<?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-3888300837034747021</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:13:33.221+08:00</updated><category term='disaster'/><category term='TV'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='election'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='UPCAT'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='CAT'/><category term='fun'/><category term='school'/><category term='review'/><category term='health'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>A . Peek . To . Her . Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a peek on my daily basis crazy life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-964538681652920854</id><published>2009-07-17T06:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:06:51.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>SBO Elections 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/Stock1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 100px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/Stock1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;aint John Colleges held it's election for Student Body Organization this Friday, July 10 2009. Two parties are fighting for positions, the Scheme Party and the Whoope Party. Our pride, Sapphire has 5 representatives to compete for their respective positions. Glen for Sgt. At Arms, Zosimo for PRO, Kennedy for Auditor, Jonelle for Athletic Manager and Shaie for Vice-President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very supportive for my classmates. I am also very happy to see my other classmates' cooperation and concerns for them. They're making banners, fliers and other campaign material and helping them to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine, my friend from Diamond, is also running for Vice-President. Now, I am confused to whom I should vote for that position. They're both very dear to me, and great leaders too. Ella said she'll be voting Elaine. That's very sure because they're GREAT friends (hell yeah. Forget Shaie, you're classmate since elem years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meeting De Avance was very entertaining too, well at least Scheme's dance number is. Zosimo's crazy antics was darn funny. And those boys from Scheme are folk dancing too. They all look hideous, but funny. Elaine (from Whoope Party) told me that they fail to dance Beat It by the great King Of Pop since those dance steps are really professional, so instead they danced a corny modern song which I am tired of knowing what it is. Their dance wasn't that bad, but Scheme's number was way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That afternoon, after a long vacant hours of reading Inkdeath and trying to sleep, the election begun. We waited outside the classroom for our turn. I voted all of my classmates except for Shaie. Yes, I picked Elaine because she has plans for the school ever since 2nd Year but she wasn't given an opportunity. But, I want to Shaie win too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after, Saturday (and UPCAT review session too), my friends told me the results of the election. Kennedy didn't win but the rest of our representatives did. It was great to know that they did well. But I am sorry for Kennedy and Elaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3888300837034747021-964538681652920854?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/964538681652920854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/07/sbo-elections-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/964538681652920854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/964538681652920854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/07/sbo-elections-2009.html' title='SBO Elections 2009.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/th_Stock1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-6929279771582196245</id><published>2009-07-13T05:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:36:10.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><title type='text'>Long gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's been a week long since I'm gone online because there's a problem on our computer. Since I cannot be online for a few days, I had to do something to entertain myself. Good thing I borowed Ella's Death Note anime series dvd. It was a great show, even though the story is getting more complicated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss playing Restaurant City on Facebook. And also, I miss going to my favorite websites and listening to music. I've been inactive at TG forum too. I didn't vote on the Twitter Wall of Fame for long. And GTA, oh how I miss playing that! I can't play it now too, since Chris (the one who fixed the PC) didn't install my game. What a sucker! &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to satisfy my wants, I went to several computer shops. But, it can't compare to the comforts of going online at home. I'm damn bored on internet cafes, and it's so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy now since the PC is now fixed again. It would be a disaster if I can't be active online again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3888300837034747021-6929279771582196245?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/6929279771582196245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/6929279771582196245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/6929279771582196245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-gone.html' title='Long gone.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-4660926731832953649</id><published>2009-07-03T21:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:31:27.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Sk4OxcSsjNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tl-6Vc9pTPo/s1600-h/083.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Sk4OxcSsjNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tl-6Vc9pTPo/s320/083.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354233249561087186" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Sk4RO1JTtYI/AAAAAAAAADY/VEXpAd29aLE/s1600-h/054+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Sk4RO1JTtYI/AAAAAAAAADY/VEXpAd29aLE/s320/054+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354235953472058754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his blog is about a girl namely Elizabeth. Beth for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, this graduating college student was forced to study at ACSAT Calamba branch since the school branch near her beloved home in Muntinlupa was shut down without further adieu. Due to the long travels and headaches, her mother and she decided to stay at her relatives living at Calamba (that's us alright).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It simply means I'm going to have my best cousin for the whole effin win!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she went here last Sunday. She personally said to me that on her official first day here, she was a little homesicked. But she also said that she's at home here after that (Hell yeah! She's been here a lot of times already).  We've been communting on our way back to home with Ella too since both of our schools are near to each other. We're all hanging out every evening with my sister. She's also helping me with the house chores too. Surely, my life's been light and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they're been a lil negative things about her move. My prvacy was a bit disturbed. I cannot do anything without anyone seeing it anymore. But, that's not important. I'd still love her to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She have to comeback at several Fridays to her home to get some allowance and return at Mondays after school. But I want her to be here on weekends so we can bond together as family much longer. And I'd seriously love her to be here on laundry day too, less work babay! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3888300837034747021-4660926731832953649?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/4660926731832953649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/07/elizabeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/4660926731832953649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/4660926731832953649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/07/elizabeth.html' title='Elizabeth.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Sk4OxcSsjNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tl-6Vc9pTPo/s72-c/083.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-1962447668640825301</id><published>2009-06-27T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:02:29.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPCAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAT'/><title type='text'>UPCAT review or first CAT class?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SkY60bDE3LI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJYRV8CC8Ac/s1600-h/stock_05_by_tyler%40drownedparadise.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SkY60bDE3LI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJYRV8CC8Ac/s320/stock_05_by_tyler%40drownedparadise.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352029879464680626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es, we now have CAT classes on Saturdays. That means even after those dreaded UPCAT review sessions, I had to attend *averylongsigh* CAT. The good news is, this effin CAT classes only takes one hour per Saturday (yehey!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was this CAT classes anyway? Why, it's a part of our grade in PE and being a 4th year high school student as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway even though we had this CAT class at 10:00-11:00 am, those students reviewing for the UPCAT (like me) should attend the review and we're excuse for CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Ella and I went to school at 7:00 am. When we got there, we saw a lot of students confused about the schedule. Well, Ella had a different problem to solve: on how she's going to get a pencil. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take exams and listened to discussions for hours. I tried to listen and understand what they're teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Ella and I should go to Regina's house as we agreed to do yesterday. But since Ella has to go out with her "friends" at other sections, she refused to go with me at Regi's place. I admit I was pretty disappointed and angry because she said to me yesterday that she had cancelled her schedule with her other "friends", then afterwards she'll abandon us to go with them. I was really DISAPPOINTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because of that I had to go to Regi's place without that girl. Well, it's unethical to cancel my trip to Regi's house just because Ella wasn't around so I still went with Regina to her house. She's really kind. She treated me with some delicious fried chicken for lunch while watching Spongebob Squarepants (yay! my fave!). We also watched Death Note after that. It was a nice movie. Then Regina showed me some of her great skills at playing the piano, she even let me play the piano too. Unluckily, noise is what I am making and definetly not music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 3:30 pm when I went home. And as usual, I was really mad because my sister didn't clean the house. Instead, she's using the computer for hours. I did all those chores before I had a chance to use the PC too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3888300837034747021-1962447668640825301?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/1962447668640825301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcat-review-or-first-cat-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/1962447668640825301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/1962447668640825301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcat-review-or-first-cat-class.html' title='UPCAT review or first CAT class?'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SkY60bDE3LI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJYRV8CC8Ac/s72-c/stock_05_by_tyler%40drownedparadise.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-4563295058304203890</id><published>2009-06-23T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:45:57.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A one delusional special day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday is my mom's birthday. Happy birthday mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that I had encountered a lot of difficulties this day, except that I had to skip classes. My mom had to break my beautiful sleep because we had to go to the doctor. I'm having a follow-up check-up that morning. Mom also had to pay the bills so we really need to go early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the hospital, I had to wait hours, I mean HOURS, because I'm at #19 in the line for all the patients of Mr. Potenciano (well, his name goes like that). So to save time my mom decided that while I'm waiting for my turn, she'll go out to pay the bills. I cannot disagree to her even if I don't like the idea because she's right. She went away leaving her phone and little umbrella to me and I had to wait not only for my turn but to my mom as well. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting really bored I played with my mom's cellphone. I opened multiple things. I even tried to play some songs but it would be very disturbing to other patients. So I was curious if the internet connection of my mom's phone was active. After a little experimentation, I manage to open Twitter. I even Tweeted using my mom's phone. But after I get amused by Twitter, I checked her load balance and it went from P17o+ to P93. Afterward my mom caught me using her phone. Good thing she didn't see what I was doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for about 30 minutes until the secretary called us. At last! After all those waiting, finally I am seeing that doctor of mine. He said that I can go to school now. Also he noted that my right eye started to became red too. If this continues, putting eye drop medicine on my right eye must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom went shopping after going to the hospital. She bought few ingredients for the pasta and pancit canton. I saw my friend Ella with my other schoolmates wondering around the mall too. Their classes must be done already. We went straight home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom cooked spaghetti while I'm watching Eat Bulaga. After she made that uber delicious meal, I decided to hand mom my gift to her, a rose candle. I thought she liked it (I hope so). I also didn't miss a chance to munch on her pasta. She head off to sleep while I used the PC for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate pancit canton for dinner. Another meal my mom cooked after her deep sleep. I did all those chores right after dinner. I was so tired and exhausted that I became raging mad. I was having a tantrum even for a little thing. How childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping a nicer day tomorrow, since we're having no classes tomorrow. I'm also glad I have more time to relax too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3888300837034747021-4563295058304203890?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/4563295058304203890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-delusional-special-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/4563295058304203890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/4563295058304203890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-delusional-special-day.html' title='A one delusional special day.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-7843786552138681265</id><published>2009-06-18T15:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:42:43.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>My little vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjnwfKz6_sI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O4JpJaeC8_A/s1600-h/stbanner1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjnwfKz6_sI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O4JpJaeC8_A/s320/stbanner1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348570450747915970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tarting last Sunday, my mom noticed something weird about my eye. So did my friends who came to our house. Later that afternoon, its color changes from white to light red. Even so, I still went to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then on Monday while on school and listing down notes, my eyes began to hurt. It became swollen and tears came out too. Ireesh, my classmate, told me that it might be an eye infection and I needed to consult a doctor right away.  When I went home, my mom suggested that I should skip classes this Tuesday and had a check-up. Since she's my mom, I had to agree with her. (Yes! No classes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clinic, the physician inspected me. He asked several questions about my condition. My mom also told to the doctor that I had a cough and cold several weeks ago. Because of that, they needed to have my blood sample. After a test, the results came and it says that my blood is normal. They said that regarding to my eye problem, I need to see an ophthalmologist, unluckily the ophthalmologist of the clinic wasn't there on that day so they need to refer another from the nearby hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went at the Calamba Doctor's Hospital. It was my first time to go there because we always went to CMC for check-ups. It was big, but their corridors are a bit narrower than CMC's. The ophta there inspected my eye, and according to him I have a sore eye. He perscripted me an eye dropper and he said that I can't go to school for a week since sore eye is communicable. So, it means I'll be absent for days! Yay! But then, on a second thought, it might be bad for my grades if I'll be absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Walter Mart after seeing the ophta. We shopped for a while. My mom bought several foods for the week and some snacks too. After that, we went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quick lunch, then head to watch 1 Liter of Tears (yes, even my mom is addicted to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was awesome. I'm alone for hours, and I did many random things online such as tweaking up my blog site, watching my fave random vids that I can't watch when my sister is at home and a lot more. Same with today. Oh, I darn wish I could extend my little vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss school too, I hope everything is fine when I come back there.&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/3888300837034747021-7843786552138681265?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/7843786552138681265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/7843786552138681265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/7843786552138681265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-vacation.html' title='My little vacation.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjnwfKz6_sI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O4JpJaeC8_A/s72-c/stbanner1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-1616973540962399432</id><published>2009-06-18T06:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:49:05.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPCAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The UPCAT Application form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjlwNpSH_-I/AAAAAAAAACw/tDbDr6MsS1o/s1600-h/wrewr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjlwNpSH_-I/AAAAAAAAACw/tDbDr6MsS1o/s320/wrewr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348429412201660386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y classmate and friend Ella came yesterday from school to report some events happened while I'm gone (I didn't attended classes because I have a sore eye). And she also gave me the UPCAT application form that will needed to be filled-up that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a look at the form. It's exactly what the photocopied practice form looked like. She told me some instructions such as write in all capital letters, the 2x2 inches pictures should be named at the back and there should be no erasures. After all that, Ella went home since she's very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled-up the form after taking dinner. I was really confused at some questions. I even had several erasure. I hope the UP-people would forgive me for that. I don't know what course to pick too. I even wrote Communication Arts instead of Computer Science for UP Los Banos. Now I had to take Communications Arts instead if ever I passed that exam! After all that confusion, I'll take Communication Arts and Biology for UP Los Banos, and Computer Science and Sociology for UP Diliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to sign the form with my permanent signature. I practiced a lot for picking a nice and suitable sign. Luckily, I had a decent one and mom said it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I could pass the exam even though I'm not that serious in studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3888300837034747021-1616973540962399432?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/1616973540962399432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcat-application-form.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/1616973540962399432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/1616973540962399432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcat-application-form.html' title='The UPCAT Application form.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjlwNpSH_-I/AAAAAAAAACw/tDbDr6MsS1o/s72-c/wrewr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-8356165795316340874</id><published>2009-06-14T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:44:52.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Elaine, Joy and Ella.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjShTeRXRxI/AAAAAAAAACY/0jEkplTeYZE/s1600-h/cony.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjShTeRXRxI/AAAAAAAAACY/0jEkplTeYZE/s320/cony.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347076013511100178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjSiajgFUSI/AAAAAAAAACg/AMf_-qKOACg/s1600-h/cony2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjSiajgFUSI/AAAAAAAAACg/AMf_-qKOACg/s320/cony2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347077234685727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjSixh8BR5I/AAAAAAAAACo/nG-8jszesc8/s1600-h/16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjSixh8BR5I/AAAAAAAAACo/nG-8jszesc8/s320/16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347077629403023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen I woke up this 7:00 am, I received a text message that my friends, namely Elaine and Joy, will come at our humble abode for us to make our homework in Economics. I was surprised. Though I really heard Elaine said that she would probably come here today, I don't expect that she really meant it. And she did, so I must hurry and clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to prepare for our lunch. My mom asked me to cook &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinigang&lt;/span&gt; (which was our meal yesterday too. My mom ran out of meal ideas) and to clean some meat. Before my mom head off to sleep, I did those chores and cleaning. And they came before I could take a shower. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came here, and waited till I finished bathing. Then I talked to them while my hair was still uncombed, tangled and soaking wet. How completely embarrassing. We quickly opened the PC, and research for our assignment. It was so damn hard, that we only found 2 answers out of 4 questions. Until we all have headaches, we decided to continue making our unfinished research next week since the deadline for submission was extended and we're going to pass it on June 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those bugging questions, we decided to have a little bit of fun. It's all by looking at our teachers' Friendster profiles. We laughed so hard at what we saw. Especially at Mr. Jimenez (my favorite former Science teacher) that looks like he just recently woke up at his photo. Ella, my dear classmate, also arrived at our house after attending the mass. She also joined the fun by laughing at her pictures on her own Friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all got tired, we decided to eat. They didn't comment on my cooking though. So I don't know if they liked it or the other way arround. But we all enjoyed it by a great conversation. After that, I washed all those dishes by myself while they're watching Spongbob. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all went home after we ate. Elaine is having a rehersal so she needs to return early. It was so fun, I wish they could all come back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3888300837034747021-8356165795316340874?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/8356165795316340874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/elaine-joy-and-ella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/8356165795316340874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/8356165795316340874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/elaine-joy-and-ella.html' title='Elaine, Joy and Ella.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjShTeRXRxI/AAAAAAAAACY/0jEkplTeYZE/s72-c/cony.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-64156660682779489</id><published>2009-06-12T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:44:59.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>TV Review- 1 Liter Of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/LOFT.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 182px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/LOFT.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;arning: Contains SPOILERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a weird review, I'm telling yah. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Jdorama. One of my favorites Japanese shows asides from Hana Kimi and Gokusen. What it differs from the other Japanese shows I'd watch was the intense dramatic impact. Cheesy drama shows bored me to death, but 1 Liter Of Tears captured my heart. It never fails to tear me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine, enough about my opinions. Let's get straight with teh facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/1lot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 141px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/1lot.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 Liter of Tears or simply&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 1 Litre no Namida to Japan was a true-to-life&lt;/span&gt;-story about a girl named Ikeuchi Aya (portrayed by Sawajiri Erika) who's diagnosed with a very peculiar and uncurable desease that changed her life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with her family, she fought with her own body but died at the age of 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One tiny little thing that made the show a bit different to Aya's life was a boy named Haruto Asou. Even though their relationship wasn't ''real'', I still adore it. Better than those cheesy loveteams you can see elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/LOFTcsd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 195px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/LOFTcsd.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of this is when Aya was bidding goodbye to Haruto, and he kneel and cried along with her.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the a screencap of teh winning scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/lof.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 141px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/lof.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love teh effin' sad scene when Aya returned the gift Haruto gave to her along with a ''love letter'' saying that they cannot see each other again forever. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show, luckily I have my DVD copy of it. I can simply watch it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner attack for the last time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/1lot2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 141px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/1lot2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3888300837034747021-64156660682779489?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/64156660682779489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/tv-review-1-liter-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/64156660682779489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/64156660682779489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/tv-review-1-liter-of-tears.html' title='TV Review- 1 Liter Of Tears'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o19/tigGer_47/NEW/th_LOFT.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-6140068699568660789</id><published>2009-06-11T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:45:06.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First week of formal school days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjEcw8FSTKI/AAAAAAAAABg/IhvZsWVZOs8/s1600-h/kristen_s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjEcw8FSTKI/AAAAAAAAABg/IhvZsWVZOs8/s320/kristen_s.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085859753086114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es, even if I can't admit it... school is here. And it is here again to make my living much ruined than ever. Srsly, I don't hate school that much. But the school works and responsibilities are disturbing me. Lazy, isn't it? But, hey, I still enjoy school. Let me narrate my first-week-of-school-experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, Monday. Flag ceremony is a must. We met some of the teachers we're going to be with for over 200+ days. Mrs. Malabanan, our formerly Geometry teacher (very strict) will be our Class Adviser. And we're having Advanced Algebra, Physics and Trigonometry as the first three subjects for our schedule. Oh noez, it iz teh math attack! Anyhow, we'll have new teachers as well such as Mr. Mercado for Economics (gay, I suppose) and Ms. Florian for World Literature. Mr. Salandanan would be handling our Trigonometry-slash-Calculus. Mr. Salandanan's joke times FTW! It wasn't bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are loading us with homework. I guess that's their style of torturing a student. But as they say, it'll be easier months later on. What makes me interested are those weekly journals by Mrs. Malabanan and Mr. Salandanan (wow, it rhymes! o__O). And Mr. Mercado is giving us quizzes everyday. WTFH?!? But later on, his voice will taken by a horrible creature. LMAO! LOL. And the daily quizz-spell would be broken FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, English classes went from boring to boring-er. Ms. Florian bores us with her discussion. But luckily, Mr. Canicosa (MAPEH teacher) entertained us by a game we played at P.E. class this tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section Sapphire was a great mix of people too. Some are bullies, being bullied, jokers, bad-asses, good-asses and geeks. Where do I stand in?  The commoners, along with my friend Ella. Hahaha. I sterotyped our class for teh fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things get better with school. I'm looking forward to: Feild Trip, J.S. Prom, Acuiantance Party, Classroom and SBO elections, Christmas Party and vacations.&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/3888300837034747021-6140068699568660789?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/6140068699568660789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-week-of-formal-school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/6140068699568660789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/6140068699568660789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-week-of-formal-school-days.html' title='First week of formal school days.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjEcw8FSTKI/AAAAAAAAABg/IhvZsWVZOs8/s72-c/kristen_s.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888300837034747021.post-5838405102778446773</id><published>2009-06-10T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:44:32.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I have a blog, finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjELY7NuzEI/AAAAAAAAABY/1aR0GfzEzQ8/s1600-h/love+%2820%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjELY7NuzEI/AAAAAAAAABY/1aR0GfzEzQ8/s320/love+%2820%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346066755505540162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o I, Ashley, has a new blog account. And I'm still tweaking things up on my site. I'm getting confused too, and I'm having a hard time to use it. I can't officially blog in about some random things in my life right now (except for this one, of course) because I'm busy with school. Maybe at weekends would be great. Don't forget to tag me too.&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/3888300837034747021-5838405102778446773?l=thisiscrazers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/feeds/5838405102778446773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-blog-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/5838405102778446773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888300837034747021/posts/default/5838405102778446773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiscrazers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-blog-finally.html' title='I have a blog, finally.'/><author><name>crazy-cool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710645089810472862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/Si0dy0hqKkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MMUQdsVPhi8/S220/bannerpuppies.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psVlYjA6wsU/SjELY7NuzEI/AAAAAAAAABY/1aR0GfzEzQ8/s72-c/love+%2820%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
