, wala akong lovelife, at wag niyong ipilit mga sarili niyo sakin, please lang, ayokong maulit yung insidente samin ni Ron. Ayokong magkaroon ulit ng bf na gusto ko man balikan nung una, nakakainis dahil, hello, he lied. Anyway, wala na kong pakialam dun, at wala na rin syang pakialam sakin, so, let's call it a fair game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, HELLO LOGRO MY TWIN BROTHER. Ewan ko. Nakikita ko sarili ko sa kanya. Parehas kami halos ng interest. Self proclaimed to, wag kayong magsumbong. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang-apat, AHUHU NAMIMISS KO SI PINSAN KO ;______;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panlima, wala na kong masabi, bat ganun. Haha. Ano ba to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay na siguro to. Nagpapaka-active lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2379069104496839656?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2379069104496839656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2379069104496839656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2379069104496839656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2379069104496839656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/08/hop-hop-hop.html' title='Hop. Hop. Hop.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6000362390994482675</id><published>2009-08-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:44:42.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whuevah.</title><content type='html'>Kung sino sino man kayo, pakyu kayo. Okay. Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sozwors_MvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MImyWxVpSy4/s1600-h/feelerplz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sozwors_MvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MImyWxVpSy4/s400/feelerplz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371933037263008498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MADAMI KASING FEELER SA MUNDO.&lt;br /&gt;Matamaan ka naman, OI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yun lang.&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/3862674407800290283-6000362390994482675?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6000362390994482675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6000362390994482675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6000362390994482675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6000362390994482675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/08/whuevah.html' title='Whuevah.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sozwors_MvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MImyWxVpSy4/s72-c/feelerplz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2149338607745961253</id><published>2009-08-09T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:54:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triangle</title><content type='html'>Kapansin-pansin na di na ko nagpopost. Kasi, wala akong mapost. Tsaka masaya magpost duuuuun sa LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto nalang masasabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and whatever. Di ako galit, kasi I expected this na. I never thought na magagawa mong magsinungaling, kaya salamat sa kaibigan mo, naliwanagan ako. So, it's about time na we let go na, kasi nung January I never thought na maghihiwalay tayo. Ever chever, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better luck next time&lt;/span&gt; nalang sayo. Medyo malaking pagkakamali yung ginawa pagsisinungaling, kasi, guess what? Even if I said na we're better off as friends, I can lie as much as I want, and you can get hurt in the worst ways possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamang-lamang di kita papansinin ng ganon masyado sa school. Sorry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, sa mga manliligaw sakiiiin~ Joke lang. (lmao)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2149338607745961253?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2149338607745961253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2149338607745961253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2149338607745961253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2149338607745961253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/08/triangle.html' title='Triangle'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2714660236829166522</id><published>2009-08-02T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:06:48.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binagabag.</title><content type='html'>Ewan ko. Feel ko lang magsorry. Naalala ko yung blogpost ko GAZILLION years ago. Sorry kay Iana Madlangbayan, at sa aking blogpost noong unang panahon. Wala lang. Ayoko lang mabagabag kasi epal ang blogger. (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since masaya naman na ang lahat (pati ako, putek.), siguro naman di na ko magbloblog ulet ng ganun. O___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to check the OLDEST twitter update I made. Realized it was hard since I had 1K updates. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after a few clicks of "more" I finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Currently looking around Twitter. Just looking around. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that wasn't really productive, but hey, at least I can check out my tweets. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;having a personal countdown for my hair. bye bye long hair. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/1590250093" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;5:32 PM Apr 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. SO FAR AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;had my haircut and my dad told me to have the Dora look. mishka, you're not going to the concert anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/1603599649" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;5:34 AM Apr 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the time where Mishka and I were thinking if we would go (well, the tickets were all sold out and I just bummed at home. D:) He said he was going to buy some shoes instead. Vans, in what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;80th update. Happy Birthday to me. Don't ruin this year, stupid. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/1660127207" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:00 AM Apr 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the time is such a bitch. Maybe my PC has a different timezone or something. D: I wasn't a Twitter whore before, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;HO SHI--. What time is it? 1:36? I just twitted about Archie resting now then suddenly about an hour passed?! How do you guys do that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/1808250080" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:37 AM May 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterfox.net/"&gt;TwitterFox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I follow David Archuleta. I just laughed at this tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Awake. Alert. Aliveeeeee. Enthusiastic. Let's sing, shall WE?! I'M AWAKE ALERT ALIVE AND READY TO KILL--... wait, that's not it. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/1812579480" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;5:56 PM May 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who knows this song? SING WITH ME! I'm AWAKE ALERT ALIVE ENTHUSIASTIC (and ready to kill.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;[icon_locked] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously, my nose hurts. Just went to the derma/hell woman. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/1834491876" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;2:08 AM May 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the derma last summer. Well, she was beautiful, alright, but she was a hell woman. SHE HAD NO MERCY. :( SOBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"NOT EVERYONE LIVES IN YOUR WORLD, JOSH, THE KIND WHERE THEY CAN IGNORE EVERYONE WHO ISN'T POPULAR OR SPECIAL!" --Metis' drama scene. LAWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/2007467919" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:40 AM Jun 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that webcomic ended too soon. I hate the replacement webcomic since it was too serious for my taste. Well, that webcomic was about highschool life. And as you can see thar, an EMO guy is screaming at a JOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Rare occurence? My mom told me not to go to school. Classes are suspended NOW on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/2021831416" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;2:01 PM Jun 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TRUE, you know that first typhoon that hit Manila? Umuulan ng uber lakas, magcocommute kasi ako, so nung paalis na ko, lakas ng ulan, online kasi ako, tapos online si Eric, so tinanong ko kung may pasok, sabi niya wala. Tumawag si mommy tapos sabi niya wag na daw muna ako pumasok kasi anlakas ng ulan. Yun. Sabi ko wala naman ng pasok e, sabi ng classmate ko. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Bagong Harry Potter. Out in June 5, 2020. "Harry Potter and the Fucking Piece of Shit". Written by my brother. XD ganyan pag bored si kuya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/2027262745" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:14 AM Jun 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I wonder why you're always doing things that makes me happy. I'm no good, as I thought, I won't be able to live without you." AWWWW~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/2495523133" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;3:12 AM Jul 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterfox.net/"&gt;TwitterFox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. This is from Junjou Romantica, I think from Romantica also. Or Egoist. Either way, it's still awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"If I could just be the most important person in his life, oh, how happy can I be..." --Nowaki. Why is yaoi nowadays this cute? O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/2512829256" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;3:53 AM Jul 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterfox.net/"&gt;TwitterFox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is SO true. I love the dialogues at Junjou Romantica, it could be cheesy and awesome at the same time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;And hell, TwitterFox is being such a wussy idiot. I hate you TwitterFox. Go smash your head on the wall or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/2571979032" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:48 AM Jul 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TwitterFox can be such a KJ at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The FujiTezu doujin SLIDE is a little fun to read, though don;t forget that "I love you" isn't the same as "I loved you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doubtless05/status/2841064963" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:50 AM Jul 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterfox.net/"&gt;TwitterFox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE. TRUE. TRUEEE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for me, bitches. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2714660236829166522?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2714660236829166522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2714660236829166522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2714660236829166522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2714660236829166522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/08/binagabag.html' title='Binagabag.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1731368888022175610</id><published>2009-07-31T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:56:26.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1111</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnK_FD3FrwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VbvasJwepzg/s1600-h/1111th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnK_FD3FrwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VbvasJwepzg/s400/1111th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364560199808298754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture explains everything! I'm such a Twitter whore. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1731368888022175610?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1731368888022175610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1731368888022175610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1731368888022175610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1731368888022175610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/1111.html' title='1111'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnK_FD3FrwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VbvasJwepzg/s72-c/1111th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6945938239874445318</id><published>2009-07-30T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:36:19.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okkkkaaaaayyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>Wait lang, clarification! (lmao) Hindi "kami" nagbalikan, okay? "Nagbati" or "something" lang kami. Pinag-explain ko lang sya, kasi yung lalaking yun, uber slow at uber tanga, kaya pagbigyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natawa ako kay Meryl at sa kanyang bloggg. :))  Thank you ulet, Meryl. Paki sabi na rin kay Ogot, thanks. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEKTI TAM - HOT ROOOON is baccccccck. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERYL, uwi na tayo. Hindi hot si Ron. =)) What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait nga, naguguluhan na kayo e. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nung uwian (because the day was a total bitch.) nagpractice ang Thales ng Florante at Laura, which is awesome, wala lang. Nung natapos kami, nasabi ko bigla na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT PAG DI NIYA KO KINAUSAP WITHIN THIS WEEK MABABALIW NA KO, SERYOSO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun. Nagpapahinga kami, tawa tawa, bigla akong kinalabit, usap daw or something kami. Okay, ginagawa ko kasi yung TLE nun, yung tally tally shit? OO, yun. So, kunwari busy, ginagawa yun, sabi ko mag-explain na sya para di masayang oras, blahblahblah, yun, di daw nia kung anong ieexplain niya, maiinis pa ko kasi ako pa pag-iisipin niya kung anong ieexplain niya, eh ginagago ata ako nito e. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun, nag-explain sya, actually di ko nagets talaga yung sinasabi niya sa dulo na, "ALAM MO NA YUN" eh di ko nga alam kung ano yun. Ang ewan mo, RON, okay? &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yun nga namiss ko sayo e. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tangena, nahahalata na, haha. Eto mabenta talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO: Ako naman tanungin niyo kung mahal ko pa ba sya, dali.&lt;br /&gt;Meryl&amp;amp;Ogot: Sige nga, ano? Mahal mo pa ba si Ron?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Hindi ko naman sya iiyakan kung hindi, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Hah? Ano?&lt;br /&gt;Ako&amp;amp;Meryl&amp;amp;Ogot: LMAO. WALA, pag di mo narinig, hindi na. Pag narinig mo, oo daw. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So to sum it up, MARAMING SALAMAT KAY MERYL, OGOT, ANGELICA AT... sasama ko pa ba yun? Wag na. :)) Joke. O cge, thanks din kay Ron. Matagal-tagal din kitang di nabanggit dito sa blog ko a. (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sha, echos. Exit na ang lola mo. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6945938239874445318?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6945938239874445318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6945938239874445318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6945938239874445318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6945938239874445318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/okkkkaaaaayyyyyy.html' title='Okkkkaaaaayyyyyy.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6114516799441530054</id><published>2009-07-29T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:58:31.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom is LIEKAWESOME.</title><content type='html'>There was a time na UBER bored talaga ako kasi 4 na oras nawala yung internet. :/ So, bitch yung internet, blahblah, so super wala talaga akong magawa. Edi yun. Nakita ko yung mga dates sa folder ko. Natawa ako. Ambitter ko, yes. Anlakas ng trip ko, yes. I love you? YESSS! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnA3OJYutmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wcRKxwrlseE/s1600-h/boredomliekomigahd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnA3OJYutmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wcRKxwrlseE/s400/boredomliekomigahd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363847872375600738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The folder names are blurred for... I dunno, shit? I just don't want you guys to see my folder name. My folder name sounds so crazy. I named it at the time where I was like a BIG otaku. :P YAYAYAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THEN, this afternoon, pagkadating ko ng bahay, pagkabukas ko ng Firefox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnA3hiV-pnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JMknuTLLObs/s1600-h/lmao%3D%29%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnA3hiV-pnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JMknuTLLObs/s400/lmao%3D%29%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363848205492463218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OKAY, mahal ko ang MF dahil dito. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wala lang. :))&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/3862674407800290283-6114516799441530054?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6114516799441530054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6114516799441530054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6114516799441530054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6114516799441530054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom-is-liekawesome.html' title='Boredom is LIEKAWESOME.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SnA3OJYutmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wcRKxwrlseE/s72-c/boredomliekomigahd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-198804687266475119</id><published>2009-07-28T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:47:59.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down down down the memory lane.</title><content type='html'>Kanina, nung inutusan kaming dalawa ni Zildjian ni Ma'am Pinar na ibigay yung acetate kay Ma'am Habal. Blahblah. Nung paakyat kami, nabanggit ko na "ambitter ko, di ako makamove on, shitshitshitblahblahblah" tapos sabi ni Zildjian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WEH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, di masyado halata, pero haha. Di kasi niya nireresolve yung problema. Kung kinausap niya ko, at nag-explain lang naman, haha, edi okay na ko ngayon. Kuya, naaapektohan po grades ko dahil sayo. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah. Naalala ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate, pwede tingin ka muna sa salamin? Kasi nung nagparinig ka,ikaw lang yung nagparinig e. Wala namang ibang nagparinig sa hallway. Ate, ayoko na kasi e. Paki sabi sa kaibigan mo "sayong-sayo na sya" kasi ayoko na nang away. At pwede ba ate, masyado kang KSP. :/ Di ka sangkot, kaya wag kang epal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pagod na pagod na pagod na ko, ano ba. Ako ba ginagago niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3862674407800290283-198804687266475119?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/198804687266475119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=198804687266475119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/198804687266475119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/198804687266475119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-down-down-memory-lane.html' title='Down down down the memory lane.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5037022272009794332</id><published>2009-07-25T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:08:18.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget [Fiction]</title><content type='html'>Out of nowhere, I had a spark of inspiration. Basahin mo to. Medyo nakakatuwa. :P GAWA KO TO, okay. Basahin mo sya. Dali. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He acted like he didn’t know who I am. Which was completely impossible because he’s just gone for a week, and it’s just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WEEK&lt;/span&gt;. What the hell’s happening to my lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, maybe I’m overreacting, and maybe he was just tired and needed rest. I mean, c’mon, you wouldn’t be acting like that if you’re stress-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, slash that “overreacting” part, he really doesn’t know who I am now. Seriously, if this is a joke, it ain’t damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s hanging around some girl I don’t effin know, holding his hand, smiling, smirking… God. No. Don’t. Effin. Touch. My. Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S IT. I’m gonna bitchslap that bitch so she would know who she’s dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely weird now, I’m getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did slap the girl, then she started screaming at me. Babe looked at me like he was angry and just… ignored me. Like, what the hell, right? I’m crying my eyes out, thanks a lot, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling. But when he picked up, the conversation just went on like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, what’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? Who’s this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, it’s me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, do I know you? I don’t really remember somebody calling me “babe” before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, this ain’t funny anymore. Ever since you went on that stupid trip, you act like you completely forgot about me. What the hell, babe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know me, darn it. I slapped your girl a while ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, that girl. You act feisty for that cute appearance, you know that? Well, it’s nice talking to you. I would surely see you around.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait--…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep. Beep. Beep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to his folks. NOW. With tears on my eyes, I decided to sleep that night alone, sad, scared. I don’t want him to leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over their house when he was away. I’m in no mood to humor his sarcastic tone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What exactly happened…? We aren’t sure…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. That was productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But in what I remember, he was getting extremely homesick when we were away. He tried calling you, a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lot&lt;/span&gt;, but the place we were in was complete out of services, and he was nearly going crazy.” His dad explained. I listened eagerly. “The next day, when we reminded that we were going home that day, he just smiled and packed his things up. We reminded him of you, and he acted like he just heard it for the first time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and excused myself, leaving immediately. I sat at our porch, just crying my eyes out. I have no idea what happened to him, it was too complicated and to think that he forgot about me for only a night, and only forgetting about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have a theory, but I don’t know if this is correct.” The fortune teller told me, and at the background I hear her cards being shuffled. I phoned her for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Talk to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m guessing… he tried to get you out of your mind.” She said silently. “It went overboard, though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How? How did he do it?!” I realized I was raising my voice now, but I didn’t mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down, you. I plan on telling you, okay? You don’t have to scream at me.” She sound exasperated. I apologized. “People can’t simply forget about things. That’s purely impossible, unless you had amnesia.” She breathe in, then out. “You can lock your memories in a box in your mind, and keep it there. You can choose to lock it forever, or you could open it at the right time. He wanted to keep you away from his mind for one night. He wanted to be calm and be happy once he’s back. He went overboard, and now he forgot everything about you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s nothing we can do, but wait.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, madam. I guess I can endure this for a little while longer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I didn't slept at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on our porch, staring at the sidewalk, waiting, just waiting, until I saw him pass by. I tried to ignore him by looking somewhere else, but he sat beside me suddenly. My heart throbbed. It was like I was having a crush at him again, it was like the first time I met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me…” He suddenly said, staring at me. “… have we met before?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have no idea how much we know each other.” I tried to smile. “But, I’m not forcing you to remember me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just know you’re someone very special…” He looked troubled. “Your face seems so awfully familiar…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haha, I guess I should stop seeing you, huh…?” I mumbled. “It seems like my presence troubles you much…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quite the opposite, apparently…” He looked like he was trying to remember. “I just know I love you.” My heart throbbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t force you to love me, babe. I don’t want you liking someone because you’re forced to. I’m willing to wait, babe. Even if it’ll take eternity.” I stood up, then smiled. He did the same. “But to formalize this, let’s start from the basics.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, my name is…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of reposting, please give appropriate credits. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5037022272009794332?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5037022272009794332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5037022272009794332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5037022272009794332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5037022272009794332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-forget-fiction.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget [Fiction]'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8389733518042835205</id><published>2009-07-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:49:31.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First of all, Happy Bornday sa pinakamamahal kong kapatid, si NATASHA ALEKXIS LUCAS&lt;s&gt;, na 17 na ngayon, at pwede na kong ibili ng NC-17 manga sa Comic Odessey. JOKE. Ate, YAOI.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, pagod ako. Haha. Anong oras na, 12:14 o. Ano ba yan. Sadista ata ako ngayon. Madaming nangyari ngayon, madaming tawanan, madaming bago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, birthday nga ni ate, so whooo, pumunta talaga kami ni ate sa PNU, which is so near to PLM, pero nagtaxi pa rin talaga kami para di masayang oras. Kasama namin si Ate Annalyn tsaka si Ate Nix. Haha, natuwa ako kay Ate Nix. Rock on. Katuwa yung hat! XD May bago akong hat! Ang cute! XD Dadalin ko sya sa Monday. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sumabay ako kay daddy pabalik sa St. Luke's para hintayin makalabas si lolo. So, natulog ako katabi ni lolo kasi inaantok ako as stated sa Twitter tsaka Plurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, pag kagising ko umalis na rin kami, tapos pumunta ulit ng PLM at hinintay si ate. Kala ko di sasama si kuya kasi sasama sya kay Kuya Domeng kasi birthday din ng friend niya. So, inuman nanaman yun, and I heard, magdDOTA sila ng lasing, so super TRASH TALK pag ganun. Aliw ako sa mga kwento ni kuya. XD Gago yun e. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pumunta kaming Camarin, yeahhhh, nagkita ulet kami ni CAZEEEN! XD Si Dens yun, mga adik. Haha, so yun nga, pinagsabihan nanaman kami kasi ang ingay talaga namin. As in SUPER. Daldal namin. Binigay ko yung wallet size pic na prinint ko for something, since madami pa naman akong chance magprint. Mahal ko yun e. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpadeliver kami ng YELLOW CAB. Manhattan Meatlovers tsaka New York's Finest. Ewan ko yung isa, kasi assorted sya: Pepperoni, Friday's Special ata yung isa, tapos Cheese tsaka... Ewan ko yung isa. :)) May Potato Halves din, tsaka Charlie Chan pasta tsaka Spaghetti. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND THE SPOTLIGHT OF THE NIGHT GOES TO THE RED RIBBON CHOCOLATE MOUSSE. OMG. I LOVE YOU CM.&lt;/span&gt; Kakainin namin yun mamaya ni ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi na rin kami after kumain, tapos hinatid si kuya (which I didn't see kung san sya hinatid kasi ZZZZ na ko nun.) and pagdating kong bahay ON agad ang computer kasi... wala lang. :) Trip ko. I was expecting something to happen e. Wala naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napagod ako, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; pagod. Physically. Grabe. Pagdating ko ng bahay tubig agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Okay. OP. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, okay na ko. Magpopost nalang ako kahit wala nang nagbabasa ng blog ko. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8389733518042835205?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8389733518042835205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8389733518042835205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8389733518042835205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8389733518042835205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1315845798365728899</id><published>2009-07-24T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:28:08.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I would be walking at the same hallway as she is, which ruined my day more. Well, everyday's a ruined day, so why bother fixing it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she came to me, looking all cool like, saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, get the eff off my way, poser! You're blocking off all the oxygen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting a glare, I grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry," I said, sarcastic as usual. "I don't speak bitch." Then, I walked away.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get off a lot of things in my head. I guess I'll be doing a lot of these in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1315845798365728899?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1315845798365728899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1315845798365728899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1315845798365728899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1315845798365728899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-what.html' title='Say WHAT?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8682372556598871000</id><published>2009-07-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:01:42.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday sucks.</title><content type='html'>Not in a literal meaning, but, why yes, it does suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I REALIZED NA MINAMALIIT NA KO NG MGA TEACHERS SA MASCI. OKAY. TIME TO GET SERIOUS. YOU'RE GOING DOWN, sir, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet, yabang. :)) Joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahem, ate. Pagsabihan mo mga kaibigan mo ha? Wala akong ginagawa sayo, nor sa mga kaibigan mo. Utang na loob, di kita ginagalaw dyan. Baka masundot ko yung mata nung isa e. Pagsabihan mo lang. Malay mo magawa ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At pwede ba, lalake. Ikaw na rin naman na ang ugat ng lahat ng to, ba't di mo try kausapin mga tao na involved no? Bahala ka nga. Buhay mo yan e. Sinira mo lang yung akin. Salamat a.&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/3862674407800290283-8682372556598871000?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8682372556598871000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8682372556598871000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8682372556598871000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8682372556598871000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-sucks.html' title='Friday sucks.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2451304917605777897</id><published>2009-07-22T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:59:23.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>First, congrats kay DAINE at IANA. Bilib ako sa inyo. Wala lang. Trip ko lang magcongratulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, uhm... Ako nalang ata ang pinoproblema. Ewan ko. HAHA. Tawanan niyo nalang ako. Kasi ako nalang yung mapride, ako nalang yung hindi pa nakikipagbati. Like hell naman kung makikipagbati sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakalungkot na kailangan kong pumasok everyday ng may iniiwasan. Tapos meron pa ata akong bagong problema ngayon. Ewan. Nakakairita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2451304917605777897?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2451304917605777897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2451304917605777897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2451304917605777897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2451304917605777897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3505886683924294276</id><published>2009-07-21T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:14:08.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakahiya. Gahd.</title><content type='html'>Yun. Naalala ko na kung ano yung dapat ipopost ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumaan si ganyan kanina nung pababa kami ng stairs. Kami, as in ako, Marga, Meryl, Karen at Katreena. Nagulat ako biglang nagreact sila na parang "Ahem, AHEM,", "TAMANTHA LUCATTT!", "Hui Samantha, lam mo ba?!" mga ganun. Nakakahiya. Parang lumabas na bitter ako. Kaya ako, sinabi ko nalang, "Huy, ang ingay niyo, ano ba yan?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkababa namin ng 3rd floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ANO BA YAN! LUMALABAS TULOY NA BITTER AKO! AGHHH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AT TV. OMG. HAHA. Ang cute ni Haruhi! XD Okay, activated nanaman ang Konata mode ko. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang bago ngayon. Haha. Bwisit na ulan, bwisit na payong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakagat pala ang ice cream no? Kumain ako kanina ng ice cream (kasi favorite namin ni Daddy ang Creamline. :) Nung nagpapasta ako dati, binilan niya ko nun, tapos nginunguya ko pa. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Eto na muna. Kakatamad na eh. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3505886683924294276?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3505886683924294276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3505886683924294276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3505886683924294276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3505886683924294276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/nakakahiya-gahd.html' title='Nakakahiya. Gahd.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-211678260352241978</id><published>2009-07-19T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:44:22.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway.</title><content type='html'>Nagsasawa na rin ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko. Nagbago ako, sobra. Siguro kasi medyo tinamad na ko ngayon. Wala nang thrill, wala ng excitement sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, dapat tigilan ko na talaga pagiging bitter ko. Di na kasi nakakatuwa. Parang... ewan. Ang gulo. Sige, titigilan ko na talaga. Dedelete ko yung mga nasa baba. Ayoko nang makita yung mga yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ewan ko. Di na ko natutuwa sa mga bagay bagay. Wala nang nakakatuwa sa mga yun, actually. Puro emo post nalang ginagawa ko. Di na ko nagkwekwento. Super distant ko sa mga tao. Ewan. I'm abandoning reality nanaman. Heto nanaman ako. Bumabalik yung ugali ko nung Elementary. Besides, ba't ko to prinoproblema eh sila dapat ang magkaproblema. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, and strike a pose. Yun na lang. :) Peace out people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-211678260352241978?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/211678260352241978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=211678260352241978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/211678260352241978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/211678260352241978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/anyway.html' title='Anyway.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1418727215391818530</id><published>2009-07-19T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:39:05.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[idea]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE: This aren't my stuff, this are Seina Rin's. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Not only do you out-rightly criticize me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You nod in consent, embracing my blindness…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as if that was the things should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Constantly chasing after the warmth of those days in the past…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The wish to be back in those days…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Even though we both knew it, we pretended not to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;And made it seem like we’re just embracing each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;For the fun of it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Pretending that we were just doing it because we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Needed something different from our ordinary lives…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;But if we stopped to think about it, we’d realize that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;We barely even know each other…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you call out my name…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To that other person who is not me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world is abandoning me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I’m not afraid of it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m getting sick of waiting for the rain to subside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Secluding myself from people as if it’s for my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m leaving all that was to be left wandering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call me form the far, far away world, on the other side…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if the name was one that was full of sin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t erase my existence from that world.&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/3862674407800290283-1418727215391818530?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1418727215391818530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1418727215391818530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1418727215391818530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1418727215391818530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/idea.html' title='[idea]'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2260601770009733615</id><published>2009-07-15T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:54:04.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napaisip ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, what the hell am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sinisira ko buhay ko, buhay niya, buhay ng marami. Ano bang ginagawa ko? Nagpapakabitter kung sinabi kong "ayoko" na siyang bumalik. Ang gago ko no? Nakakainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. Ayoko na talaga. Di na ko uulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawa nga muna ako ng artifact. Puta naman o.&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/3862674407800290283-2260601770009733615?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2260601770009733615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2260601770009733615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2260601770009733615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2260601770009733615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/napaisip-ako.html' title='Napaisip ako.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7418770783975083212</id><published>2009-07-11T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:33:08.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISANG ARAW, kasama ko ang mga pinsan ko. Si Dens (14 yo), Neve (8 yo) at Signe (3 yo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Sino pwede kumuha ng iPod ko sa baba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dens:&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi ako. (tawa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neve:&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi ako~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; O sige, Signe, kunin mo iPod ko sa baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signe:&lt;/strong&gt; (titig)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYYYYYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7418770783975083212?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7418770783975083212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7418770783975083212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7418770783975083212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7418770783975083212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-4751654438276467912</id><published>2009-07-10T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:35:46.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORY.exe</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MGA ECHOSERANG FROG KAYO. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ayoko na talaga magsalita. Yung kagabi? Impulse ko lang siguro yun. Masyado na ko nasaktan, ngayon wala na kong pakealam. Ang galing ni Daine. Totoo nga sa una ka lang banas. Tapos sa susunod, wala na. Di mo alam, maya-maya bati na kami? Well, that ain't happening. Dream on, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so mga echoserang frog. Eto nangyari ngayong araw. Kasi naman e. Wala akong mablog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALUES/LUNCH (Di ko ba malaman kung ano ba dapat tawag dun. ECHOS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wala. Nasa Quad. Kasi nga di ba, yung rule, dapat "hintayin ang pers period teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FUTEK. Pinaggupit kami ng mga bagay nang walang plus. Ay, wala pala, di pala ako naggupit kasi MAY NAGMAMARUNONG kanina TSAKA MGA SIPSIP yung mga NAGMAMARUNONG. :) Ansaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Puta. Wala pa rin kaming meeting kahit isa. Kaputaputahan e. D: Wala na, gaya na yan sa kaputaputahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tragic. :( Condolences to Ma'am Pollo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homeroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kuya Arvee (or something) had this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1Life2Live&lt;/span&gt; short movie strip that made us laugh a lot. Pinagawa niya kami ng dugtungan na storya. Adik. Baog daw si James, echos. (lmao) Inpernes. Cute si Kuya Arvee. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sadyang nagpalate kami kasi WALANG KWENTA yung teacher. Sorry, no offense, pero TOTOO.  Ayun. Nagsagot. Dapat nga matutulog ako e. Ginising ako ni Karen nung iidlip na ko. Sabay sabi, "Ui, baka di mo magawa yung ipapasa sa papel" kasi one time na nag quiz kami sa sobrang walang kwenta nung teacher di ko napasa yung paper ko. O_O OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pinaalala namin ulit yung Reference Notebook. -7 daw kami. Puta ba sya? Adik a. So, nagcheck, tapos assign # 12 daw kopyahin. Kinopya ko. Di ko naman gagawin. (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nirecord scores sa notebook. Ang adik namin kasi tinatanong namin si Ma'am kung si Sir Boni na ba talaga kami sa TLE. Ayun. Tinanong ni Ma'am kay Ma'am Santos. DI daw. WHOLE year daw kaming sakanya. WHOOO. Ansaya. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reporting. Sa Tuesday pa kami, mga utut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Double Helix project namin ni Marga. Echos naman. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Parang may naaalala akong hindi ako magmumura sa blog na to. Wait--... OO NGA PALA NO. (lmao) Wag na, nasimulan ko na e. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-4751654438276467912?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4751654438276467912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=4751654438276467912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4751654438276467912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4751654438276467912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/memoryexe.html' title='MEMORY.exe'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-9041210028647934666</id><published>2009-07-06T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:50:09.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Darling Clebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So here's how it goes: Show your readers the tenth photo&lt;br /&gt;you find on your photo file folder. And this is mine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SlHx3GpVMSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Es78x46hKMA/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SlHx3GpVMSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Es78x46hKMA/s400/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355327360899297570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH AREN'T WE SEXXXXY. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO DO TEH MEME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison Mae&lt;br /&gt;JEANKY!&lt;br /&gt;Ate Sam&lt;br /&gt;That tree ober thar&lt;br /&gt;That coke you're holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hate being anti-social.&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/3862674407800290283-9041210028647934666?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9041210028647934666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=9041210028647934666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/9041210028647934666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/9041210028647934666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SlHx3GpVMSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Es78x46hKMA/s72-c/IMG_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3305004691295006146</id><published>2009-07-04T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:19:12.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Elsewhere.</title><content type='html'>I'll post in here so I could bring my mind elsewhere. Kumukulog, may naaalala ako. Nakakatakot. Madilim. At ang masama, ako lang mag-isa sa memoryang yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daine, ipopost ko yung pag-uusap natin sa Twittar. Hope you don't mind. Yung ka-emohan ko lang, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sidainepo (DAINE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;naisip ko lang ha, dba totoo na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kung kelan nawala yung isang bagay, tsaka mo lang marerealize yung worth&lt;/span&gt;? haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doubtless05 (SAMANTHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some random convo pieces I said that will be kept as secret.) And Daine, the reality goes like this:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; di mo lang matanggap na nasa iba na yung nasayo dati kasi feeling mo dapat sa yo lang sya kahit di na sya sayo at feeling mo hindi nya kayang maghanap ng iba kasi feeling natin we're the only people who can own them, but newsflash para satin, HINDI YUN TOTOO.&lt;/span&gt; (lmao) waw deep. (three part tweet to. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sidainepo (DAINE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gago sam, walang ganyanan :)) that's not what i meant. dati tinatakwil ko lang lavo. ngayong hindi na ko lavo, nakakalngkot na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another convo piece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinapaiyak ako ni sam! :((&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Masasabi kong TOTOO ang fact na to. Hindi mo lang kayang pakawalan yung nakaraan mo kasi di mo tanggap na mapupunta yung dating sayo sa ibang tao. Mga ganung shit. Masasabing love post to. :D Ewan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Ano ang love? Isang 100% sakit ng ulo. Source ng sakit kung saan-saan. Sakit ng ulo, sakit na AS IN SAKIT TALAGA, sakit din sa puso. Stoopid. Hindi yung mga cardiac arrest chuva. Sakit sa puso. Heartache. Masakit yun, adik. Swear. DI BA CLEBB? (lmao) Pis tayo clebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magugulat ka na lang, pagkatapos mo sabihing di ka na masasaktan, biglang nasasaktan ka nanaman, iiyak ka nanaman, emo ka nanaman. (wait, ako ata to e. :]]) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heartache lives on our hearts (kaya nga heartache e, bobo. :]]) and will continue to live on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It won't hurt everytime, but at the time that you least expected it, it will be aching so much the pain won't stop.&lt;/span&gt; Titigil, isang araw. Tapos after ng araw na sobrang saya mo, masasaktan ka nanaman dahil may malalaman kang kahindikhindik. Or something. (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THE HORROR OF MEH FIRST BLOG. It burns my blogger eyes. *dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3305004691295006146?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3305004691295006146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3305004691295006146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3305004691295006146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3305004691295006146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/mind-elsewhere.html' title='Mind Elsewhere.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3285032899097865055</id><published>2009-07-04T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:41:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night, Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aI8SbhV1iJU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aI8SbhV1iJU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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&gt;Suyasuya yume wo miteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kimino yokogao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kizukazu koboreta namida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoho wo tsutau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Setsuna no tokimeki wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Konomuneni kakusitetano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kono yoru kimi no te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nigitte nemuruyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;OYASUMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sutekina? Asa wo mou ichido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kimito sugosetanara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chiisana sonna kibou sae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Omou dake no kiseki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nanimo tsutaenai mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sayonara wa ienaiyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kono koe karetemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kienai melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Itsukawa mukaeru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saigowo omouyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yozora ni negau no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tokiwa no egao wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;OYASUMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dreaming peacefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Without me even realizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;These tears falling on my cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm trying to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The heartbeats of my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This night, I hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tight, and fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I think it would be wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If I can spend another morning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even if thats only a mere hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Miracle that I only imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I can't confess anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't say goodbye, too&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even if this voice fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This melody shall not fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last night, Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And when I think that the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will come someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In this night sky I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;For that smile to remain forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT. Meet my kambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SlAgrvUdPbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QHAdbitC8Us/s1600-h/inverted-rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SlAgrvUdPbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QHAdbitC8Us/s400/inverted-rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354815892752252338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3862674407800290283-3285032899097865055?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3285032899097865055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3285032899097865055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3285032899097865055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3285032899097865055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-goodnight.html' title='Last Night, Goodnight'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SlAgrvUdPbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QHAdbitC8Us/s72-c/inverted-rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8444703249810594224</id><published>2009-07-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:32:02.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Laugh Because I'm Happy.</title><content type='html'>Masaya ako kasi masaya. Eto, meme, para maaliw kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick Your Artist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Was A Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Wanna Fall In Love (ngek. :P bitter ko, amp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out Of This Club (totoo naman. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could be anywhere, where would you be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space (COOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favorite form of transportation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevator (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played (POOR HER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha Think About That (Syempre, it depends. :]])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite time of day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (depende din. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, Camera, Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is life to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HO! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush Hush (For short, STFU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could change your name, what would it be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatchamacallit (great name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favorite food is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottle Pop (INUMIN. XD OH YEA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you want to do right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takin' Over The World (AND RULE OVER YOUR VITAL REGIONS LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily Never After :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you wish for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic (like HELL YEA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you want to say to God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Done (loving him na, so thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S GONNA LOVE YOU? (aww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8444703249810594224?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8444703249810594224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8444703249810594224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8444703249810594224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8444703249810594224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-laugh-because-im-happy.html' title='I Laugh Because I&apos;m Happy.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6672363867043135380</id><published>2009-07-03T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:52:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson Red Dreams.</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/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sk4JtY7Gr_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/dEBs0jOCfvQ/s1600-h/youlove.gif"&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/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sk4JtY7Gr_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/dEBs0jOCfvQ/s400/youlove.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227682379214834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in the mood to edit since I'm a moron. :)&lt;br /&gt;Click for GIF. I think? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is the quote true or false? :/ I wrote that randomly at TLE, and I thought, "Wait, this is true. OH SHIT I MADE AN EMO QUOTE HOW BRILLIANT." And I started thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. My Photoshop skills are draining fast. I need practice. Hell lots of practice. This is awful. Maybe I forgot how to make sigs too. Oh maaaan. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was club fair. Siguro mala-impyerno ang araw na to kasi ang init tapos antagal magsimula ng Club Fair. Sobrang tagal. Naglaugh trip na kami't lahat-lahat wala pa rin. Antagal, grabe. (Wala kasing BIO, HAHA) Tapos 2:20 pa yung uwian ng bwisit na mga--.. Ay. Madami palang 2:20 uwian. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seriously, medyo naboringan ako sa Club Fair. Ang epal. Kasi wala masyadong club (di katulad last year na uber dami di mo alam kung anong sasalihan mo) pero nakasali ako sa 5. :)) Nihonggo (na pinagmumumura ko si Kim Bum at Boys Ober Plawers nila), UNESCO (kasi wala na kaming masalihan ni Clev), SLK (kasi trip ko), Chibimedia (kasi gusto ko lang tsaka nandun si Manay, yieeeee) at KOS (kasi kailangan ng Science club). Oh well. BAHALA KAYO. Inggit kasi kayo. Gaya kayo para masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putek o, ang angas ko. (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, nasa McDo kami. Gulat ako andaming tao. Puro Mascian. Nandun si Kuya Jedd. Kasama ko si Clebb, si Marga tsaka si Kuya Jedd. Wala lang. Kung anu-ano lang pinag-usapan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtampo si daddy nung pumunta ako pabalik ng Masci. Di ko daw kasi sinabing pumunta ako ng McDo. Edi sana di daw sya nastuck sa traffic. Ewan. Ang emo ni itay. Parang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pag-uwi ko, nagpadeliver si daddy ng Yellow Cab. Kala ko para samin. Yun pala hinde. Tinanong ko kung pwede makisingit ng order. Sabi niya pag may promo daw. Eh wala e. :)) So walang pizza. Walang Charlie Chan. :( OH PIZZA HOW I LONGED FOR YOU FOR SO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos lumayas sila nanay at pumunta ng probinsya. Kasi death anniversary ni Lola. Nandito naman kasi si Lolo. Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahaba na siguro to. :)) O ha.&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/3862674407800290283-6672363867043135380?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6672363867043135380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6672363867043135380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6672363867043135380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6672363867043135380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/crimson-red-dreams.html' title='Crimson Red Dreams.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sk4JtY7Gr_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/dEBs0jOCfvQ/s72-c/youlove.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8331224430492592268</id><published>2009-07-02T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:59:13.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification?</title><content type='html'>Yung last post ko, di lang para kay Daine. It applies to ALL you effin peeps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hi blog. As far as you can see, I've been blogging in English a lot, I have no freaking idea why, but I've been enjoying myself lately, so haha, please let me be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina (biglang nagtagalog? LMAO) kinausap ako ni Princess. Sabi niya kinausap niya daw si--... Wait. Ba't ko ba kinukwento to? (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Okay na ko. &lt;/span&gt;Okay na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay na talaga ako. Ayoko nang magsalita about it. Di na ko magpopost ng tungkol dun, kasi wala namang kahihinatnan yung ginagawa ko e. Sila na. What am I to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears won't bring someone back. That's what I've learned when my grandma died. Now, what will my tears do if I cry an ocean? That won't bring him back. Ever. I'm just happy with what happened between us, they were the happiest of times so far, and... I dunno if I should write on. All that matters is I'm fine. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3862674407800290283-8331224430492592268?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8331224430492592268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8331224430492592268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8331224430492592268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8331224430492592268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/clarification.html' title='Clarification?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-4885370290905631741</id><published>2009-07-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:01:01.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pose.</title><content type='html'>I wanna laugh at my updates at twitter, really. It's so damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smile, and strike a pose! I'm outta here, ppl. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and strike a pose, eh. I wonder if I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ayoko na. Di na kita sasabihan, Daine. Bahala ka na kung gusto mo nga ba magpsot tungkol sa mga affairs mo. Hindi na kita pipigilan. I saw, and I have to say, people are abusing the freedom of speech too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't YM conversations supposed to be... private? Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile, and strike a pose. Do it again, and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, di ko kaya yan. Bakit? Wala akong karapatang sumaya. At bakit? Eh kailan pa ba ako naging masaya, eh lahat na nga kinuha niya na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-4885370290905631741?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4885370290905631741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=4885370290905631741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4885370290905631741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4885370290905631741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/07/pose.html' title='Pose.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5591818950042273834</id><published>2009-06-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:12:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Every night I rush to my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm going' outta my head&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you hold my hands and be my guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover your skies&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the perfect lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda dream is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet dream or a beautiful nightmar&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your love's to good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt; I ain't going no where&lt;br /&gt;Baby long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I'll be floating on air cause you're my&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention you when I say my prayers&lt;br /&gt;I wrap you a around all of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy you my temporary high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that when I wake up you're there&lt;br /&gt;So wrap your arms around me for real&lt;br /&gt;And tell me you'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover your skies&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect lullaby&lt;br /&gt;What kinda dream am is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure I ain't goin no where&lt;br /&gt;Baby long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I'll be floating on air cause you're my&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tattoo your name across my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not even death can make us part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dream is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I ain't gonna be singing this song to you no more. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko. Hindi ko alam kung dapat ba ko matuwa o malungkot o magalit. For sure, galit ako. Natutuwa ako kasi free na ko. You know? No more thinking about the deal sa 4th year! Edi kung maaga mo sinabi, edi hindi sana ako naguilty dun sa kasayaw ko sa The Port last summer. Gwapo pa naman. =__= Sayang. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malungkot, kasi ang duwag niya. Dadaanin pa niya ko sa pakikipag-usap, eh di naman niya masabi. Oh well, it's your loss. Hindi kita kawalan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko muna magmahal. Makikipaglaro nalang muna ako para maexcite ako. Ayokong masaktan no. Lalo na sa katulad mo. Anduwag mo, grabe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Sana kinuha ko yung number nung guy. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5591818950042273834?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5591818950042273834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5591818950042273834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5591818950042273834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5591818950042273834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-nightmare.html' title='Beautiful Nightmare.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-2059198632507377958</id><published>2009-06-23T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:07:51.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter.</title><content type='html'>First, lemme pimp my AWESOME (Prussia, RIP, I LOVE YOU.) photoblog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://metamorphose-planetarium.blogspot.com/"&gt;metamorphose.planetarium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Magtag naman kayo. Nalulungkot ako sainyo e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;. I tweet everywhere. It's become more of a habit now, since the people I follow are consistent twitters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, napansin ko lang, 5 tweets in the past, consistent "..." yung start ng tweets ko. I dunno. Those dots suggest silence, unawareness, echos. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ba ang sinasabi ko sa inyo, kapag sumigaw ka, tumawa ka pagkatapos. Try mo. Matatawa din katabi mo. &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-2059198632507377958?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2059198632507377958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=2059198632507377958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2059198632507377958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/2059198632507377958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter.html' title='Twitter.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6842437710624372589</id><published>2009-06-23T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:11:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si kuya, mukhang ogag. Kasi ngayon, yung ulo nia halos nasa sahig na. Kuya, you sleep like a gurl. Because you do look like one. Aww, he moved away. Darn. Wala na kong tatawanan. Aapakan ka na ni daddy kanina e. &gt;___&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Is it me or natabunan na ng damit si kuya? Gising na ba yun? O_o, kuya, huminga ka naman. Kahit na tumatagos lang. :)) BUNGOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Umusog pala sya. &gt;___&gt;;; Kuya, ang galing mo mag camouflauge. O_O Tama ba spelling? O___O CAN I HAS CHEEZBURGERS NAO? At gising na sya ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Kanina pa dapat to napost e. :P Hmm. Epal. Sige na, ipopost na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6842437710624372589?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6842437710624372589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6842437710624372589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6842437710624372589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6842437710624372589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8264696998096589511</id><published>2009-06-23T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:38:59.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote For The Day.</title><content type='html'>Isang quote na di ko matanggal sa bunganga ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wag kang bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko kung bakit ko sinasabi yun. Siguro kasi ambagal ng net. Tsaka ng PC. Bitch kasi sya. Ewan. Ang gulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong araw, nagsusulat nanaman ako ng kung anu-ano. Emo stuff. :P Ewan ko. Natutuwa ako pag ganun. Ewan. Kasi sadista ako. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cry all night, when it rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the sound drowns your cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no one will hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alone, alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when it rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's hard to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;if you're crying or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when you smile, is it because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;or you're sad?  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potek. Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May bago nanaman akong theme song. :D Theme song ko tuwing December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame it on the Goose (goose)&lt;br /&gt;Got you feeling loose (loose)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on Petron ('tron)&lt;br /&gt;Got you in the zone (zone)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the alcohol (fades)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; float: right; width: 300px; height: 262px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay, She say she usually don't&lt;br /&gt;But I know that she front&lt;br /&gt;Cause shawty know what she want&lt;br /&gt;But she don't wanna seem like she easy&lt;br /&gt;I hear you saying what ya won't do&lt;br /&gt;But you know we probably gon do&lt;br /&gt;What you been fening deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, What ya drinking&lt;br /&gt;Gone let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;Here for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, we can&lt;br /&gt;See what we can be if we press fast foward&lt;br /&gt;Just one more round&lt;br /&gt;If you're down, I'm for it&lt;br /&gt;Fill another cup up&lt;br /&gt;Feeling on your butt-What?&lt;br /&gt;You don't even care now&lt;br /&gt;I was unaware&lt;br /&gt;How fine you was before my buzz set in&lt;br /&gt;(My buzz set in)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame it on the Goose (goose)&lt;br /&gt;Got you feeling loose (loose)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on Petron ('tron)&lt;br /&gt;Got you in the zone (zone)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Vodka&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Henny&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Blue Tap&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha feeling dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the alcohol (fades)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooh, see?&lt;br /&gt;She spilled some drink on me&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm knowing she's tipsy&lt;br /&gt;She put her body on me&lt;br /&gt;And she keep staring me right in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;No telling what I'm gone do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I would rather show you&lt;br /&gt;What you been missing in your life&lt;br /&gt;When I get inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, What ya drinking&lt;br /&gt;Gone let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;Here for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, we can&lt;br /&gt;See what we can be if we press fast foward&lt;br /&gt;Just one more round&lt;br /&gt;If you're down, I'm for it&lt;br /&gt;Fill another cup up&lt;br /&gt;Feeling on your butt-What?&lt;br /&gt;You don't even care now&lt;br /&gt;I was unaware&lt;br /&gt;How fine you was before my buzz set in&lt;br /&gt;(My buzz set in)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame it on the Goose (goose)&lt;br /&gt;Got you feeling loose (loose)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on Petron ('tron)&lt;br /&gt;Got you in the zone (zone)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Vodka&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Henny&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Blue Tap&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha feeling dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the alcohol (fades)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(T-Pain Verse)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl I know you feel good&lt;br /&gt;Just like you look&lt;br /&gt;Couple more shots&lt;br /&gt;You open up like a book&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping&lt;br /&gt;(Cause I'mma read ya)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping&lt;br /&gt;(I just wanna please ya)&lt;br /&gt;I'mma take a shot of *Nuvo&lt;br /&gt;Shawty didn't you know&lt;br /&gt;It's going down&lt;br /&gt;And we can go and kick it like Judo&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Shawty got drunk, thought it all was a dream&lt;br /&gt;So I made her say, "Ah, Ah, Ah"&lt;br /&gt;Now she got her hands on my legs&lt;br /&gt;Got my seats all wet in my ride&lt;br /&gt;All over my ride&lt;br /&gt;She look me dead in the eye (eye, eye)&lt;br /&gt;Then my pants got bigger&lt;br /&gt;She already knew what the figure&lt;br /&gt;Had her looking at her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Like xxxxx that Nigga"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(T-Pain Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame it on the juice&lt;br /&gt;Got you feeling loose&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on Petron&lt;br /&gt;Got you in the zone (zone)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Vodka&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Henny&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Blue Tap&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha feeling dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the alcohol (fades)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now to the Ballers popping bottles&lt;br /&gt;With their Henny in they cups&lt;br /&gt;Screaming "Money ain't a thing"&lt;br /&gt;And if it ain't, throw it up&lt;br /&gt;In the sky, Hold your drinks up high&lt;br /&gt;And to the independent Ballers&lt;br /&gt;Who can buy they own bottles&lt;br /&gt;And if you looking like a model&lt;br /&gt;When them broke fellas holla&lt;br /&gt;Tell them bye&lt;br /&gt;And hold ya drinks up high&lt;br /&gt;You can...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame it on the Goose (goose)&lt;br /&gt;Got you feeling loose (loose)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on Petron ('tron)&lt;br /&gt;Got you in the zone (zone)&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Vodka&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Henny&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the Blue Tap&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha feeling dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the alcohol (fades)&lt;/p&gt;:D I LOVE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8264696998096589511?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8264696998096589511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8264696998096589511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8264696998096589511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8264696998096589511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote For The Day.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-3608861148055002514</id><published>2009-06-22T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:19:21.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Blood.</title><content type='html'>Despite having only the colors black and white in a manga, Kuroshitsuji defies all limits, and it's content contain too much blood. True fact. Ciel's disappointing this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko a. Hindi ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May babaguhin akong rules sa blog kong to. Hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; try ko munang di magmura dito.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, this is a place of zen. A place of peaceful chi. Or something. Basta, di ko feel magmura dito. I mean, it's the only place I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL NOT BASH.&lt;/span&gt; Swear. :P Di ko na gagawin yung ginawa ko nung persyear. Nung persyear, wala pa kong mablog nun. At least ngayon merong sense. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, wala na kong masabi. Tatawa na lang ako para masaya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt; Yan a. Tumawa na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang TLE (INPERNES PASANG AWA AKO) nung nagtest, maaga ako natapos kasi wala akong masagot. Lagi namang ganun di ba? :) I have to admit, I never really gave too much effort on my studies. And what's the use? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I even fail if I try.&lt;/span&gt; LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yun nga, TLE. Kayo kasi ginugulo niyo ko e. :)) Anyway. TLE. Yun. Lengthwise di ba? Yun. Nagsusulat ako ng kung anu-ano. Emo ako e. Joke. Wala lang. Parang mga ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scream your lungs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait for laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smiling is not the best remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes, it's the only option you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't wanna make the same mistakes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga ganung echos. Ewan. Medyo tahimik ako ngayong second year. Swear. Kung pwede lang kasing awayin yung mga 1st year, aawayin ko e. Kaso di ko kaya kasi masyad silang fragile ngayon. Susumbong sa mga nanay nila yun. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko kung bakit di ko pinost yung comment. Nahihiya kasi ako e. :( Di naman kami close. :/ Nahihiya ako magrequest ng doodle man lang. Last time I tried, she called me "evil". Evil. Evil. AGH EWAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I have a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile because you're happy? Or do you smile to hide that you're sad? Can you differenciate both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo yun? Minsan ngingiti ka nalang kasi wala kang choice. Tapos wala nang rason para sumimangot kasi bawal. Medyo plastic yung ngiti, pero since nasanay, medyo convincing na. Alam ko namang medyo depressing yung fact, pero totoo kasi e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagugutom ako. O sya, tarush. Mamaya na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-3608861148055002514?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3608861148055002514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=3608861148055002514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3608861148055002514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/3608861148055002514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-blood.html' title='Too Much Blood.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1881325673358121394</id><published>2009-06-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:48:53.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilig. Kilig. Yiee.</title><content type='html'>Hoy, for your information, di ako inlove. :) I'm happy that I'm single. "Wala akong scholar." -- Ate Joy. LOVE YA! :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaron ako ng sudden realization nung nag-uusap kami ni Clebb. Pinag-usapan kasi namin yung blogpost ko bago dito. Yung kay Nejin and Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko "I admire them kasi ang strong nila." Antagal na kaya nung mga yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko muna magkaboyfriend. Hindi muna ngayon. Sabi ko nga kay Ogot kaninang umaga, "Masaya na ko sa kung anong meron ako ngayon. Ayoko muna magkaboyfriend kasi ayoko mung masaktan." Ayie, ang drama. Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented with what I have now. I have enough love around me. Now, if you're loving me, then isn't it nice to know that I'm actually feeling it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Dens, humihirit. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Denise Javal: anyways kelan ka na papasok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha: baka next week na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha: nanghihina pa ko e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Denise Javal: ano yan?! QUARANTINE KA?! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha: parang ganun. baka pandiriian ako ng tao e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha: :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Denise Javal: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa ganda mong yan?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baka nga lapitan ka pa eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Denise Javal: whahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha:  gagi, paranoid yung mga yun. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiiik ka cazin. :)) LOVE YOU. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1881325673358121394?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1881325673358121394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1881325673358121394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1881325673358121394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1881325673358121394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/kilig-kilig-yiee.html' title='Kilig. Kilig. Yiee.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6391061133752382357</id><published>2009-06-17T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:12:10.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanabata.</title><content type='html'>Tanabata is known as the Japanese Star Festival. Here is a little tale about a boy and a girl who decided to make a star festival of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="359"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=72686532&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" flashvars="id=72686532&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="359"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/72686532/"&gt;A Promise Made Under The Stars&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://ceruleanmorning.deviantart.com/"&gt;ceruleanmorning&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;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn't the evening of the 7th, we had our own little Tanabata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [( ﾟ ヮﾟ )] "Could you put on your yukata now? Pleeeaaase?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [(ﾟд ﾟ )] "Wha-? Okay... I hope I remember how to wear it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yay! Wait for me by the lawn, okay?" （･∀･ )つ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ┐('～`； )┌ "Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I struggle with my yukata and eventually find my way outside. I sit on the cold steps and look up at the moon. It's big and bright, framed by thick white clouds that form a sort of smoky halo. I marvel at how pretty it looks, but I can't see any stars and worry that it might rain. I hear footsteps, turn around and see him wearing a white keikogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh, there you are! Remember when I showed you the link to my block's wishlist journal? One of my blockmates gave me something from my list, and I'm really happy I got it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Smiling, he holds out a pack of sparklers. He says he asked for them because he still remembers the last time he saw me wearing my yukata. And he wanted us to have our own little Tanabata (Japanese star festival) if only so he could see me in it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It's too bad it's cloudy tonight, though. A star festival with no stars. Ah well, the sparklers can be our own little stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then he brings out colored strips of paper and markers, for us to write down our wishes. I finish earlier and watch him. He flashes me a silly grin, hides his paper from me and continues to write until he signs it. We decide not to hang our tanzaku on bamboo anymore, and instead give them to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We fumble around with the lighter, but eventually manage to light up the sparklers. We just sit there, enjoying the cold night air while talking, laughing, tracing out drawings with the little fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hold my last sparkler up against the inky darkness, and when it stops flickering, I realize that I'm looking at a sky full of stars. The thick white clouds from earlier had disappeared completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hey, look... The stars..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He takes my hand, and I'm rendered incapable of finishing my sentence. We feel as if the heavens opened up just for us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://ceruleanmorning.deviantart.com/"&gt;Nejin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ceruleanmorning.deviantart.com/art/A-Promise-Made-Under-The-Stars-72686532"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story never fails to make me smile. :) Jin, Miguel, you guys are the greatest example of what lovers should be like. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6391061133752382357?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6391061133752382357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6391061133752382357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6391061133752382357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6391061133752382357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/tanabata.html' title='Tanabata.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5911119022649951419</id><published>2009-06-17T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:12:23.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... consequences.</title><content type='html'>The consequences for not going to school is worse than I thought. I'm hating my highschool life. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*sigh* I just talked about emo-ness and now I'm acting like one. I need a fucking life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5911119022649951419?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5911119022649951419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5911119022649951419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5911119022649951419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5911119022649951419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/consequences.html' title='... consequences.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-9085941576488884581</id><published>2009-06-15T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:24:10.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ness.</title><content type='html'>Wala akong mapost. Di mo ba alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my title speaks for itself. Emo-ness. You know, those irritating stereotypes that will slit wrists for food. Or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mong maging emo? Shet. Di mo ba alam na sinira mo ang 1/4 ng buhay mo pag nag-emo ka?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It will lead you to drugs, homosexuality, and other things.&lt;/span&gt; Sex, siguro. Let's be frank. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hindi lahat ng emo ngayon ay may problema.&lt;/span&gt; Kasi pag nakita kang "emo" looking, sa tingin ng iba, cool ka, so malamang, gusto mo yung feeling. Emo ka na din, ganon. Sunod ka lang sa uso, mga ganung shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pwedeng ganyan iikot ang buhay mo forever, dahil pag naging emo ka, hindi mo alam kung san ka pupulutin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dahil sa depression mo, wala ka ng focus sa mga bagay na may mas prayoridad sa'yo&lt;/span&gt;, (e.g. Studies, Family, Friends). Gusto mong pulutin ka ng kung sino sa kangkungan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat ka magiging emo? Eto ang sasabihin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang magpapaka-emo kung wala namang mala-impyerno sa buhay mo. Let's say that you're telling me na "School is hell, you don't know how hard it is to study, Teacher _____ is scaring the shit out of me", masasapak kita. That's school, stupid. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alam mo, wag kang magpapaka-emo kung sumusunod ka lang sa uso. &lt;/span&gt;Hindi kasi nakakatuwa. Dadagdag ka lang sa mga out of school youth na walang ginagawa sa buhay kung hindi mag-ayos ng bangs at mag apply ng eyeliner at guyliner, magpaka-bading at sumigaw ng, "NO ONE LOVES MEEEH AHUHUHU." Mamatay ka na lang, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin, mga emo ngayon, anong problema? LOVE. Eh kung sa nabusted, nagbreak sila ng GF/BF niya, o kaya nagtwo-time yung GF/BF niya, mga ganung shit? Kayo din ang may kasalanan dyan. Bakit? Kasi, kung binabantayan at minamahal niyo ng maayos yung mga syota niyo, edi sana wala kayong problema, di ba? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hindi naman yan maghahanap ng iba kung mahal niyo talaga ang isa't-isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoo, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mukha kang emo tapos nakikinig ka sa hip-hop at naglalaslas ka dahil, wala lang, trip mo lang, iba na yun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSER&lt;/span&gt; na ang tawag dun. Kaya kung poser ka, pwede ba mamatay ka na? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga natamaan, well, I don't give a fucking damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-9085941576488884581?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9085941576488884581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=9085941576488884581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/9085941576488884581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/9085941576488884581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-ness.html' title='Emo-ness.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1088570970734487129</id><published>2009-06-15T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:58:52.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Sex and Magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*glaaaaaaaaares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo kong tignan ng ganyan. Favorite song ko yan, dood. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs JOKER-style*&lt;/span&gt; WHY SO SERIOUS, SONNY?! lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been missing in action lately, and hell, I even swore I won't post here anymore, but I dunno. I've been in rough situations. I mean, eff. 2 years since nagkalagnat ako, ngayon naman, tuwang tuwa yung lagnat, ayaw umalis. Aalis man, babalik. Ang stalker mo, lagnat. amf ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So kaninang umaga bihis na bihis na ko tapos kinapa ako ni tatay, sabi niya, "May lagnat ka pa ehh." So sabi niya bukas na daw ako pumasok. Tapos bukas nanaman lalagnatin ako. Adik ka, lagnat. Tama na. Pag bukas meron pa to, lagot ako. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina umaga, nung kumakain ako, nawalan ako ng gana, as in 4 na kutsarang kanin at tuna lang kinain ko. Di pa ubos yun. Uminom ako ng apat 3 gamot, actually dapat 4, pero hell a. Muntik na ko mamatay. Mabubulunan ako kakainom, amfanget pa ng lasa. :P Nastuck sa dila ko yung lasa. Kadiri. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugging that aside, since it's really overrated to assume that I have A(H1N1) because I'm effin poor and I only look like an American, but I haven't been to that place EVAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syet. THALES, sino nagsumbong sa school nurse na madaming absent satin? Tinawagan tuloy ako. :( Kailangan daw ng Medical Certificate. Edi pupunta nanaman kami sa Pedia ko after 2 years. Bukas. So malamang, absent ako bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga namiss ang blogpost ko, ehem, haha. Namiss ko din, pero hindi na ko masyado confident sa Blogger e. D: TOTOO. SWEAR. MANIWALA KA KUNG HINDI--. Joke. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yan na muna. Next time nalang ulet. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1088570970734487129?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1088570970734487129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1088570970734487129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1088570970734487129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1088570970734487129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-sex-and-magic.html' title='Love, Sex and Magic.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-4425315965017544662</id><published>2009-06-05T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:38:04.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&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;br /&gt;Since when have we lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itsu kara ka  suteki na koto wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful things that we need somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitsuzenyou shite  dokoka wo ushinatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the connection to [your] heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kokoro no tsunagari ni  obiete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i buried myself with my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karada de umeyou to shita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those days [when] i [lied] everyday about my fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuan wo gomakashita  sonna mainichi no naka de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were already in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anata wa mou atashi no  kokoro no naka ni ita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can think deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moshimo  futari  fukaku omoete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someday time will end here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itsuka  koko de  toki wo oetemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zutto atashi  anata wo ai shite&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be holding out my hand [to you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te wo nobashiteru to  omoeta no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a scary thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aijou wa  nante kowai mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we run away as we search for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dakara  nigetari  motomeru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It no longer has anything to do with being an adult or being a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otona da toka  kodomo da toka  mou kankei nai yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels just like it’s my first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marude hatsukoi mitai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so that i feel like it must be fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unmei da to omoeru kurai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even in my dreams do i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dakiaeba  kanjiru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way i do when we hold each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kore hodo ni nai  yume koro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can't meet each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moshi futari  deaenakereba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't laugh this way [like when i'm with you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Konna fuu ni  waraenakatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the happiest thing is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kotoshi  1(ichi)ban  shiawase na no wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anata no soba ni  ireta koto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had chills with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-4425315965017544662?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4425315965017544662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=4425315965017544662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4425315965017544662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4425315965017544662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/draw-with-me.html' title='Draw With Me'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6577166122716202825</id><published>2009-05-19T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:56:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAAARLS. Masyado bang late?</title><content type='html'>Antagal ko daw mag-update, sabi ni Daine. Minumura na ko o. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na a. Sinipag ako bigla kasi wala akong ginagawa. Tatapusin ko na to. Swear to God. Pero puro nicknames nalang isusulat ko. Pakshit. Di ko maalala mga pangalan niyo. JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Alam kong demonyo ako at anghel ka. Kaya nga bagay tayo e. :)) Waw, chaka. Pero seriously, I know how bad I've been to you and others this year, so lemme say sorry, and ilysm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daine (Dannielle) AYAN A TAMA NA SPELLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sorry at palaging wrong spelling name mo. :)) Thank you sa pagiging vain. Sorry kung minsan di kita nasasamahan sa CR. Sabi sayo e. Ako lang multo sa Masci eh. ;)) Sorry sa lahat ng nagawa ko na na-offend ka, in case meron. Sorry, and ilysm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Alam kong may moments ka, ako din meron. :D Kaya sorry kung magkasabay tayo magkaron ng moments. Sorry din kung binabasag ka namin madalas, nakakatuwa kasi e. :D Sorry sa lahat. Thanks din. ilysm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Camel, kinumpleto mo persyir layp ko. Swear. Ikaw ang nagdala sakin ng kung anu-ano sa persyir life ko. Example: Ang classical music. Ang pigtails. :)) Ang walang sawang word na "tae". Gusto mo ng tae? Regaluhan kita. Home made. :)) Sorry sa mga nagawa ko. Thanks sa lahat. ilysm, kahit na ayaw mo. BWAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Marga, grabe. Yang kacute-an mo? Wala na. Talo na ko dyan. Hanggang beauty nalang ako. Charing. Joke, pero seriously, hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon natuwa sa kin ang mga tao. Alam ko isa ka sa mga yun. Kaya sorry, and thank you. :D ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Di tayo ganun kaclose, pero may moments din tayo. Sorry kung naging masyado akong masama sa paningin mo. Thank you for everything. ilysm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ikaw kaya first friend ko sa buong High School life ko. Gagu. :)) Haha, sorry kung nasaktan ko man feelings mo. Thanks you sa lahat. ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clebb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- HOY BABAE. MARAMING SALAMAT SA LAHAT. &gt;:D&lt; Kinumpleto mo first year life ko. Hindi mo baa lam? NGAYON ALAM MO NA. :)) Sorry kung minsan naiiwan ko kayo bigla at malakas ang trip ko minsan. Alam mo naman labs kita e. :D Basta yun. Ilysm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeanky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Thank you dun sa sinabi mo sa class pic. :)) Natawa ako dun. :D Di tayo ganun ka-close, I know. Madami kang nagawa para sa kin, nakakalungkot lang na di ko nasuklian yung mga yun. Ayos lang. May 3 years pa naman di ba? XD Thank sa one ream! XD ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Isa ka sa mga santo sa LAVO. Wag kang magbabago ha. Sorry kung na-offend man kita. Thank you sa lahat. :D ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arriane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Hi top 1. Wag lalaki ulo ah. Talunin mo palagi si Manay. GURL POOOWER! XD Joke. Thank you sa lahat. :D Combo kayong tatlo nila Alec. Sorry sa mga times na di tayo magkasundo. Hoy. Wag kalimutan ang yaoi kahit nasa Dalton na a, :D ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Uhh. Alam mo naman na madaming nangyari. So sorry ulet ha. :D LABS KITA, super. Ang xxxHoLIC addict ay palaging nandito. Wag mahiyang manghiram ng manga. :D 7-11, 13 meron akong volume ng xxxHoLIC okay? :D Thanks sa lahat, ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- HUI! XD Wag magbabago a! Maging mabait pa rin! Anong section mu? Haha, thanks sa lahat.  Sorry din kung minsa uber moody ako. :)) Thanks, and ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Hoy babae. Purkit magkakatabi kayo ha. :)) Joke. Thanks sa lahat: sa Legaci, kay DEL IS HOT OMG, at kung anu-ano. Sa totoo lang, magulo kayong dalawa ni Camel. :)) Swear. XD Sorry, and thanks… ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Hui. Ingatan mo si Clebb a. Baka magwala. Painumin mu palagi ng vitamins. :)) CHARING. Joke. Thanks and sorry sa lahat. Ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Thanks, at dahil sayo, naging successful and play natin. :)) Thank you at nagbago ka. Sorry kung masyado akong moody para sayo, at hey,  Always smile. :D Thanks, sorry, and ilysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zildjian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Hoy classmate! Isang year pa ulet! Let’s get along well, shall we? Thanks sa tee na pink. :D Di mo naman masyadong sinadyang ayaw ko yung kulay no? :)) joke. Thanks sa lahat, sorry, and ilysm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan na po. :D Enjoy. See you in 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6577166122716202825?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6577166122716202825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6577166122716202825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6577166122716202825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6577166122716202825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/05/gaaarls-masyado-bang-late.html' title='GAAARLS. Masyado bang late?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5734262542164978776</id><published>2009-04-06T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:16:52.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URZ.</title><content type='html'>Girls, yung post ko para sa inyo, next time na ah. :D Love lots. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5734262542164978776?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5734262542164978776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5734262542164978776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5734262542164978776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5734262542164978776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/urz.html' title='URZ.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-4609970829739664990</id><published>2009-04-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:56:00.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Force. [Boysss.]</title><content type='html'>There's this certain force that doens't want me to update my fucking blog. Hell, if I would agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I would dedicate this post to my wonderful section I-Lavoisier, who sculpted me to the being I am now: autistic, a bad-mouthing jerk, and tons of things you wouldn't search for a girl. Not to mention my made for awesome vanity. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acedera, Marjonel&lt;br /&gt;--You might not be with us at out last day in Masci, but hell do we miss you. Thank you for everything, the joy, the laughter, the amusing bad words you say. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amante, Bryan&lt;br /&gt;--Bryan, we've been friends because of certain forces. XD You're amusing like hell, so I'm thanking you for that. And yung awesome dialect mo dude, nakaka-amuse talaga. Thank you sa lahat.  Ilysm.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basco, Carmelo&lt;br /&gt;--Carmelo, haha. Sorry kung masyado na kitang natatarayan. Ganyan talaga pag dyosa. JOKE. You're the best guy I've seen so far who adlibs the best adlibs ever, and keep it up. :D Thanks for everything, dude. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bautista, Francis&lt;br /&gt;--Francis, I'll admit that I don't like you so much, but hell if I hate you, then I would actually feel too bad to do so. Condelences. I've been through the same. :D SO don't hesitate telling us everything, we're friends, not foes. Sorry, and thanks for everything. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caneja, Dennis&lt;br /&gt;--Dennis, you're so weak. Ruther ka na. Nahiwalay ka ata kay Alimae?! XD Joke. It's not the end of the world, dude. Strive for perfection! Laban para kay Alison! thanks for everything. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo, Gerard&lt;br /&gt;--Gerard, ang galing natin tumakas ng MASCI. XD Joke. Thnanks sa lahat ng nagawa mo para sa kin, if ever, and sorry sa lahat ng nagawa ko. :D Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gueco, Dale&lt;br /&gt;--Dale, haha. Ayusin mo na buhay mo ah? Wag ka nang papaboto para officers next year, PLEASE. XD LOL, joke. Thanks and sorry for everything. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labanan, Ron&lt;br /&gt;--Ron, haha. Since di mo naman ako pinapansin, kailangan ko pa ba mag-apologize and thank you dito? Alam ko namang di mo babasahin to eh. Kasayangan lang sa oras. :D Sabihin mo muna kung gusto mong malaman ang gusto kong sabihin, saka ko to ieedit. Imysm, Ron. Tama na pagiging moody. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manay, Justin&lt;br /&gt;--Justin, awww. Dalton na nga talaga siya. Mamansin ka sa second year ah. Wag suplado. Thanks sa lahat. Sorry na rin. Naaliw ako sa presensya mo. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogot, Aaron&lt;br /&gt;--Kuya Got, mamimiss kita, infernes. Text mo ko palagi ah, balitaan mo ko. Kundi malulungkot ako. Parehas lang naman tayo eh. :D Malungkot na masaya na ewan. Infernes, di ko matiis na magalit sayo. :)) Kawawa ka kasi. XD Thanks sa lahat, sorry kung sobrang demonita ako, and hell. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olan, Marc&lt;br /&gt;--Marc, iba ang eepekto sayo ng Love life. Wag papaloko sa larong yan ah? Hindi nilalaro ang pag-ibig. Pag nilaro mo yan, para ka na ring naglaro ng apoy. Masasaktan at masasaktan ka, pero remember na kung matalino ka, hindi ka magpapaloko sa mga bagay na hindi totoo. Kaya keep safe, thanks, sorry, and Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paguinto, Jorell&lt;br /&gt;--Takte. 97 ka sa Math? O.O Congrats! See you in second year, and thanks for eveyrthing. Sorry na rin sa lahat. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policarpio, Louise&lt;br /&gt;--Lousie, thanks sa pagpapa-aliw mo sakin, kahit di halatang naaliw ako. XD THANKS SA MCDO. XD Thanks, sorry and Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ros, Leimar&lt;br /&gt;--I hope your grandfather is doing fine. See you in second year! Pasalubong ah. XD Thanks, sorry, and Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runes, Jason&lt;br /&gt;--Jason, sorry kung masyado na kita ng binabara na kailangan mo na ng tubero. XD THank you sa mga moments na natawa ako sayo, sorry sa lahat. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandajan, Sandy&lt;br /&gt;--Sandy, THALES TAYOOOO~ I hope maging SUPERB close tayo next year, dude! Thank you sa lahat, sorry na rin. Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valmonte, Eric&lt;br /&gt;--ISA PANG THALESSSS! Sana maging maayos mga kaklase natin, noh? O.O Hoy, float ko. Haha, thank sa lahat. Sorry sa mga bagay-bagay na nagawa ko. XD Ilysm. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan muna. Baka maiyak ako sa girls eh. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-4609970829739664990?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4609970829739664990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=4609970829739664990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4609970829739664990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/4609970829739664990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/force-boysss.html' title='Force. [Boysss.]'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5442259002960621429</id><published>2009-04-02T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:22:26.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, Love, Laugh. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the end draw near, I just want to be with the section I love the most. Don't worry, there will be no grudges. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko muna umiyak para sa section ko. Alam naman nilang mahal ko sila. Di ko na kailangan liwanagin kasi sobrang ikli lang nun. Sus. Anond hindi maiintindihan don, di ba? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatawa ako sa mga stat ko kanina. XD Kung anu-ano lang. Parang sira. Sira naman talaga ako eh. Heto o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BTCHNG the hell up, DND. (tapos link sa blog ko.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BTCH PLZ. STFU PPL, DOIN SRS BSNSS HIR. (tapos link sa blog ko.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why go to school when you don't even have a reason to go anyway? (tapos link sa blog ko.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Savor the taste of my bittersweet torture on thy feelings. Enjoy it while it lasts." -- Samantha Kirsten T. Lucas (tapos link sa blog ko.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Live, Love, Laugh. Enjoy it while it lasts. (tapos link sa blog ko)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prussia and his EPIC blog. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in vain kanina sa harap ng Jesi Mendrez. Nice noh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinatamad ako mag-update. Ganon pa rin naman eh. Kahit may hinanakit ako, anong magagawa ko? Mababasa niya eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Love.&lt;3.♥.hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5442259002960621429?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5442259002960621429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5442259002960621429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5442259002960621429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5442259002960621429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-love-laugh.html' title='Live, Love, Laugh. ♥'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6985883730659717160</id><published>2009-04-01T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T03:39:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of I - Lavoisier, Episode # 666 Part 2: The Department.</title><content type='html'>First, I'm gonna give a short announcement, and I'm not gonna make this long because I know it's gonna hurt and I know you guys will cry about the sudden news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm transferring schools. I mean, I don't know why the hell my folks want this but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other announcement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LIED. XD Happy April Fools Day~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough with the useless shitty news. Back to the adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was late. I went to school at 10:00 am, arrived at 10:30, I guess, and I don't fucking care if people hate me now because they don't know where to place their jokes. Sobrang nakakatakot yung ginawa mo, Ogot, kaya maguilty ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time writing to the filler, sleeping and talking. I also flooded my family's phones. Ayaw ba naman magreply, di ba? Sinong di maiinsecure, eh kailangan ko yung notebook ko? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the adventure? Everyone got all pissy with the stupid skit. Simple lang ginawa namin. Nagpresent lang po kami, di po kami gumawa ng krimen. Sige lang po, tandaan niyo lang po kami. Pag bumingo po kami sa klase niyo, di na po namin kasalanan yon. Seryoso po kami sa pag-aaral namin, kaya don't expect po na tutumbling mga grades namin sa inyo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto pa. Andaming epal na first year ah. (waw. di daw ako first year. XD) Lahat ng eepalan niyo, yung serious business pa. Please naman, kung magpapapansin ka, dun ka sa taong walang ginagawang importante. Nakasalalay dito ang pagstay namin sa Masci, hijo. Kung ayaw mo samin, wag kang ganyan. Tauban mo nalang kami, wag yung ganyang nilalagay mo kami sa piligro, gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tapos na ko. :D Next stop, TUMBLR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kung importante yung sasabihin  mo, edi sana sinabi mo para di na ko nagbiro ng ganun... Sorry naman...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6985883730659717160?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6985883730659717160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6985883730659717160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6985883730659717160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6985883730659717160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventures-of-i-lavoisier-episode-666.html' title='The Adventures of I - Lavoisier, Episode # 666 Part 2: The Department.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1560657770094045601</id><published>2009-03-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:45:58.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of I - Lavoisier, Episode # 666: The Exhausting Monday...</title><content type='html'>Yan. Nabuo ang Episode # 666 ng everyday chronicles namin. Sobrang daming nangyari. Mapagkakamalan mong Friday the 13th ngayon. As in sobrang dami. :D Nakakatawa, pero nakakaaliw. Tipong "you failed once, it will never happen again". Waw. Kuya, pahiram ah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, madami akong namiss. :D Start tayo sa Freshie's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FRESHIE'S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshie's Night. Waw. Bongga, Philippine Columbian. Si kuya, tinatawag kong Boypren. :D Okay, so nawindang ako nung pagkapasok ko, yun, lahat sila naka-FORMAL. Ako, naka smart casual kasi (1) smart ako at (2) mabait ako, sumusunod sa letter. Waw, first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sobrang nahihiya na ko kasi nakasmart casual ako. Kakahiya, I don't belong. Nung nakita ko si Clebb, tangena. "HIGH FIVE, SISTAH! WE BELONG!" ganung arte? OO, may ganon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun, una, doxology, naiyak ako. Sabi ni Alec, "LET GO NA, SAM." Waw. Ayoko pa. There's still a part of me that tells me to hold on to the grudge. Anyway, masyadong madrama yang kwentong yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Opening Remarks, blah, blah, blah, KAIIIIIN! Soup in a can, :)). Mushroom Soup na pinainit tapos sinerve. Tapos may kumakanta ng RnB, bosanova, Oldies. XD Sana nagstay pa siya kahit saglit pa, ang saya niya kumanta eh. Ang galing. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May dumating that time. So ako, habang kumakain, bigla akong nawalan ng gana kasi (1) di niya ko pinansin and (2) fuck naman kung papansinin ako nun, eh galit nga. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yun nga, kumain, tapos nagchismisan, tapos maya-maya, tinawag ng kalikasan, pumuntang CR, tapos yun, VANITY CHECK. Daming vain, infernes. XD Natuwa ako, sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, presentation. Iba-iba ginawa ng bawat section. Kami, yung ginawa namin sa Farewell. Yun na yon. Nga pala, nag Earth Minute din kami. :D Saglit lang naman eh. DI siya HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, Pose And Print, vanity time with boypren, HUWAHAHAA. XD ILYSM Kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, kumanta ng IF We Hold On Together, tapossss... DAAAAAAAAANCE. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we demonstrated the chair dance, ay ako lang pala, tapos nag-aerobics yung mga boys sa stage, tapos may nangyari kay Ogot, secret na yun, haha. Tapos, ako, dance like there's no tomorrow, pinapauwi na ang lola niyo, so umuwi na din ako. Nakakatamad sumayaw. For the first time, I yawned while bar dancing. Whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahulog ni kuya yung Psoe and Print namin. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard may slow dance daw ah! Sana nagstay ako, para nakanood ako! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;/TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is hell. Yun lang. XD JOKE. Wait. San ba ko magsisimula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, wala si Dayan. Naghahanap kami ng susi, walang nagproduce. So yun, impyerno sa init. Dumaan kami sa may Pasteur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, wala si Ron. Di ako makakabayad. Di ako macleaclear sa Clearance! :(( Pano ba yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, yung issue tungkol sa na-offend daw ang Pasteur sa skit namin, so kami, natakot kami. Pero nung tinanong daw nila, wala lang naman daw sa kanila. Okay, so medyo nakahinga kami. Medyo lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang-apat, haha. Nagalit daw si sir sa skit namin. O.O I was like, "WTFOMGORLY?!" pero, I was mentally cursing myself. Kasi may isa pang problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panglima, yung faucet sa CR ng teachers sa Math Dep, may gumamit, ayaw magsara. Nice. Ginamit ko yung Plummer powers ko, wala talaga. Dun ako kinabahan kasi baka may makakitang teacher. And to sum it up, GOD, ang dami na naming problema! Sobrang takot na ko kanina. As in super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang-anim, waw. Andaming officers na wala. Di masimulan yung clearance ng maayos. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yan ang LAVO. Kung kailan nag-aayos, dun nasisira ang lahat. Sumasabay ang mga problema. Sobrang saya... JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And note to self, puta. Next time, siguraduhin na may sasabihing importante muna yung tao bago magjoke, ah? Ang tanga ko talaga. Ngayong naalala ko naman, iiyak na ulit ako. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1560657770094045601?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1560657770094045601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1560657770094045601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1560657770094045601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1560657770094045601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/03/adventures-of-i-lavoisier-episode-666.html' title='The Adventures of I - Lavoisier, Episode # 666: The Exhausting Monday...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6244285940891875370</id><published>2009-03-17T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:50:19.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limitasyon.</title><content type='html'>Siguro naman naaalala niyo yung post ko dati. Na lahat ng bagay ay may limitasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ewan ko. Kung ibabase natin sa buhay ko ngayon... Masasabing hindi na ko yung dating Samantha na sobrang ewan at sobrang kalog, mapagkakamalan mong baliw. Hindi na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo na pwede ibalik yung dating Samantha. Yung nakakapagtiis pag sumosobra na. Yung kayang pakalmahin yung sarili kahit hindi na tanggap ng sarili niya. Di na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag naman kayong ganyan. Pag di naiinis yung tao sa inyo, demonyo ang mukha niyo. Tapos pag nainis na sa inyo, santo na kayo bigla? Sige na. Ambabait niyo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;__&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6244285940891875370?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6244285940891875370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6244285940891875370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6244285940891875370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6244285940891875370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/03/limitasyon.html' title='Limitasyon.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5090469808643836972</id><published>2009-03-11T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:11:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Mahiwagang Lugar na Tinatawag na "Paco Park".</title><content type='html'>Magaling ako. Bakit ako magaling? Pinayagan ako sa practice. Ang galing noh? Di ko nga pinakita yung letter na pinagawa ko kay Dayan eh. Sus. Weeeeaaaaak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nagpractice kami ng play sa English. Or you could say we were merely procrastinating, like I always do. I arrived at McDo at 6:45 am, and people started arriving at 7:30, I guess. Medyo nakakapagod maghintay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left McDo by 10:30. Medyo late, tapos kung maglakad pa yung iba parang nasa Luneta lang, LOL. So yun, nauna ang LEBOG sa LEGOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit happens. ALAM NIYO NA, LEBOG, kung ano yung nangyari. :)) Naaliw ako sa pinaggagagawa ko. XD Ayus. Natapakan na nga, BUKAS PA. XD =)):))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pagkatapos namin magpractice, pumunta kami ng SM Manila para bumili ng pamprops. XD Ako, si Lec, si Clebb, si Cams, si Kuya Got, si Ron at si Sandy. Mga adik kami sa mga ganyan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Napagod ako. Maikli lang to. Kasi tinatamad ako. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5090469808643836972?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5090469808643836972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5090469808643836972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5090469808643836972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5090469808643836972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-mahiwagang-lugar-na-tinatawag-na.html' title='Ang Mahiwagang Lugar na Tinatawag na &quot;Paco Park&quot;.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7024735993904878458</id><published>2009-03-09T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:07:52.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Of Mine</title><content type='html'>Tonight, gusto ko na lang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; umiyak&lt;/span&gt;. Gusto kong ibalik yung mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dating nasakin, hindi ko mabalik&lt;/span&gt;. I guess he just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refuses to come back&lt;/span&gt;. Gusto kong umiyak kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;di ko na kaya&lt;/span&gt;. Nastrestress ako masyado. Salamat na nga lang kay Kuya Got, (waaaw, kuya na nga tawag ko sa kanyaaa~) waw. Katext ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANO NANGYARI NGAYONG ARAAAAAAAW~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, Miting De Avance--... WALANG BOMBA! GAGI! PLAZA MIRANDA YUN, KUYA! MALI PO LUGAR NA NAPUNTAHAN NIYO~ Dun po sa Quiapo yun. Dun sa madaming DVD! XD SO ayun, wala akong nagets sa Miting De Avance. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC, potek. Wala na nga akong natututunan kay Avellaneda, may requirements pa?! Waw. Rock on, ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STA, summative. Tapos botohan. Actually, nanghula ako ng boboto. Di ko talga alam kung sino boboto ko. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, self study ng LGM ng polynomials na kahit saang anggulo ko tignan, di ko talaga gets. XD Tapos may group exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Math, quiz. Quiz na nagtanungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino, wala lang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, KUMAIN, soundtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE, at last, nagreport na ko. Group 2 ako, group 4 na yung magrereport. AYOS DI BA? Tapos ayun, discussion and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, pinagtawanan si Clev at ang kanyang sapatusan sa grocery. XD JOKE CLEV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, Formal Theme. XD "If I Were A..." Sabi ni Francis, "If I Were A Boy." Sabi na nga ba Francis eh. BABAE KAAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman masyadong halata na tinatamad ako magblog noh? XD Hinde. Lemme share my current theme song, Angel Of Mine. Bkit? Kasi gusto ko. Bakit gusto ko? Kasi demonyo ako. Kinakantahan ko ang anghel ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I first saw you I already knew&lt;br /&gt;There was something inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought that I would never find&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you, lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why they say the best things are free&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you boy you are so fine&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you changed my world you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I'm different now, you helped me grow&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life sent from above&lt;br /&gt;When I lost all hope you showed me love&lt;br /&gt;I'm checkin' for ya boy you're right on time&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing means more to me than what we share&lt;br /&gt;No one in this whole world can ever compare&lt;br /&gt;Last night the way you moved is still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I need to show&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life sent from above (Sent from above)&lt;br /&gt;When I lost all hope, you showed me love (Boy you showed me love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (Right on Time)&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Mine (Angel of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could feel each moment&lt;br /&gt;As if it were new,&lt;br /&gt;Every breath that I take, the love that we make&lt;br /&gt;I only share it with you (you, you, you,you)&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you I already knew&lt;br /&gt;There was something inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought that I would never find&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life sent from above (Came into my life, yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;When I lost all hope you showed me love (Boy You showed me love, uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (But boy your right on time)&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Mine (Angel of mine, oh mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you changed my world you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I'm different now, you helped me grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why they say the best things are free&lt;br /&gt;I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Mine&lt;/blockquote&gt;I still love you. Please try to understand that I was just hurt. ;___; I never meant to chase you away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7024735993904878458?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7024735993904878458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7024735993904878458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7024735993904878458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7024735993904878458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/03/angel-of-mine.html' title='Angel Of Mine'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8688455729928937465</id><published>2009-03-06T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:51:26.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pagbabalik.</title><content type='html'>Madaming nangyari. Hindi ko na uulitin lahat ng nangyari kasi masakit pa rin. Masakit para sakin, masakit para sa kanya, masakit para kay ganun, masakit para kay ganyan. Masyadong komplikado. Masyadong magulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAKIT MO ULIT BINUKSAN BLOG MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Kasi masyado akong nagkikimkim ng sama ng loob, ng hinanakit, ng problema. Ito na lang siguro ang lugar kung saan malalabas ko ang nararamdaman ko. Kaya wag kayong magulo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAKIT KA PA BUMALIK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Walang basagan ng trip. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ehh, kamusta ka naman ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Di na tinatanong yan, dude. Lagi naman akong miserable eh. Bukod sa miserable, nababastusan ko. Di niya ko makausap? Ulul. GALIT AKO? Tangena naman. Di naman pwede nagpapakiramdaman lang tayo palagi. Try mo kayang tanungin. Kaso nga lang, pag nagtanong ka, pagpipilitan mong galit pa ko eh. So ayun, lalo akong nagalit. Ang galing. Ayos, de ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kahapon is FRIDAY. Friday is FREEEEDAY. And Freeday is whatever. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, eto ang nangyari kaaaaaaaahapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, nagkaroon ng First Friday mas for the month of March. And laki nang body of Christ. Ano ba spelling don? Napaisiptuloy ako. Nako. Wag niyo kong pinag-iisip. Masakit sa brain. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, STA. Nagdiscuss lang ng Dialogue echos. Di ako nakikinig eh. Kasi pinaplano namin yung sa English. Eh ayuuun. :((:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma--... Ay wala palang Math. Pumunta kami sa corridor ng Com Sci. Una, namroblema ako kasi wala akong foot rag. XD Pero ayus lang daw kasi nasa labas lang kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom, tumambay sa Canteen! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Math, :)) nakinig naman ako kay Ma'am ng onti. Sabi nga niya may quiz daw sa Monday eh. XD Katabi ko sila Carmelo. As usual, naggagaguhan sila. XD Nilaro ang clay. Ginawang pyramid. JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Sci, discussion. By that time, uwing-uwi na ko. So, nagrecite na ko before hand para di na ko tawagin. Wala ng hassle. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALVA, nagpaxerox sila Clebb. Nagparing-bind ako ng project ni ate. Binigay ko immediately. Tapos proceed at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC, pinag-usapan namin yun gagawin sa English. Kasi, may play. Yung play, clearance namin. XD Nag-order kami. Tapos wala akong drinks. Edi ang saya. For a short while, tumahimik ako kasi naghahanap ng coke ang lalamunan ko. Tapos yun, gumawa ng mga sketch sketch para sa furies tsaka sa Sirens. Tapos... nandun siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siya". Di natin alam kung anong pinunta niya dun. Napaisip tuloy ako kung may kaibigan pa ba siya. Cool Off daw sila ng gf nia. Sabihin nalang nating wala siyang kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasama niya ang mga boys. Nagulat kami nung lumipat sila ng table. Nung bigla kaming kinausap, binastos ko siya. Di siya involved sa topic namin. Busy kami, as everyone can see. Tingin ng tingin, nakakabansas. Eextra bigla, nakakainis. Di niya alam kung san siya lulugar. Lumugar siya sa mga kauri niya, utang na loob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan muna. Sa tingin ko naman medyo mahaba na yan. Pwede na yan. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8688455729928937465?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8688455729928937465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8688455729928937465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8688455729928937465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8688455729928937465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-pagbabalik.html' title='Ang Pagbabalik.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-452220965143837172</id><published>2009-02-20T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:30:40.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LYRIC SPAM.</title><content type='html'>Sabi ni ALEC kanina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pano pag bumalik sya sayo tapos kinanta niya sa'yo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I need to know&lt;br /&gt;If love is even possible&lt;br /&gt;We've tried it once before&lt;br /&gt;But damn I let you go&lt;br /&gt;Back then we couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that you can see&lt;br /&gt;I've grown and changed&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm ready for love."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Really had me going&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtain's finally closing&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertaining'&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now (but it's over now)&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah sure. I suck. Well guess what? You're worse. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-452220965143837172?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/452220965143837172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=452220965143837172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/452220965143837172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/452220965143837172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/lyric-spam.html' title='LYRIC SPAM.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-5246077850869468638</id><published>2009-02-16T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:20:20.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your sisters brought it on with: 1 pair of Ruby Ankle Strap Stillettos, 1 Blackberry, 1 pair of Bronze Gladiator Heels, 2 BMW Convertible, 1 Amber Blazer and Skinny Jeans, 1 Hybrid Prius, 1 iPod, 1 pair of Black Quilted Flats, 1 Auburn Flare, 1 pair of Aviators, 1 Juicy Couture Dress, 1 Formal Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaktii's sisters had: 2 Cadillac Escalade, 1 pair of Manolo Blahnik Sandals, 1 Mercedes SUV, 1 pair of Ruby Ankle Strap Stillettos, 1 Bomber Jacket and Skinny Jeans, 1 Juicy Couture Dress, 3 Party Pack, 2 Blackberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You won! You took down your rival's confidence by 21 and lost 14 confidence in the process. In addition to her confidence, you also took $0 from her and gained 4 influence points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what you call WEAK, in Sorority Life. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-5246077850869468638?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5246077850869468638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=5246077850869468638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5246077850869468638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/5246077850869468638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-sisters-brought-it-on-with-1-pair.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-591521291153737285</id><published>2009-02-16T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:18:47.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mag floo-flood lang ako. Ayokong makaalala. I know this is hell irritating, but that's how the world revolves. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I say I'm dizzy, that means my mind is currently empty. XD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-591521291153737285?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/591521291153737285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=591521291153737285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/591521291153737285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/591521291153737285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/mag-floo-flood-lang-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7046342844918330558</id><published>2009-02-16T22:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:17:42.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOOD.</title><content type='html'>Mag floo-flood lang ako. Ayokong makaalala. I know this is hell irritating, but that's how the world revolves. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Forget everything that happened, and move on.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7046342844918330558?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7046342844918330558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7046342844918330558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7046342844918330558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7046342844918330558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood_16.html' title='FLOOD.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-481232961415708636</id><published>2009-02-16T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:16:53.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood again.</title><content type='html'>Mag floo-flood lang ako. Ayokong makaalala. I know this is hell irritating, but that's how the world revolves. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't be such a pussy, weakshit. Warfreak much?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-481232961415708636?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/481232961415708636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=481232961415708636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/481232961415708636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/481232961415708636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood-again.html' title='Flood again.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8222518739125417775</id><published>2009-02-16T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:16:19.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOOD.</title><content type='html'>Mag floo-flood lang ako. Ayokong makaalala. I know this is hell irritating, but that's how the world revolves. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't be such a pussy, weakshit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8222518739125417775?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8222518739125417775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8222518739125417775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8222518739125417775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8222518739125417775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood.html' title='FLOOD.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-8094679159805903700</id><published>2009-02-16T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:28:07.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Nakatatamad mang gawin, kailangan kong mag blagpost. Ano ba yan. May LJ ako. 3 blogspot (yung isa sinara ko na for good. pang grade 6 yun.) At isang Tumblr. At may plano pa kong gumawa. :D OOOOH yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven? Utot. Di ka bagay dun. Titignan ka pa nga lang ni San Pedro tinatakwil ka na eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU? Haaaaah. Kapal ng mukha mo, wala naman palang balak yung lalaki mo manligaw sayo. Eh kung sana kayo, di ba? Edi masaya. Edi sana mas lalong madaming nagalit sayo. Okay. Bahala kayo sa buhay niyo. Last post ko na to sa inyo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang naman dapat kong sabihin eh. CIAO. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea. BitchBitcherBitchest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-8094679159805903700?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8094679159805903700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=8094679159805903700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8094679159805903700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/8094679159805903700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-6404905635182435199</id><published>2009-02-14T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:45:18.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Bombday.</title><content type='html'>Yeaaaa. Em bored. Em goneh type crezi end yuu must gess whut em typing. E wnna be amyuuused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaddemmet. Sumbodii visit meh deviantART for Chrissake. Wenna siii? AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arimi-san.deviantart.com/"&gt;HIR IT IS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGh em bored. Dun want to continyuuu dis na. :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-6404905635182435199?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6404905635182435199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=6404905635182435199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6404905635182435199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/6404905635182435199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-bombday.html' title='Sunday Bombday.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-1033097718530003402</id><published>2009-02-13T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:20:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napagod. Natuwa. Nalungkot. NAEWAN.</title><content type='html'>Hindi po pun yung last word sa title ng blogsters ko. NA-EWAN po yan, di bisaya ng naiwan. Utot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferness. Ang tagal kong di nagpost. Siguro kasi hindi ko makuha ang opporunity para magsulat dahil ang pagblablagg ay merong oras. At dapat atat na atat ka nang magkwento para mas masaya ang pagblablagg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tignan natin ang aking week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;♥ MONDAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Values Ed: Hala. Ma'am Torres. Lagot tayo dyaaaaaaaan. Naman. Christian yan. Patay. Pupose Driven Life ang putek. Wala na. Sira na agad araw ko. Joke.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; MUSIC: Sir Andrew showed up. Reporting. Crap, crap, crap. Oh I can't wait until we reach Monday. PAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Bat ko ba ginagawa to. Ibig sabihin ba nito ikwekwento ko buo kong linggo na ganito ang format? TANGINA. NO thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So isummarize na lang natin. Ang week ko? Tanginang week yan. Puro pag-ibig. NO. LOVE DOESN'T MAKE TEH WORLD GO ROUND!!!!!111oneeleven (omigahd, this joke never fails to amuse me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's with love? Adik ah. Naging Valentines Special ang linggo ko. Pati sa TV meron din. Eh pwede ka namang magmahal ng normal in all the days in your week. Putek. Mga adik. Abno lang ang nagcecelebrate ng Valentines! Ay hindi. Vice versa pala. Abno nga pala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT MAY BAGO AKONG NICKNAME, HAVAINAS AT BAGONG ECHOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKNAME: Tam. (*winkCLEBTUESDAYPATwink*)&lt;br /&gt;HAVAINAS: A black Havainas Flash.&lt;br /&gt;ECHOS: eto. ewan ko na to. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunwari ako si Rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RINA: "Sam, kwento mo naman araw mo kahapon. Sigeeee naaaaaaaaaa~"&lt;br /&gt;AKO: Tangena Rina, wag mo kong ginagaya sa multiple vowels ko ah. XD&lt;br /&gt;RINA: :3 At least may sense.&lt;br /&gt;AKO: Ulul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kwento ko na ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, Soc Stud. Diniscuss namin yung mga nangyari nung Martial Law. PInagawa kami ng table ni Ma'am Amarillo (kasi wala si LBM, ECHOS.). Dun daw namin isusulat yung mga events na nangyari before, during and after BM. Ayun. 15 naman score ko. Di ako masyado nanood nung film, pero hell. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH, well, yung isang group saming girls ay nagreport ng sa Arts. Tapos gumawa kami ng model namin para sa clay. Gumawa ako ng Marin (yung Poring na kulay blue. XD) For illustration, eto o. Gumagalaw pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SZX-QxTMMcI/AAAAAAAAADw/YmwGnEBFaK4/s1600-h/marin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 43px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SZX-QxTMMcI/AAAAAAAAADw/YmwGnEBFaK4/s320/marin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302423700363817410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O ayan. Marin. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STA, well, nagsulat kami ng evaluation sa putek na culminating activity namin. XD Di naman ako nagenjoy nun eh. Swear. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, QUIIIIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom, chinika si Sir. Nainis kay Gott dahil sa kanyang paghampas ng kung ano man yun sa ulo ko. Kumain. Lumayas papuntang Con Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Math, kami'y nagdasal na hindi dumating si Ma'am. Di nga dumating. Ay potek. Uto-uto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Sci, last minute dumating si Ma'am. Sinabi niya lang na may summative. Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, gumawa kami ng visuals sa English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino, NATULOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, tumunganga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English... Well. English is English. Palaging may excitement during that time. So, yung planong ginawa ko kay Ogot ay di natupad. Gumawa siya ng sarili niyang plano. =___= Sayang effort ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero at least binasa ni Sir Balonzo yung poem na ginawa ko. XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ganito yun. Yung poem na binasa ng kung sinu-sino? Pinagawa sakin ni Ogot yun nung Thursday. At ayun. XD Walang copyright, tangena. Ogot, babayaran mo pa ko dun. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go to details on what happened to me. Medyo na depressed ako kahapon eh. Grabe Alec. ILHABYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron, thank you sa ginawa mo. I appreciate it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Alec, thank you sa pagsama mo sa kin sa KFC. Nakakaaliw ang Pastor niyo. Nagthank you na rin ako kagabi. :D&lt;br /&gt;At sa lahat, haha. Happy Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Walang commitment. :D Please let me go for now. Wag mo munang iparamdam na mahal mo ko. Wag muna. Hintay muna tayo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-1033097718530003402?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1033097718530003402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=1033097718530003402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1033097718530003402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/1033097718530003402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/napagod-natuwa-nalungkot-naewan.html' title='Napagod. Natuwa. Nalungkot. NAEWAN.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/SZX-QxTMMcI/AAAAAAAAADw/YmwGnEBFaK4/s72-c/marin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7611265030161627409</id><published>2009-02-07T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:11:01.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ THE LAVOISIER VALENTINE MEME. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ THE LAVOISIER VALENTINE MEME ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; It goes like this;&lt;br /&gt;- Comment with a pairing/threesome/moresome and a prompt.&lt;br /&gt;- Wait for someone to write a drabble/one-shot. I don't accept art na. XD It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;- You, in return, fill in other people's requests. You don't have to, but it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;-The entries will be posted in this blog, so notify and mail me your entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Rules;&lt;br /&gt;- All pairings invited.&lt;br /&gt;- Ratings range to G-PG-13.&lt;br /&gt;- AU (Alternate Universe)  settings are fine.&lt;br /&gt;- No character/pairing bashing.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't make too many requests if you haven't filled at least one yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I hope hindi natrauma ang Lavo sa ginawa ko dati. Valentines na, mga dude. Isang linggo nalang. So less than a week na! Ewan ko nga ba kung may sasalit dito. Pero yung mga adik, haha. :)) And by the way. Pwede mag-join ng taga-ibang section. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the meme begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7611265030161627409?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7611265030161627409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7611265030161627409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7611265030161627409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7611265030161627409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/lavoisier-valentine-meme.html' title='♥ THE LAVOISIER VALENTINE MEME. ♥'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7025149359416382048</id><published>2009-02-07T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:23:15.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post for the day.</title><content type='html'>Sa mga nasaktan, haha. Pis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong di siya ganun kadali. Kaya nga ko nagsosorry eh. D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga bagay na hindi niyo alam, Lavo. At may mga limitasyon ang tao, katulad nga ng sinabi ko. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At nasa limitasyon na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bibigay na lang ako one time, di niyo pa alam. Di ako magiging cheerful as I was dati. Susubukan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang emo ko noh? Kasalanan mo to. XD joke. Kasalanan ko to. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Wag kang humirit. Wala kang ginawang masama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7025149359416382048?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7025149359416382048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7025149359416382048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7025149359416382048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7025149359416382048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-post-for-day.html' title='Last post for the day.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862674407800290283.post-7665843567650330798</id><published>2009-02-07T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:16:20.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heto na, lulunukin ko na tong pride ko.</title><content type='html'>Ilalantad ko na lahat ng dapat kong ilantad. Sobrang problemado na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba na kayo, Lavoisier. At lalong iba na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Clev, "Last year, sobrang stong natin. Ngayon, anong nangyari?" Oo nga noh. Anong nangyari? Ako. Sabihin ko kaya kung anong nangyari sakin. Para maliwanagan kayo kung bakit ako tangenang gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give and take. &lt;/span&gt;He gave HIM to me, and he took HIM away instantly. SALAMAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suffering. &lt;/span&gt;Physically, emotionally, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh kung sabihin kong sinasampal ako at kung anu-ano ng magulang ko, maniniwala ba naman kayo? Eh ganun naman kayo di ba? What's new. Di naman kayo marunong umintindi. Gusto niyo kayo ang iintindihin. Well guess WHAT Lavo. The world doesn't revolve on you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shit, I snapped. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862674407800290283-7665843567650330798?l=madam-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7665843567650330798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3862674407800290283&amp;postID=7665843567650330798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7665843567650330798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862674407800290283/posts/default/7665843567650330798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madam-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/heto-na-lulunukin-ko-na-tong-pride-ko.html' title='Heto na, lulunukin ko na tong pride ko.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511728533354763634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7EnoCBDAEw/Sr152NAZExI/AAAAAAAAARA/GRjvOY_Iv_M/S220/lifedestroyed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
