<?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-4785319781414996958</id><updated>2011-08-03T10:26:05.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Automatic Petals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2967064908916422771</id><published>2009-11-27T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:54:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Disabled the Comment Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 68.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259332185391"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Automatic Petals&lt;span id="goog_1259332185392"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; came from a &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2984034/1/Automatic_Petals"&gt;fanfic&lt;/a&gt; of the same title. The writing was okay, but the plot really lacked something. I wasn't satisfied to most parts, though I absolutely loved how &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/723564/rizenmad"&gt;rizenmad&lt;/a&gt; ended the fic. This was my review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The summary made me curious. And srsly, the summary is beautiful. But the fic... I think it lacks something. This could've been more beautiful (so that means this is already kinda beautiful :D). That's all I know. But anyway, this was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And this was the author's reply (took me a long time to find this on my mail):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thanks for reviewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you, I think the fic lacks enough things to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too lazy to fix it. But thank you for being one of the few brave and&lt;br /&gt;knowing enough to point it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizenmad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I loved how the author used Automatic Petals for the title, and not the same, old Falling Petals. I remember that every chapter, a petal would fall with a "he loves me" or "he loves me not". I love the poetry, too. I haven't said yet that this was a shounen-ai, right? If that's the case, yes, the fic's a Tezuka x Fuji fanfic. There were a total of 8 chapters, but there were only 7 petals because the one was petal 5 and a half, which was really not part of the story but just a happy entertainment. But I think that's clever, naming it Petal Five and a Half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's how the author wrote the start every chapter, the poetry of each chapter, and how the author described the falling petal of each chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even while I’m dying, I still want to hold your hand,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don’t care if I die, if it means you will remember me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’d forget the world just to remember you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I adore you so, but why won’t you see?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re so ignorant to my affections,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I wonder if you are even caring?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I sit here on the on the steps,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Counting the petals and wondering,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic flower,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petal One: &lt;/b&gt;He Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;// &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single white petal drifted by the window, carried away just as quickly by the rain. And instantly, once again, the sky resumed its rhythmic patter. Raindrops fell, pitter-pattering; intermixing on the soaked, frozen earth. And between them, a pale pallid petal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic petals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal one, he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do I need to do,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To become known to you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I really that invisible?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me why you’re so unreachable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I try so hard to be perfect,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simply because I feel you’re worth it,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But no matter how much I try,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don’t see me, so I cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic flower,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petal Two: &lt;/b&gt;He Loves Me Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light pink petal floated past Inui, landing on his notebook, settling exactly beside the word &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;. Then, it was shook off, gliding silently to the ground. Inui stepped past it carelessly. The petal sat there, soaking in everything going on around it. Silent, observing, predatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal two, he loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whenever I approach your way,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All you do is walk away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is the situation really hopeless?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I doomed forever loveless?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two petals down, and now I wonder,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you found somebody better?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me, because I’m still counting,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Counting petals, and right here waiting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic flower,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petal Three: &lt;/b&gt;He Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the nightstand, a light yellow petal fell down, matching precisely with the dark auburn hue of the desk. The petal laid there, a piece of vivid colour that cut off the swirling patterns of deep chocolate on light brown. Fresh, lively, and whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal three, he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you so, but I keep it secret,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is that something my heart will regret?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll pick you up whenever you fall down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll be there whenever you turn around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Earning for your attention,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I keep trying to be top,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But slowly my heart is breaking,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something I cannot easily stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic flower,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petal Four: &lt;/b&gt;He Loves Me Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not stop.&lt;br /&gt;Not even when he stepped on a soft cobalt petal. And there it lay, where his foot had been not seconds ago. Stuck on earth. Crushed, and torn by the pressure of his feet. The edges of the petal twitched feebly as wind caressed its figure. Broken. Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal four, he loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything returns to it’s own perfection,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But all that leaves me empty still,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because when I saw your shocked reaction,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess you didn’t love me, and never will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I suppose now it’s time to accept,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That you never thought of us that way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I really would, only except,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My love for you won’t fade away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic flower,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petal Five: &lt;/b&gt;He Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A petal floated off a tree. Scarlet red, outlined a fuzzy yellow in the setting sun. It flew, swirling past buildings, dancing past the people hurrying to get home. And then, finally, landing in a small pond. The ducks glanced at it, but paid no notice. The petal was dark red. Red, for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal five, he loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 6.&lt;/b&gt; Petal Five and a Half, not including this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 7.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;You talk of him almost everyday,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Him, him, him, that’s all you’d say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always him, but never me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is he really all you see?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m right behind you, if you’d turn around,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you never do, dare I make a sound?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So all that’s left for me to do,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is sinking in me till I can’t break through.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic flower,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petal Six: &lt;/b&gt;He Loves Me Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dandelion lay on the road, over run by a car. The petals were crushed, tainted. A single gold petal lay apart from the rest, edges torn into pitiful splinters. The storm assaulted it again and again, and soon, it was buried in the mud, unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal six, he loves me. not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;All my shattered dreams,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laid out in the rain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crush out all my screams,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nevermind the pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pick up all the petals,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pick up what remain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heart, broken. Hope, stolen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come fix me again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic flower,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petal Seven: &lt;/b&gt;He Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above them, the gold petal of the dandelion circled in the wind. A piece of hope in the dark night. Stars winked at it, seemly in laughter. Their mystic light watching ever the two lying below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal six, he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;And here's my favorite part, also the ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One petal. Two petals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me, he loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuji smiled. Pale fingers brushed a soft petal lovingly. He reached up and pulled the other until Tezuka was crouching beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a game. To tell you whether the person you love feels the same way.” The blue-eyed boy clarified. Tezuka looked at the flower skeptically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like this,” Fuji began pulling off the petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He loves me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He purred at Tezuka seductively. A gold petal dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He loves me not…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second petal pursued the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He loves me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tezuka kissed his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He loves me not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuji turned and captured Tezuka’s mouth in a tender kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He loves me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their voices were muffled. Another petal danced though the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He loves me not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tezuka broke the kiss, coming up for air. Fuji returned his concentration to the final petal. A draft of wind ruffled the single piece of colour. He brought the flower toward his face. Ample cherry-shaded lips curled into a captivating smile. The honey-haired boy nimbly tugged the petal of with his lips, eyes shining in amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…He loves me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tezuka pulled him back into a warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He does, you know.” He murmured into the other’s ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuji leaned back, closing his eyes happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was so sweet that I melted right then. *A* I'm going to miss the name of this blog. *sob* &lt;s&gt;Leaves before having the thought of not leaving.&lt;/s&gt; I still don't have a name for my new blog, but the layout's ready. This is hard, I don't know... I want to leave and not leave. I still have the chatbox if you want to say something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2967064908916422771?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2967064908916422771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2967064908916422771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2967064908916422771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2967064908916422771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-disabled-comment-feature.html' title='I Have Disabled the Comment Feature'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1398876541467610097</id><published>2009-11-21T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:13:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;67.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwfwZO1AwFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ko133-5xeak/s1600/Image0196+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwfwZO1AwFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ko133-5xeak/s400/Image0196+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwfweMJFsfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cqRQv79XDzw/s1600/Image0210+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwfweMJFsfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cqRQv79XDzw/s400/Image0210+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwfwkRBK22I/AAAAAAAAAP4/laUXcyy1VTk/s1600/Image0204+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwfwkRBK22I/AAAAAAAAAP4/laUXcyy1VTk/s400/Image0204+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one sentence that is (not in pic order): Bianca and I watched New Moon today (should I say we watched it twice?) and saw this young man wearing a Seigaku shirt when we got out of the movie house (and yes, that's his girlfriend &lt;s&gt;how sad&lt;/s&gt;). On another note, we followed this young man more or less 10 meters since the pictures I took were blurry (they're walking and it's hard!), but Bianca managed to shot a good one (and yes, Bianca took that pic up there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And New Moon was SO cliffhanger, by the way. Entry title were Edward's (and the film's) last words. Better than Twilight, I might add. And if you think I'm being biased since I'm sort of into the books, New Moon is my least favorite book and I'm saying now that the movie!New Moon is better than movie!Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my CS assignment that is to be passed before Monday and I haven't even started yet - even #include. Alriiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all about today. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1398876541467610097?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1398876541467610097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1398876541467610097' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1398876541467610097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1398876541467610097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/marry-me.html' title='Marry Me'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwfwZO1AwFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ko133-5xeak/s72-c/Image0196+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-7684388423944652486</id><published>2009-11-19T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:43:52.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Do Arcades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;66.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to SM after our CS class, thus, this picture-filled post. It's already 12 plus am and I no more don't know how to produce a coherent sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQdrD31L0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Tpy0BVMeFvg/s1600/Image0150+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQdrD31L0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Tpy0BVMeFvg/s200/Image0150+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQdzpXZojI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wsRBSqA9uw8/s1600/Image0151+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQdzpXZojI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wsRBSqA9uw8/s200/Image0151+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ate at Pizza Hut. They should've added the tax and the service crap with the meal "in advance" rather than separating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQfE0Q1rQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sym905CTYbc/s1600/Image0153+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQfE0Q1rQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sym905CTYbc/s320/Image0153+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bump cars. Was with Chinee. Sat on the 'passenger' while she 'drove'. I don't do arcades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQfURQtHTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OwVFdICOQbg/s1600/Image0157+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQfURQtHTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OwVFdICOQbg/s320/Image0157+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This machine never vomited tickets for us. Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQfmb6WQSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7h0NexXzxS8/s1600/Image0162+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQfmb6WQSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7h0NexXzxS8/s320/Image0162+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This machine didn't give us even one stuffed toy, either. We tried more than five times. Or they... I gave my token to Chinee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQgL9Vpz2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/84kI8IsxLcY/s1600/Image0169+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQgL9Vpz2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/84kI8IsxLcY/s320/Image0169+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The gang minus me. I just took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQhcidFeVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-XQCUFopEbE/s1600/Image0176+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQhcidFeVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-XQCUFopEbE/s320/Image0176+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ghy and Iah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQhms49J8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/X7VY6Z0lUmI/s1600/Image0180+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQhms49J8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/X7VY6Z0lUmI/s320/Image0180+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Very very very very cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQiCzNvHKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/O2r-fU95OeU/s1600/Image0183+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQiCzNvHKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/O2r-fU95OeU/s320/Image0183+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got home and broke a glass. This is why I don't do arcades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;New blog is sooner than you expect. Praise the gods for having 9:15 class tomorrow.&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/4785319781414996958-7684388423944652486?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/7684388423944652486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=7684388423944652486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7684388423944652486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7684388423944652486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-do-arcades.html' title='I Don&apos;t Do Arcades'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SwQdrD31L0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Tpy0BVMeFvg/s72-c/Image0150+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4174936601944662040</id><published>2009-11-15T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:41:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 65.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm running this coming 2010 Elections. /shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a new URL for a blog. Something more personal... I don't know. Address recc, anyone? I'll still be here on Blogger, I think. Hmm, I'm thinking of going back to Ate Kai's&lt;a href="http://twistedrumbeats.com/"&gt; twistedrumbeats&lt;/a&gt;, but it's hosted by WordPress, so... I don't know. I'll be transferring the posts here to the other blog, though I don't know if that's what the import/export thing do. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just simply change the URL. I already found two layouts and I'm still searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not busy, read this: &lt;a href="http://bokardo.com/archives/the-blog-is-the-new-resume/"&gt;The Blog is the New Resume&lt;/a&gt;. Got that from my sister's tweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-4174936601944662040?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4174936601944662040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4174936601944662040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4174936601944662040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4174936601944662040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/2010-plans.html' title='2010 Plans'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2009747722631354753</id><published>2009-11-14T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:48:39.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking-Underage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 64.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sv4J9MDHGXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bMtpuyE6c20/s1600-h/thinkingunderage.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sv4J9MDHGXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bMtpuyE6c20/s400/thinkingunderage.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super bored yesterday and I wanted to do codes. And since I'm contented &lt;s&gt;for now&lt;/s&gt; with my current layout, I just decided to log in on my past Blogger account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'officially' bade goodbye. Hahaha. I remember my posts there were quite angsty. Anyway, as for the poem, I tried to give it a ToV-effect, something that's raw and sexy, but I wrote that on-the-spot, and I think it's quite okay. The image used is by &lt;a href="http://panthera-ja.deviantart.com/"&gt;panthera-ja&lt;/a&gt;. It's also my current phone screen saver. The 'layout' I did with HTML. =)) &lt;a href="http://thinking-underage.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINK.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2009747722631354753?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2009747722631354753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2009747722631354753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2009747722631354753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2009747722631354753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking-underage.html' title='Thinking-Underage'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sv4J9MDHGXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bMtpuyE6c20/s72-c/thinkingunderage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3608424323623455023</id><published>2009-11-12T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:38:28.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAMberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 63.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me once that she doesn't like (or maybe much more lighter than 'doesn't like') people who do blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SvwOQBtFvAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LPTEmdE2fbQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SvwOQBtFvAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LPTEmdE2fbQ/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably "doesn't like" me, too. She doesn't know I blog. At least I think she doesn't know. My sister is a good stalker. She's a self-proclaimed investigator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3608424323623455023?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3608424323623455023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3608424323623455023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3608424323623455023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3608424323623455023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/spamberry.html' title='SPAMberry'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SvwOQBtFvAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LPTEmdE2fbQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-6144151726149234041</id><published>2009-11-11T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:37:28.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always A First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 62.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for double posting, but I got my very first viagra comment-ad on my previous post. &lt;s&gt;Just because I watched the trailer of Eternal Summer and downloading it now (and watching other yaoi movie trailers) and joining a yaoi forum doesn't mean I deserve this comment-advertisement.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SvrJccqpB9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/t7NZkp8QtMM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SvrJccqpB9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/t7NZkp8QtMM/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I received these comment-ads way back when I was still blogging on Wordpress, but this is absolutely my first time here in Blogger. I just deleted it, okay. So who are these people spreading &lt;s&gt;their love for&lt;/s&gt; these ads, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-6144151726149234041?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/6144151726149234041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=6144151726149234041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6144151726149234041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6144151726149234041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-always-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s Always A First Time For Everything'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SvrJccqpB9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/t7NZkp8QtMM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2045285796655493542</id><published>2009-11-11T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:37:02.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking The Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 61.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Svp1P5o2rcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5ZULMGlaYso/s1600-h/Image0145+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Svp1P5o2rcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5ZULMGlaYso/s400/Image0145+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me these books, please. And The Time Traveler's Wife, too. I've been wanting to have that since forever.&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/4785319781414996958-2045285796655493542?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2045285796655493542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2045285796655493542' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2045285796655493542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2045285796655493542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking-status.html' title='Breaking The Status'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Svp1P5o2rcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5ZULMGlaYso/s72-c/Image0145+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-7940143568942841670</id><published>2009-11-03T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:05:05.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Paints A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentence or two per picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_AwOpBidI/AAAAAAAAAMA/V1ZKzIRULZU/s1600-h/7128_1152461618228_1428273540_30461211_4409064_n+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_AwOpBidI/AAAAAAAAAMA/V1ZKzIRULZU/s200/7128_1152461618228_1428273540_30461211_4409064_n+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_AzFUh_VI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z7cd7BcwPxI/s1600-h/Image0083+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_AzFUh_VI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z7cd7BcwPxI/s200/Image0083+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(c) Chinee&lt;/span&gt; Lemme just say that we were tempted to try the Cherry Stem Theory. ;) &lt;b&gt;Right:&lt;/b&gt; That's coffee plus milo plus a bit of sugar. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_CVdDC1LI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9ekM15dow6U/s1600-h/Image0110+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_CVdDC1LI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9ekM15dow6U/s200/Image0110+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_CYRMSpqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/A1ObHMzBTG0/s1600-h/110+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_CYRMSpqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/A1ObHMzBTG0/s200/110+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left: &lt;/b&gt;I woke up really late. There were no more food so I fried an egg; result: fail. &lt;b&gt;Right:&lt;/b&gt; I already learned my lesson so I didn't use a normal pan for frying, I used a non-stick pan instead. Turned out better than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_EPUZAC4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mPKNc7CHFGw/s1600-h/112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_EPUZAC4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mPKNc7CHFGw/s200/112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_FlNX3cJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/38aLM3SXkwY/s1600-h/Image0086+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_FlNX3cJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/38aLM3SXkwY/s200/Image0086+copy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left:&lt;/b&gt; Threw brother's toy &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I got irritated because his things were EVERYHWERE)&lt;/span&gt;, I said sorry, he kicked me. &lt;b&gt;Right:&lt;/b&gt; Enrollment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_FwSuUhcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpelavQ-5Tg/s1600-h/Image0075+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_FwSuUhcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpelavQ-5Tg/s200/Image0075+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_F1lf5y4I/AAAAAAAAANA/5y3C_KOkuzY/s1600-h/Image0094+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_F1lf5y4I/AAAAAAAAANA/5y3C_KOkuzY/s200/Image0094+copy.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left: &lt;/b&gt;Borrowed my sister's baller. &lt;b&gt;Right:&lt;/b&gt; I took a picture of Mr. Violin Stranger because... well... he's holding a violin case. And who brings a violin during enrollment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_GfY23s-I/AAAAAAAAANI/Nl_h9Z8VW1s/s1600-h/Image0053+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_GfY23s-I/AAAAAAAAANI/Nl_h9Z8VW1s/s200/Image0053+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_GlJYUDTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/c16k1ZsD7xY/s1600-h/Image0097+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_GlJYUDTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/c16k1ZsD7xY/s200/Image0097+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_GpfC6DaI/AAAAAAAAANY/zgpNGdB2SU8/s1600-h/Image0052+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_GpfC6DaI/AAAAAAAAANY/zgpNGdB2SU8/s200/Image0052+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;Sister and ice cream.&lt;b&gt; 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Do I need to explain?&lt;b&gt; 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;Ice cream and I. Ice cream = Php19 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_TXNqI8RI/AAAAAAAAANg/LxOmmPo9ifk/s1600-h/Image0046+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_TXNqI8RI/AAAAAAAAANg/LxOmmPo9ifk/s200/Image0046+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_Tc13fFpI/AAAAAAAAANo/vRF2AiLuhzs/s1600-h/Image0113+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_Tc13fFpI/AAAAAAAAANo/vRF2AiLuhzs/s200/Image0113+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both:&lt;/b&gt; Ate told Miko to pretend having to carry a heavy basket. Lol XD I took pictures while ate video-d Miko being all crazy. Haha. Funnn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_UW4oQ9QI/AAAAAAAAANw/WLofjHJDEY0/s1600-h/Image0114+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_UW4oQ9QI/AAAAAAAAANw/WLofjHJDEY0/s200/Image0114+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_UdOUx3KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/19jGeCxs75s/s1600-h/Image0115+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_UdOUx3KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/19jGeCxs75s/s200/Image0115+copy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOW RIGHT. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-7940143568942841670?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/7940143568942841670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=7940143568942841670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7940143568942841670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7940143568942841670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture Paints A Thousand Words'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Su_AwOpBidI/AAAAAAAAAMA/V1ZKzIRULZU/s72-c/7128_1152461618228_1428273540_30461211_4409064_n+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-241632182663047188</id><published>2009-10-31T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:50:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's 'Fiction', and There's the 'Fic'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 59.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Choosing words seems a lot like picking the right crayon out of the box: instinct and mood make you grab a certain color. Poetry is like an impressionist approach to drawing, or even abstract expressionist, while prose is more representational. &lt;br /&gt;- In.a.blue.bathrobe; &lt;a href="http://discerningficster.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-interviews-blue-lady.html"&gt;TLYDF Author interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am now following &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://discerningficster.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Lazy, Yet Discerning Ficster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; starting now. And it's the first blog that I'm following publicly. So yeah. The entry title I got from one of their shirts: &lt;i&gt;There's 'fiction', and there's the 'fic'. Just like there's 'diction', and there's... Well... you get it.&lt;/i&gt; I seriously LOL-ed when I read that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/%7Einabluebathrobe"&gt;In.a.blue.bathrobe&lt;/a&gt; is one of the awesomest author. EVER. Her writing style is great. Not something you get to read everyday. Really. Anyway, her story, &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4901517/1/Tropic_of_Virgo"&gt;Tropic of Virgo&lt;/a&gt; (ToV), is really an amazing story &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(there's even a ToV trailer on YouTube! Haha. XD)&lt;/span&gt;. There's music and poetry and secret emails and school and online friends and and Spark and Pretty Boy and love and sex. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I'm hoping by any means not to offend you.)&lt;/span&gt; orz Wow. That's why when I visited her FF.net page last night, my eyes went very big with her profile picture, which led me to PM her. And an hour or so later, she replied and that made my day... or night, yeah. Bottom line is I love her to pieces. *A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very good night. Now I have so many fics to read before class starts. Might as well start reading right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-241632182663047188?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/241632182663047188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=241632182663047188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/241632182663047188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/241632182663047188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-fiction-and-theres-fic.html' title='There&apos;s &apos;Fiction&apos;, and There&apos;s the &apos;Fic&apos;'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4953312028935774759</id><published>2009-10-29T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:05:27.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 58.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just actually read fanfics these days to kill boredom because obviously, I have no money to buy a book or to raid anime stalls to buy series that have been recc-ed, and my mobile reader is doing a sort of okay job. I got tired searching stories on Fanfiction.net because there weren't any new stories that caught my interest, so I visited FictionPress.com and found a complete multi-chaptered story about a mute girl &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this explains the title of this post)&lt;/span&gt;. Long story short, it wasn't that bad. I liked the simplicity of the story. The plot was unique in it's own way but the writing could be a little better. And surprise, it was only Rated T! I got... bored... reading M. XD The last AN said that the author already had the sequel, and I checked it out a while ago and this is what Chrome and Firefox gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sumf7i8munI/AAAAAAAAALw/Pd5brjgDfNM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sumf7i8munI/AAAAAAAAALw/Pd5brjgDfNM/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SumgCh4KajI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0fh7cw97uGc/s1600-h/untitled01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SumgCh4KajI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0fh7cw97uGc/s400/untitled01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. Does yours look something like that, too? X( Ugh. I guess I'm back on Fanfiction.Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand I swear I'm having a hard time net-ing. Sister always borrows the pc's net connection and would plug it on her laptop instead, saying she'd just borrow it for a while. Instances like NOW. Let's see the time span of the image time and publish time of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-4953312028935774759?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4953312028935774759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4953312028935774759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4953312028935774759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4953312028935774759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/mute.html' title='Mute'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sumf7i8munI/AAAAAAAAALw/Pd5brjgDfNM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-7318289144192550512</id><published>2009-10-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:04:49.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsieur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 57.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art below is nice, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/051/2/e/Salt_Skies_by_discursivedino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/051/2/e/Salt_Skies_by_discursivedino.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;cap&gt;(c)~discursivedino&lt;/cap&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So as I was saying on my previous post, we were to attend the baptism of a neighbor-friend's baby boy. And that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite late in the "before mass" (christening happens after the last afternoon Sunday mass), so we waited outside the church because the seats were taken and there were also many people on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, just when people started to go outside the church, we went inside to find our neigbor. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this young man's back. A boy's back. Young man's back, boy's back, guy's back, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his back and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Awesome Glasses was sitting on the second to the last row. And because there were still many people on the front, parents decided to sit for a while. And we sat two rows ahead from his seat. And I glanced at him before I sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sat there awesomely because he had his effing glasses on. And there was no one beside him. There were few but I think they're not related because the distance was not relative-esque kind of distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama found our neighbor-friend on the front row so we transferred seats (sadly for me T_T). I was the last to stand because I wanted to take a picture of him. And I looked at him again, with my phone's camera facing him (not in the obvious way, of course. I was also holding our gift which was sort-of a big box). So as I was looking at him, he was also looking at me. Or probably the box because it was wrapped in blue with white ribbons. But I thought we had an eye-contact, though I was probably just hallucinating and he was looking at the altar instead of me... or the box. Whatever. I looked at the picture. And I super fail big time because it's so, so blurry I couldn't even pinpoint if Mr. Awesome Glasses was in the picture. It looked like I took a blurry picture of the walls. But I still didn't erase the picture. And I probably won't erase it. So anyway, I was thinking he was attending the "now-mass", or maybe he also was invited to someone's child's christening, or he was just waiting for the people to leave so that he could leave without bumping into someone. And I think it's the latter because when I glanced at the back where he was previously sitting, he was already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe he was to meet someone at the mall. But still, I couldn't stop smiling (and I swear I felt like a fool at the venue), knowing that it's sembreak and I was thinking that I wouldn't see him, in flesh, on the span of two weeks. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-7318289144192550512?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/7318289144192550512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=7318289144192550512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7318289144192550512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7318289144192550512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/monsieur.html' title='Monsieur'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-6696459605483495243</id><published>2009-10-24T08:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:00:39.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days and A Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 56.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, October 21.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still didn't have keyboard so I still used the on-screen keyboard to comment on blogs that I follow, et cetera. And I found this really beautiful guy on deviantArt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SuFEHpq4LPI/AAAAAAAAALg/mzVTezlsuAk/s1600-h/For_muSUB_by_DragonCraZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SuFEHpq4LPI/AAAAAAAAALg/mzVTezlsuAk/s400/For_muSUB_by_DragonCraZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama must probably had enough so she made me stop using the computer because I kept on whining about buying new keyboard. I got frustrated. For a while. By late afternoon, I went to airport to fetch sister with Mama and Auntie. And we were able to go inside the airport because we have connections, lol XD So we waited inside for my sister. We were looking for her at the luggage carousel when she texted me where were we. I replied we were inside. Turned out to be she was already outside the airport. Haha. She didn't have any luggage with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SuFFWgWCt4I/AAAAAAAAALo/nZI-uJ66-O4/s1600-h/Image0048+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SuFFWgWCt4I/AAAAAAAAALo/nZI-uJ66-O4/s400/Image0048+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with white shirt above kept on talking to this American dude (who sat beside me) about hotels and inns and whatever. She was stopped when the American dude said he already have a house. And he's been living there for 11 years. The girl bade goodbye and said thanks. So anyway, by night, parents were too tired, so they decided to just have a dinner outside to celebrate Mama's birthday than go to a mall (thus, no new keyboard). But I ate a lot of ice cream. Yummm. When we were home, ate and I were inside the room and we watched Spirited Away. After 10 minutes, she said I should watch So You Think You Can Dance, so we stopped watching Spirited Away and we watched few episodes of it (which were really cool, Janine was... wow *A*). Then after that, we watched a couple of episode of The Big Bang Theory, and ohmygosh, are there really people like them in real life? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, October 22.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our set-up since I got tired of using the on-screen keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SuFDIdxLYpI/AAAAAAAAALY/9HIzHaytD3M/s1600-h/Image0058+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SuFDIdxLYpI/AAAAAAAAALY/9HIzHaytD3M/s400/Image0058+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko and I played a lot of games. Mostly dress-ups because I have fun screwing the clothes. XD I dressed the girl and Miko dressed the guy. Haha. I FarmVille-d again. ;) Lunch time, the family minus Miko went to mall to buy... stuff. :) We bought gifts since we're attending a baptism this Sunday. We bought clothes and Papa bought another The Beatles CD for his collection. They also bought my sister a phone. So when we were inside the Nokia store, I dragged Papa outside to buy me keyboard. Inside the Computer[I forgot] store, I looked for a good keyboard and Papa gave me a bill and left me. When I already had the &lt;s&gt;almighty&lt;/s&gt; keyboard on my hands, I went back to the Nokia store. Papa asked me where was the change and guess what? I forgot to take my change. &amp;gt;__&amp;gt; They all threw me glances that weren't really pretty. So I went back to the Computer Store and found the Php 200 bill just sitting there on the glass counter. I knew the attending lady knew that I left my change so why didn't she call me when I was first leaving the store? I promised myself not to go back there when I need computer parts. And ohhh, since I already have a PDF viewer (not really PDF since it's actually TXT, lol XD) I searched for a good story at FF.Net, transferred it on my phone, and read until my phone got empty battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, October 23.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning... was... wow. We watched The Love of Siam ANDHOLYMOTHEROFEFFINGGOODNESS... it was really, really, really good. *A* THEY KISSED ONCE (I got depressed because they just kissed once, dammit!) AND SHIT, I SAW SPARKS! Picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh99/steluvnk/TheLoveOfSiamKiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh99/steluvnk/TheLoveOfSiamKiss.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Mew's character (boy with green-white shirt above) because he looked like my past crush in some angles. And he knew how to play the piano in this movie and he had a very good voice. Tong (the other boy on the right) was good, too. He said, I CAN'T BE WITH YOU AS YOUR BOYFRIEND, BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LOVE YOU on the last part and swoon swoon swoon swoon flails. I'm browsing pictures of them because they're so cute and pretty and cool and handsome. And what is this The Love of Siam 2 I am hearing/reading that is to be shown this November/December? Yay. I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-6696459605483495243?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/6696459605483495243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=6696459605483495243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6696459605483495243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6696459605483495243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-days-and-half.html' title='Two Days and A Half'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SuFEHpq4LPI/AAAAAAAAALg/mzVTezlsuAk/s72-c/For_muSUB_by_DragonCraZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-6754605197241579879</id><published>2009-10-20T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:12:25.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Keyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 55.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/St02iXgqAVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eBVYsDfOVAw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/St02iXgqAVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eBVYsDfOVAw/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew having non-functioning-keyboard causes you so much hassle. Our stupid keyboard isn't functioning and any moment now I'll be tempted to break it to many, many pieces. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama said I should just stop using the pc if I'm whining over it, but I'm really bored and I don't have any other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH GEE &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;/slamslamslam&lt;/span&gt; I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS REALLY MADDENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh. I was actually planning this morning to type the titles of my printed fanfic collection but now that's just way too impossible to do. Does on-screen kb work in Google Chrome? Because mine doesn't. Oh well. Life sucks. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS: Appreciate this post. Took me quite a awhile. // Sister will be home tomorrow and it's Mama's birthday. And a new keyboard will be lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-6754605197241579879?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/6754605197241579879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=6754605197241579879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6754605197241579879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6754605197241579879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-keyboard.html' title='Epic Keyboard'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/St02iXgqAVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eBVYsDfOVAw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5337452400213589716</id><published>2009-10-19T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:43:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love-War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 54.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i732.photobucket.com/albums/ww324/julieb124/Fandom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i732.photobucket.com/albums/ww324/julieb124/Fandom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it possible to just love YOUR fandom and NOT MIND other fandom that doesn't catch your interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That people will really get hurt if someone attacks his/her fandom. I saw Friend's profile yesterday and Friend doesn't like my fandom. Friend posted a couple of things against this fandom and I got hurt. So because I got hurt, I immediately erased the anti-[insertfandomhere] on my profile because I know my friend loves it. I may have hurt my friend, too. I feel awful. So now, instead of bashing fandoms, I'd rather give attention to those fandoms that I love and leave other fandoms alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the key here is respect. If people respect each other's fandoms, it wouldn't result to fandom wars. So people, if we want our fandoms to be respected, let us respect theirs, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5337452400213589716?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5337452400213589716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5337452400213589716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5337452400213589716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5337452400213589716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-war.html' title='Love-War'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4104990811823119423</id><published>2009-10-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:45:28.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 53.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me the whole day to customize. I blame my epic phail self for always clicking the small &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; button of the tab, thus, making me repeat (and repeat and repeat) the whole tweaking-codes thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this new skin, clean and simple. I simply got tired of the all-navigational layout so I looked for semi-navigational one. IE messes the font size. Don't try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-4104990811823119423?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4104990811823119423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4104990811823119423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4104990811823119423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4104990811823119423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-323519068662490013</id><published>2009-10-17T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:05:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 52.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over. First sem bye. Hello new cellphone. Celebrate it's sembrake. Added new songs. Math Math Math. Pass or fail? I am nervous. Forget it temporarily. Enjoy the sembreak. Accept my invitation. Please please please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-323519068662490013?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/323519068662490013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=323519068662490013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/323519068662490013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/323519068662490013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/threesome.html' title='Threesome'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3867107409560246987</id><published>2009-10-09T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:37:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 51.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe this is hell. I don't care. I'll take it. -Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Was my quote correct? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while my friends are at Van's house, having a sleepover to study for our CS exam today, I'm alone studying here. I wasn't able to go online last night - thus, I wasn't able to greet Noriane, HS best buddy - since I just kept on reading and studying and understanding the book, from Chapter 1 to Chapter 6. And believe me, it was a whole lot of &lt;s&gt;jumbled&lt;/s&gt; words and codes and numbers and terms! Roughly 380+ pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a bad sleep since I wake up to read and sleep and wake up again and sleep and wake up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're chatting now, and look at their comforters and pillows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Ss5bTlynxWI/AAAAAAAAALA/3g1T5Bw7cng/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Ss5bTlynxWI/AAAAAAAAALA/3g1T5Bw7cng/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/envious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will take a bath now. Good morning, everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3867107409560246987?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3867107409560246987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3867107409560246987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3867107409560246987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3867107409560246987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Ss5bTlynxWI/AAAAAAAAALA/3g1T5Bw7cng/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-8948357024745143315</id><published>2009-10-07T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:47:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm going to discuss matters of the heart and it's up to you to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my classmates and I sat on the benches (just across the 5th floor's CR) while we were waiting for our English class this late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes passed. Hours, probably. Students passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. OH. MY. GOD. My world stopped spinning for seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The epitome of my Dream Man&lt;/s&gt; A very [insert adjective here that's equivalent to awesome plus handsome plus beautiful plus cool] boy stood there across me. He's neat and HE WEARS EFFING GLASSES! *jawdrop* He was with his friends and he was wearing a blue long sleeves shirt. Chinee commented that he was too formal &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Wednesday is our washday)&lt;/span&gt;, but I was dazzled, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just... looking at him. And he has a wow-factor. And I was really just looking at him. *A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl borrowed his phone &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I think the girl was just a friend, but I seriously think he already have a girlfriend)&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp; blahblahblah. He drank water on the water fountain and he still looked cool and awesome and beautiful. *A* He went inside the CR &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I repeat, we were sitting on the benches across the CR)&lt;/span&gt;, and seconds passed, minutes, he went out wearing a T-shirt &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the long sleeves was probably because of some presentation in one subject)&lt;/span&gt;. A yellow-orange-brownish shirt with a Ninoy print in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was calling out to the girl who borrowed his phone &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the girl was inside the girl's CR)&lt;/span&gt;, and he said she should go out because he couldn't come in. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(asdfghjkl; I lol'd in my brain XD)&lt;/span&gt; And he was... drumming. Imaginary drums, probably? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took off his glasses for a few seconds and guess what?! HE STILL LOOKED GOOD. Like super good. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore his glasses again. And they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinee and I stood to find out where they were heading, and we saw him alongside Kerwin &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Van's never-giving-up suitor? Haha. Peace!)&lt;/span&gt;. So we told Van about it and she walked to their direction with Taryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish this entry by saying Van and Taryn came back to us with a name. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. Math, EDP and NS pre-fi exams tomorrow plus a Socio quiz on top! Darnnn. Oh well, I found him anyway. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-8948357024745143315?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/8948357024745143315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=8948357024745143315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8948357024745143315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8948357024745143315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome-glasses.html' title='Awesome Glasses'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4142952479657165518</id><published>2009-10-04T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:23:10.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Neurosurgeons and Proposals [EDITED]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 49.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't sleep if I won't edit this post, okay? Call me shallow, whatever. I'm insane. But I'm going to add Jiang Zhi Shu / Michael Jiang (It Started with A Kiss / They Kiss Again) on my list of awesome doctors. So call me OA, at least I get to sleep peacefully. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;//END.OF.EDIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing with doctors. First is Mizuno-sensei (One Litre of Tears), then Dr. Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy), then the one who consulted me that really looked like Dr. Shepherd. *A* Doctors are awesome. Carlisle is awesome. Then most probably, Edward would become a doctor, too, because his dad is a doctor. And I'm blabbing because... awesome doctors are awesome doctors. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*gets shot*&lt;/span&gt; And haven't you noticed? Most doctors (neurosurgeons in particular, and I swear I'm not being biased here) on movies or series or dramas are good-looking. And hot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I watched on YouTube how Derek proposed to Meredith (I'm a loser and I haven't watched it yet), and below is a screen shot. I can't hear Derek clearly because stupid speaker is stupid. So I browsed for quotes and that explains the other opened window in the screen shot. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbBvQt9a0rs"&gt;Link, anyone?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SshgfG5tDUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_6YMcohba5g/s1600-h/untitled001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SshgfG5tDUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_6YMcohba5g/s400/untitled001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Derek's proposal. It was really super unique that people call it post-it proposal (what with all the 'post-it CT scans', lol). I mean, proposing inside an elevator and filling the walls of the elevator with CT scans of the patients they saved together is awesome right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what Derek said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Derek:&lt;/b&gt; Hey. Come on in. This is a CT of Katie Bryce. 16 year old female, subarachnoid aneurysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meredith:&lt;/b&gt; From a fall during rhythmic gymnastics. I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Derek:&lt;/b&gt; I remember, it was the first surgery we ever scrubbed in together on. Our first save. Right here is a cerebral cyst. Tough save, but we did it. I kissed you in the stairwell after the surgery. And this right here is where Dr Bailey kicked you out of the surgery, because she caught us in your driveway, in my car. And right here, this is a seven hour craniotomy. You held the clamp the entire time, never flinched. That's when I knew you were gonna be an incredible surgeon. Beth Monroe, made our clinical trial a success by surviving. You talked me into putting her under. That's when I knew I needed you. And this is today, post op head CT of Izzie Stevens. You see that? Right there. Tumor free. Because of you. You got me into the OR. If there's a crisis, you don't freeze, you move forward. You get the rest of us to move forward. Because you've seen worse. You've survived worse, and you know we'll survive too. You say you're all dark and twisty. It's not a flaw, it's a strength. It makes you who you are. I'm not gonna get down on one knee, I'm not gonna ask a question. I love you Meredith Grey, and I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meredith: &lt;/b&gt;And I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someday, someday, I will have my own doctor, too. Hahaha. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-4142952479657165518?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4142952479657165518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4142952479657165518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4142952479657165518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4142952479657165518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-neurosurgeons-and-proposals-edited.html' title='Of Neurosurgeons and Proposals [EDITED]'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SshgfG5tDUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_6YMcohba5g/s72-c/untitled001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5604267124205361551</id><published>2009-10-04T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:29:32.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerealistix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 48. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mouth-watering pic below is the cereals + ice cream I was talking about on my last post. Anyway, we bought this at Cerealistix in our school's food court. Yumyumyumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SsgwJqPHlKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LAUY5gzSp7Q/s1600-h/7128_1149775511077_1428273540_30455194_5389543_n+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SsgwJqPHlKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LAUY5gzSp7Q/s400/7128_1149775511077_1428273540_30455194_5389543_n+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine's with the vanilla ice cream topping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what a very short &lt;s&gt;nonsense&lt;/s&gt; post this is. Well, well.&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/4785319781414996958-5604267124205361551?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5604267124205361551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5604267124205361551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5604267124205361551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5604267124205361551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/cerealistix.html' title='Cerealistix'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SsgwJqPHlKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LAUY5gzSp7Q/s72-c/7128_1149775511077_1428273540_30455194_5389543_n+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3196966547353047034</id><published>2009-10-02T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:50:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 47.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to post a pictured entry tonight, but I bet Chinee's having a hard time shooing her Kuya off their computer, or maybe she's sleeping sound right now. Haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the picture I wanted Chinee to upload was the cereal + ice cream we ate awhile ago. It cost us Php49 but it was worth the money. The dessert was really super yummy (yes, yes, that's really and super in one sentence). We also ate panino sandwich that we bought at House of Panini. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The word "panino" [pa'ni:no] is Italian for small bread roll; its plural form is panini. The latter is however often incorrectly used as a singular word by speakers of English. -Wikipedia) &lt;/span&gt;I put it there because I thought the sandwich is called panini, it is, okay, but it's plural. So enough of that already since my mouth's already starting to water. All in all, I drained my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Wait wait wait. I've decided I'll be putting videos instead. So... let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16SGMTHe_RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16SGMTHe_RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comatose is awesome live. *A* And the one playing violin here was wearing glasses. Yes, I had to replay the video many times to confirm that he's actually wearing glasses. And though I think he doesn't belong to the band, holy hell, he plays violin and wears glasses and that just rocks. orz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jSS-QPdiiiY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jSS-QPdiiiY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is an upcoming film entitled &lt;i&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/i&gt;. And believe me when I say the movie has a killer cast! I read some articles that Taylor Lautner and Taylor Swift are also in this film, though I wonder why their names weren't shown on the last part of the vid. Taylor L. is totally fine with me, his interview videos were lol-some, just as long as it's not Jacob Black related act. And Patrick Dempsey Patrick Dempsey Patrick Dempsey is in this film! HAHAHA. How &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; awesome is that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of sharing, I told Chinee a while ago of the doctor that consulted me when I had allergies last summer... that he really looked like Dr. Shepherd and he's awesome and he's handsome and just awesome. *A* &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Would you like to count how many &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; have I typed now? XD)&lt;/span&gt; And no one, NO ONE, I repeat, will be stopping me from posting pictures of McDreamy. (I wanted - and still want - to become a doctor because of Grey's Anatomy. But... blood, blood, blood! Ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailyblabber.ivillage.com/entertainment/archives/patrick.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://dailyblabber.ivillage.com/entertainment/archives/patrick.bmp" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know his wife (and to be honest, I don't find her wife pretty, and I'm also not stating that his wife is ugly) already gave birth to their twins, but look at that...THE SEXIEST DAD ALIVE! Haha. Heart, heart. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ml.berkeleyblogs.com/archives/patrickdempseydetails1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://ml.berkeleyblogs.com/archives/patrickdempseydetails1.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one... &lt;s&gt;*drools*&lt;/s&gt; Doesn't he look handsome even without smiling?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meredith:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm a surgeon. I do the rescuing. You are not my knight in shining whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Derek:&lt;/b&gt; "So we're gonna fight because I pulled you out of the tub." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meredith: &lt;/b&gt;"You have a place. You could sleep at it. And then you don't have to pull me out of the bathtub. You're everywhere, all the time, saying things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Derek:&lt;/b&gt; "This is the happy ever after part. And in the happily ever after, the guy is there all the time, saying things and the girls love it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meredith:&lt;/b&gt; "Go to work, I'll see you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Derek:&lt;/b&gt; "And just for the record? I am your knight in shining whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Derek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; "I just want to make sure you're alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden" /&gt;Meredith:&lt;/b&gt; "No! I'm not alright? Okay? Are you satisfied? I'm not alright. Because you have a wife, and you call me a whore, and our dog died, and now you're looking at me again. Stop looking at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden" /&gt;Derek:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm not looking at you. I am not looking at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 153, 0); color: #009900; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meredith:&lt;/b&gt; "You are looking at me. And you watch me. And Finn has plans. I like Finn. He's perfect for me, and I'm really trying here to be happy, and I feel like I can't breathe. I can't breathe with you looking at me like that, so just stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden" /&gt;Derek:&lt;/b&gt; "You think I want to look at you? That I wouldn't rather be looking at my wife? I'm married. I have responsibilities. She doesn't drive me crazy. She doesn't make it impossible for me to feel normal. She doesn't make me sick to my stomach thinking about my veterinarian touching her with his hands. Man, I would give anything to not be looking at you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; And who quotes dialogues from a series on the last part of their entries? Me. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3196966547353047034?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3196966547353047034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3196966547353047034' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3196966547353047034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3196966547353047034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2340170963537566170</id><published>2009-09-28T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:51:45.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to do some blogging right now, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events: P.E. Day / Ghy's birthday&lt;br /&gt;What: Little photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;Where: FotoFun @ Gaisano Mall&lt;br /&gt;When: September 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SsCvcojd_OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NaHL5FZ-OdE/s1600-h/DSC-6441+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SsCvcojd_OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NaHL5FZ-OdE/s320/DSC-6441+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://astraldrop11.multiply.com/photos/album/17/Studio_Pics"&gt;More more more?&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2340170963537566170?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2340170963537566170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2340170963537566170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2340170963537566170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2340170963537566170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SsCvcojd_OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NaHL5FZ-OdE/s72-c/DSC-6441+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-8911369492257546439</id><published>2009-09-28T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:33:49.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Petal 45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;automaticpetals&lt;/i&gt; finally has a new layout! I saw this skin yesterday and knew immediately that this has to be my new skin. (Turned out the choice of skin wasn't included on the two selections. Haha. XD) But anyway, I did slight customizations on the navigation bars and I added a hit counter which recognizes your EVERY click. The most difficult thing to do was the comment link. It's not as simple as the non-navigational layout, but I made it so there. :) I also added three songs on my playlist and had it on random mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my class starts at 10 so I had the chance to tweak the codes and add finishing touch because I badly need it done. Speaking of class, I'm going to go now or I'll be late. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT!&lt;/b&gt; I also added My Favorite Blog Entries. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-8911369492257546439?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/8911369492257546439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=8911369492257546439' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8911369492257546439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8911369492257546439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-updates.html' title='Blog Updates'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1576667638807093442</id><published>2009-09-26T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:32:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in Three Letters: F-U-N</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 44.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had been a really good day. Not just I don't have Math class on Friday (lol), but everything that happened today was so fun-filled. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forwarding things since I want to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's birthday. Bob's house. With classmatesss. Had fun. Picture here and picture there. Bob driving the car. Ate a lot. Team Boolean walking around the village. Piano sessions. Laugh trip. Watched The Grudge (Eng). Though I sort of didn't watch. XD Got home by 9:30 pm. HAD SO MUCH FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it's our P.E. Day tomorrow? Though I'll just be watching on the bleachers. Haha. Cool. XD And it's also Ghy's birthday, so I need to go since I'll just prolly have a good few hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main reason why I want to change my layout is that the entry table is stretched when I looked at it in our CS class a while ago (though it's perfectly fine on mine). And I'm a semi-OC and I don't want it that my entry table would appear ugly on other person's PC. &lt;s&gt;And I'm srsly getting tired of it. *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out now! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1576667638807093442?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1576667638807093442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1576667638807093442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1576667638807093442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1576667638807093442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-in-three-letters-f-u-n.html' title='Today in Three Letters: F-U-N'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-7638573497522603295</id><published>2009-09-24T23:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:29:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One?</title><content type='html'>Choose a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) I'll be changing the font color of the entry here since blue... light blue... whatever shade of blue this is, is too bright for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruOiZdL_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p8nSKh6CoAk/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruOiZdL_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p8nSKh6CoAk/s320/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054501051563090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.) It's too wide. I think. And too &lt;s&gt;white&lt;/s&gt; clean? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruOpwcj1cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5p4rBh9eGKE/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruOpwcj1cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5p4rBh9eGKE/s320/02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054627482031554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.) Stick with your layout, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Kim gets a special mention. Haha. We were chatting on Y!M &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*points orange bar*&lt;/span&gt; when I said I was typing a blog entry. He told me to mention him. So there, Kim. Happy now? HAHA. As if he could read this! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's your letter now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-7638573497522603295?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/7638573497522603295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=7638573497522603295' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7638573497522603295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7638573497522603295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-one.html' title='Which One?'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruOiZdL_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p8nSKh6CoAk/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-6833238929629531692</id><published>2009-09-23T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:07:54.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I'll be changing my blog layout soon. I'm still trying to find out ways on how to revise some awesome skins I found. Hopefully it'll be by this weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Math is messing with my brain. And sembreak, come fast, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-6833238929629531692?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/6833238929629531692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=6833238929629531692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6833238929629531692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6833238929629531692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5313098393103597660</id><published>2009-09-20T10:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:32:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200 Pounds Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your broke my heart. Tissue won't fix it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruQs-OvUYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ttGRSLrsynA/s1600-h/200pundsbeauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruQs-OvUYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ttGRSLrsynA/s320/200pundsbeauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385056881745023362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Fat Hanna  |   aftersurgery!Hanna (aka Jenny)  |  Sang-jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruQ4E9t0-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/RvOw_2ZGwiY/s1600-h/1115976452_baacc219fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruQ4E9t0-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/RvOw_2ZGwiY/s320/1115976452_baacc219fc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057072531231714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have this N-in-1 KMovies DVD I bought not long ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;200&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pounds Beauty&lt;/span&gt; was included, but I never bothered to watch it since the cover picture didn't appeal to me. But last night, when I read &lt;s&gt;Darky's, err&lt;/s&gt; Miles' post on LiveJournal about how good this was, I decided to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Kang Han-na (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Ah-jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) is an overweight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phone sex employee and a secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vocalist for Ammy, a famous Korean pop singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lip syncs as she cannot sing. Instead of being famous for her own amazing vocal talent, Han-na hides behind Ammy's performance stage and sings during Ammy's concerts, and records all of Ammy's songs. One day...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/200_Pounds_Beauty"&gt;Read more here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of clarification before you jump to conclusions. When we say phone sex here, it's not THAT kind of thing. It is, sort of, but not hardcore. Just vague. The doctor she was "phone sex-ing" was even the one who performed the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruQ_qtaHeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DfEFXPdTBN4/s1600-h/200-lb-08_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruQ_qtaHeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DfEFXPdTBN4/s320/200-lb-08_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057202922462690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang-jun (lead actor) doesn't really look THAT gay from the movie poster above. Photoshop did a bad trick. Tsktsk. See this pic? -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. He's cool. His appeal to me is kinda Dr. Mizuno-esque. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I still have to harvest my plants in FarmVille, all in all, 200 Pounds Beauty was worth the watch. And the movie's soundtracks were great. Recommended. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5313098393103597660?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5313098393103597660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5313098393103597660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5313098393103597660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5313098393103597660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/200-pounds-beauty.html' title='200 Pounds Beauty'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SruQs-OvUYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ttGRSLrsynA/s72-c/200pundsbeauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3991474385492165509</id><published>2009-09-18T23:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:44:38.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color / Thing Association</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Petal 40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons and explanations.&lt;table style="width: 350px; height: 823px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr align="right"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr align="right"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aryton is your soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White.&lt;/span&gt; I put Nereid-kun because he's a Nursing Student. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Taryn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red.&lt;/span&gt; And it's because Taryn's Vans shoes are checkered-red. So well, she's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bestprend&lt;/span&gt;. And though she bullies me (almost every time &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;), yes I wubb her. And she wubbs me, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You consider Van your true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange.&lt;/span&gt; Because in ADDU, color orange is Engineering Department's color, and Van is taking Engineering... though in a different school. And he was wearing an orange shirt on his FS primary pic. So yes. There are times when I call him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bespren&lt;/span&gt;, and he calls me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bespren&lt;/span&gt;, too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You know that Vanessa is always thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow.&lt;/span&gt; And I didn't know why I associated Van with yellow. Maybe because she laughs a lot. I dunno. :) And she's thinking of me because I'm her Jan Di. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You'll remember Noriane for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green. &lt;/span&gt;Because we're HS bestfriends. And our school uniform was green. And she had taught me a lot of things about life. And I miss her sooo much and I love her and she knows that and she loves me too. And I won't ever forget her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You secretly think Kriselle is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Same result, honey! This is destiny. Haha. This is all because of Mello's fault. I just know it's his fault. XD And very creative you say! Honey rocks. Haha. \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You secretly think that Bianca is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Vanilla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Bianca is Vanilla because I don't know. &gt;__&gt; But yes, Bianca is all adjectives put into one. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You secretly think that Rae is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Rae changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A meat snack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My sister hates hates hates meat because she's a vegetarian. What a contrast, lol. And I'm so totally not agreeing with the last sentence! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You secretly think Chinee is shy and non-confrontational. And that Chinee has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A saltine cracker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Because we bought Corn Bits at NCX earlier. And it has salt.  Oh, and this hidden internet romance is sooo right! There's this guy who keeps on comment-ing her on FS and he called her Shirley and, and, and *zips mouth* :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: Our Quizzes Weren't Written By Bored 12 Year Olds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3991474385492165509?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3991474385492165509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3991474385492165509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3991474385492165509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3991474385492165509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/color-thing-association.html' title='Color / Thing Association'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-7571998133894031269</id><published>2009-09-13T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:31:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comatose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Petal 39.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everything. No, this is not an angsty post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level of this tiredness I'm in is equal to wishing and hoping and praying that it'll be Friday tomorrow so that I won't have to deal with Math and other crap at school. &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, you should listen to the piano version of Skillet's Comatose. It's awesome. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my reaction paper on Filipino1. Hah. As if.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-7571998133894031269?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/7571998133894031269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=7571998133894031269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7571998133894031269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/7571998133894031269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/comatose.html' title='Comatose'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2090401504014834562</id><published>2009-09-10T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:52:38.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Petal 38.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICKIE should be this entry's title. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quickie&lt;/span&gt; means another thing to some people. Words are complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to go online tonight since I feel like I'm depriving myself of some good sleep. But I wanted to read something so I decided to turn on the computer and print few one-shots. Then I remembered that I said to Lucille that I'd help her put a comment link and to also change the fonts of her blog so I did a little editing on the codes a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that's just about it. And it's almost 9 and I really want to sleep early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2090401504014834562?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2090401504014834562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2090401504014834562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2090401504014834562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2090401504014834562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-blog.html' title='Quick Blog'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-9080376237773390348</id><published>2009-09-06T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:18:06.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did It Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Petal 37.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kriselle" class="screen-name" title="Kriselle de Leon"&gt;kriselle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" alt="Icon_lock" class="lock" src="http://a2.twimg.com/a/1252097501/images/icon_lock.gif" title="Kriselle de leon’s tweets are protected." /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/arianejoi"&gt;arianejoi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How did it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I think you already know that I lost my one-month old phone two days ago. So how did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I wouldv'e bitched here. Two days ago, I would've posted a super angsty post rooting out from my cellphone's loss, from my stupidy to hating people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now let's go back two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just actually realized I lost my phone when I went out of Robinsons Cybergate (I was to buy a data cable, but I didn't found the store I was looking for). I got nervous because there's nothing inside my skirt's pocket. So I instantly rode a jeep so that I could rummage my bag. But there's still nothing. I can't recall how, where and when I lost it. I'm stupid like that. I SERIOUSLY CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to school's 6th floor - where I last stayed with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented a PC first so that I could seek help because I don't memorize any of my friend's number. Nor my own number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were few people who were online. I PMed Gwaping so that I could have any of my friend's numbers, but he said he also lost his phone. Anyway, Ivy helped me out a lot. Thanks, little one. You should know how much I appreciate your help. Ivy made clear what's my number. I also made her text Van (I have Van's number on my Twilight notepad, and I swear I don't know why) using her mum's phone, asking if he could come near my school and that it's important. I also chatted with Kerwin on Facebook and asked him what's Vanessa's number. He gave it to me and, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I signed out few minutes later and went inside the school. No trace of my phone by 6:00+pm so I rented a PC again at another shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Holy C if I didn't notice I keep on having 11 as my assigned PC number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signed in again and asked Ivy if Van replied. She said no. Which made me sad, really. Ayyah also talked to me. Ayyah knew because Ivy phoned her when I asked her my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I realized how much trouble I did. Sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7 pm, I was hoping I could find a friend at GMall. And yes, I saw Scion, Jeorge and Lyndon. I told them I lost my phone and asked them if I could borrow their phone. Scion was good enough to let me borrow his phone. We went to a loading station inside (he only had load for texting), and he almost paid for the load if I didn't tell him (after some convincing) that I'd be the one to pay for the P30 load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dialed my number and it was already out of coverage. I dialed it few more times. And then realization hit me that I'd never have my phone back. So to spend the load, I called Ghy. So yes. I headed home feeling all lost. Scion even joked that I looked like I would jump from the 4th floor of the mall while we were inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was already crying when I saw Papa. I could handle Mama's scolding, but Papa's silent treatment cuts the most. Mama said a lot of things: how many times I lost my things and money, how I am not taking care of them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanga&lt;/span&gt;, name them. Papa only said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wala pa man tu nag-one month"&lt;/span&gt; [hindi pa yun umabot ng one month ah].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself inside my room, without eating dinner, and cried myself out. Cursed myself and few people. And cursed some more of why people are so bad, and asked why they steal my things when in fact I'm not doing anything bad to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept still wearing my uniform. ID still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9 I woke up with red, swollen eyes I almost didn't look like myself. Normally, Papa would knock on my door to kiss me on the cheek when he leaves. But he didn't. And it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was talking to me again and told me about where to find my food. She's surprisingly being good. I ate and turned on the PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And discovered that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Van called Ivy's mum the night I lost my phone. He PMed me at Friendster, yes. He also said he already had a feeling that I lost my phone since he couldn't contact me. And we exchanged messages some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinee was worried (was that the word Taryn used?) about me... or maybe my phone. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I should say sorry to Papa, said my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came and he still hadn't talked to me. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was surprised when Papa shook me while I was sleeping. He gave me P200, refund for the things I spent last week. I said I didn't mean to lose my phone and he said that he knew it. He said he'd buy me a new one this coming 12. Though I'm not sure if he's serious or not. Mama said she'll just buy me a cheap phone since I always lose things. &gt;__&gt; Papa kissed me three times on the cheek, by the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don't talk that much now. But I'm feeling better. I printed a multi-chaptered fic this noon and read it until I needed to turn on the light. I'm still far from done. I was just able to print four sheets of long bond paper - same as before, back-to-back, size 3.4 Trebuchet MS with four columns - since I ran out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4785319781414996958-9080376237773390348?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/9080376237773390348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=9080376237773390348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/9080376237773390348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/9080376237773390348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-did-it-go.html' title='How Did It Go?'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2541871110163085963</id><published>2009-09-01T23:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:23:12.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Pictured Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 36.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today &lt;s&gt;and you really don't care why&lt;/s&gt;. :D Team Boolean gave me a very big birthday card (with their writings inside, including Kat's and Gwaping's note, which made me teary-eyed, by the way). AND THEY GAVE ME A LETTER A CHAIN THAT'S NOT SILVER-Y AT ALL! So yes. I'm happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1ENMHzY9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WuDmO84Oajs/s1600-h/ASTRAL001+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1ENMHzY9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WuDmO84Oajs/s320/ASTRAL001+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376528523533181906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1EX0XKbCI/AAAAAAAAAII/SHjYosOzOew/s320/ASTRAL004+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376528706133716002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And because the letter A chain is pretty, I decided to just put in on my ID for display instead of keeping it inside the bag with a key. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we (Taryn, Chinee, Ghy and I) were searching for earphones (I lost mine &gt;_&gt;), I saw this (or was it Chinee? Taryn? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shrug*&lt;/span&gt;) portable roll-up electronic piano. *A*&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/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1GO9rloRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/POSH4xmYYz0/s1600-h/ASTRAL000+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1GO9rloRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/POSH4xmYYz0/s320/ASTRAL000+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376530753039737106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's on my wishlist, people. Rrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two pictures:&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/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1IffkzB3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VJkgEsqY0tw/s1600-h/ASTRAL005+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1IffkzB3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VJkgEsqY0tw/s320/ASTRAL005+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376533236039223154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My brown wallet &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(read previous post)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1IuDT1SpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OyGhN_r1VAU/s1600-h/ASTRAL007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1IuDT1SpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OyGhN_r1VAU/s320/ASTRAL007+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376533486149913234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; And me wearing Ryoma's cap &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, I'm his girlfriend, and I'm shy so I covered my face *shot!*)&lt;/span&gt; that Kriselle gave to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:20 am and out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT! &lt;/span&gt;Ooh, I just noticed, my time and Manila time isn't the same. Well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2541871110163085963?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2541871110163085963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2541871110163085963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2541871110163085963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2541871110163085963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-pictured-post.html' title='Another Pictured Post'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sp1ENMHzY9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WuDmO84Oajs/s72-c/ASTRAL001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1919077621922235760</id><published>2009-08-31T18:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:47:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictured Post :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Petal 35.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went malling alone. No, not my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I went to SM and saw awesome stuff that I'd probably be holding right now if I didn't have any control. *A* Really guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Spuh-wQcyZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dbrL2I9D2NY/s1600-h/AST02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Spuh-wQcyZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dbrL2I9D2NY/s320/AST02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376068679674677650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Death Note sling bag. P 299.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiEU0eicI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6O9pqc8JE68/s1600-h/AST3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiEU0eicI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6O9pqc8JE68/s320/AST3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376068775388809666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Death Note bag. This one is 3x smaller than the one on top. I forgot the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiICNcvoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vviqBWVB11s/s1600-h/AST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiICNcvoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vviqBWVB11s/s320/AST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376068839112752770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one, I kinda don't like it's style. But it's PoT we're talking about, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiLwuxG_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/od-zW4pLKOc/s1600-h/ASTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiLwuxG_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/od-zW4pLKOc/s320/ASTA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376068903140137970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neji and Hinata small pillows. Super super small pillows. I took this because I remembered Bianca. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiRueHgMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qjfQ1MPmcGw/s1600-h/ASTRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiRueHgMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qjfQ1MPmcGw/s320/ASTRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376069005612646594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Echizen Ryoma wallet. I didn't buy this. Surprised? Haha. The print actually isn't that good, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiWTQXx4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/rDBolHPsfXM/s1600-h/ASTRAL000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiWTQXx4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/rDBolHPsfXM/s320/ASTRAL000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376069084206581634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PoT sling bag worth P 300+ :) I find the 'still lots more to work on...!' print kinda awkward. I dunno. Maybe I just prefer 'mada mada dane' over it. And I don't know what's the red symbol all about. O_o And yes that's Rukawa and... uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiZtzMtKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/putEQU4s0F8/s1600-h/ASTRAL001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpuiZtzMtKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/putEQU4s0F8/s320/ASTRAL001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376069142871585954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Robert Pattinson cover magazine. &lt;s&gt;Yes, he is my Mr. Right *points at the text on the cover*&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Now, now. I see Zac's name. Kriselle, are you okay? XD) &lt;/span&gt;This one was actually overlapped with another magazine. Letters &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt; were the only letters I saw. And the little part of the hair. The hair, the hair! The hair was too damn familiar and awesome to miss. And I knew then that it was him. No joke, people. I really knew it was him. So I shoved the other magazine and took a pic of the awesomeness that is RPattz. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I bought a brown wallet. Lol :)) No picture, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1919077621922235760?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1919077621922235760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1919077621922235760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1919077621922235760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1919077621922235760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictured-post-d.html' title='Pictured Post :D'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Spuh-wQcyZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dbrL2I9D2NY/s72-c/AST02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3592424775011979570</id><published>2009-08-30T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:05:51.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Petal 34.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame title, I know. But I'm already 17 AND I just watched 17 Again *FINALLY!* and it was awesome! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really good. There were friends who waited and stayed online at Y!M 'til 12 midnight just to greet me. Mostly my Team Boolean. Ily, guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also unexpected people who greeted me. Even my not-so-close classmates greeted me. Haha. Ayyah, Miya and Apryl were greeting me almost every time I go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just when I thought Van wouldn't greet me (honestly, I felt bad because I was there when he put my birthday on his calendar note), he called me using his mum's number. The conversation was short, but then, he could've texted me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kriselle, Apryl, Chelsy, thanks for the lovely notes you gave to Miya. And Miya, you too, thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster, Facebook, Twitter buddies, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really just a short entry but that's because I'm happy right now. And too much happiness results to a speechless Ariane. /cheeseXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3592424775011979570?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3592424775011979570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3592424775011979570' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3592424775011979570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3592424775011979570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-once.html' title='17 Once'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5466791295653428219</id><published>2009-08-30T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:04:25.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messing Around</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing to do so I did things on Selena Gomez's face for a moment. Heeee. :)) Wait, have you heard that Selena and Taylor Lautner (as in the one who played Jacob Black) are together? Like, the boyfriend-girlfriend thing. So maybe that's already a past issue. I don't care. And I'm not Selena's fan. So anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpndwU__QYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UFBzWe1xpmI/s1600-h/selenagomez.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpndwU__QYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UFBzWe1xpmI/s320/selenagomez.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375571452583952770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave her a brow piercing (?)! And look closely, her eyes are gold. Which reminds you of...? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5466791295653428219?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5466791295653428219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5466791295653428219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5466791295653428219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5466791295653428219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/messing-around.html' title='Messing Around'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SpndwU__QYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UFBzWe1xpmI/s72-c/selenagomez.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4742124885418652188</id><published>2009-08-30T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:36:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 32.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start with something I really didn't think that would happen: a classmate reading my blog. But, my point is PAST IS PAST. I'm trying not to sound so defensive over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;, but... yeah. :) It was just the idea of being 'forbidden' that made me post such entries. Pure fanfiction stuff. And really, I liked the poem I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello Chinee. :) Why not drop some love? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd like to have this cake. Probably a better version...? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SplYCY6q4iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oMZmnCzsZao/s1600-h/Piano_Cake_2_by_Sarenea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SplYCY6q4iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oMZmnCzsZao/s320/Piano_Cake_2_by_Sarenea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375424428314911266" 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/4785319781414996958-4742124885418652188?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4742124885418652188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4742124885418652188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4742124885418652188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4742124885418652188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled.html' title='I am untitled'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SplYCY6q4iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oMZmnCzsZao/s72-c/Piano_Cake_2_by_Sarenea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3102778590633939608</id><published>2009-08-27T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:26:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;31st petal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;I got Kriselle's package, so I updated my wishlist. The cap's awesome. *A* THANKS, HONEEEY! *glompage* &lt;s&gt;Sana may kasamang letter. *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;Tropic of Virgo ended in Chapter 37. I want to cry because the author's writing style is wow and the story's just awesome and it's now The End though the author didn't put that exact words &lt;i&gt;The End&lt;/i&gt;  but the author's profile page said that ToV is Complete. AND I'm not being bias because it's a lemon. Okay? Okay. The author teased us with a sequel. Tropic of Gemini. And I so want it bad I'm going to wish for it and put it on my wishlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3102778590633939608?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3102778590633939608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3102778590633939608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3102778590633939608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3102778590633939608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-643179639974284538</id><published>2009-08-24T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:01:48.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of First Call Slip and Phone Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Petal 30. Short and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I miss writing fanfictions. T_T *points at the title* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of&lt;/span&gt; is the keyword. Le sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to the Guidance because I had my first call slip. I really didn't know what was the call slip about so I got nervous. But anyway, the counselor just asked a couple of questions about my studies, adjustments, etc. She said my Prelim grades weren't that bad (pffft) and she asked me if I did better this Midterm and I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think soooo. Yes, yes.&lt;/span&gt; But really, I really think I'm better now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I ate ice cream before entering the Guidance? Yes. Got hungry and I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, my friends and I were abusing our Sun Unli Calls. Haha. We called each other even though we were just walking together and stuff like that. It was a stupid thing to do but it was fun. We even heard our own voices on the other line. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then evening, I called Kriselle. No one answered my first call so I waited for few minutes and called again. And we were tongue-tied, lol. Absolutely what I was thinking. The signal was also crappy. Uggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Apryl next. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;At kamuntikan ng mabasag ang eardrums ko.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She's talkative and loud and jolly but not in an irritating kind of way (like what she said). The signal was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to call Lucille but she was unattended. Minutes later she called me and the signal was super crappy I almost didn't hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway it's already 12 and I'm still going to study for Sociology quiz. Which is super hard to understand, by the way. SUPER HARD THAT YOU HARDLY UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE READING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where will God take me on my Midterm exams. I'm betting we'll be doing a program in CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-643179639974284538?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/643179639974284538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=643179639974284538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/643179639974284538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/643179639974284538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-first-call-slip-and-phone-calls.html' title='Of First Call Slip and Phone Calls'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1522006386478457607</id><published>2009-08-21T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:21:13.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to 29th petal because I deleted three posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last posted anything here. I'm a busy person now, trust me. So anyway, I was really bored a while ago so I made a new theme for my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/So5V6_I6SzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YfbVfFbjbyk/s1600-h/theme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/So5V6_I6SzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YfbVfFbjbyk/s320/theme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372325877369162546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know. I never got over him. It's just that every time I open the books and read his lines... sparks fly. &lt;s&gt;Cheese, omg.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1522006386478457607?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1522006386478457607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1522006386478457607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1522006386478457607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1522006386478457607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/sparks-fly.html' title='Sparks Fly'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/So5V6_I6SzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YfbVfFbjbyk/s72-c/theme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5601933419127158007</id><published>2009-08-08T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:46:30.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP ME.</title><content type='html'>HELP ME deserves to be capslock-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to find for a good-not-that-super-long Talumpati for my Fil1 class but... they won't just show up. And I lack time to make my own since I suck at Filipino and I lack time since I'm the luckiest to belong in the first batch and I'm going to recite the speech after the Ateneo Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uhm, help? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5601933419127158007?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5601933419127158007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5601933419127158007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5601933419127158007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5601933419127158007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-me.html' title='HELP ME.'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4980836164538536913</id><published>2009-08-05T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:17:01.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do Today</title><content type='html'>Oh yes I'm spamming blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we'll probably be back later this night, here's what I'm going to TRY to accomplish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish CS assignment. This was supposed to be passed today but luckily, no class. RIP, Cory. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answer Math's Chapter 5 exercises, review exercises, and C5 test in advance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least try to make 'How to Sell Myself' for my EDP editing. Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-4980836164538536913?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4980836164538536913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4980836164538536913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4980836164538536913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4980836164538536913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-do-today.html' title='Things To Do Today'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5253651336049881196</id><published>2009-08-05T09:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:03:52.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder as I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29th petal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really don't know why I took Information Technology. It's hard, really hard, because the language you're studying is abnormal. What will you make out of that? /crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am NOT giving up. &lt;s&gt;Yet.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be out later to celebrate Papa's birthday. :)) I need a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5253651336049881196?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5253651336049881196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5253651336049881196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5253651336049881196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5253651336049881196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder-as-i-wonder.html' title='I wonder as I wonder'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1689136803748483363</id><published>2009-08-04T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:35:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So help me God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He loves me, he loves me not. Petal 28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to put my priorities on top of my to-do list. I really, really am. I'm trying to change for my own good, even though that means sacrificing writing and reading fanfictions and watching anime. For the past months, I've only been reading Tropic of Virgo's update, and nothing more. It satisfies me and it keeps me sane, which I am thankful of. And I am trying to be a good daughter to my parents. I hope they would see how I appreciate them for sending me to a good school. I hope they wouldn't compare my grades to my sister because I can't be like her no matter how hard I try. I hope they would trust me that I won't be engaging into any relationships until I'm old enough to handle it. Trust me when I say that I'm not in a relationship with the boy I'm with if we would bump each other at the mall, even though the boy and I are by ourselves. I know what things would make you upset so I wouldn't do it because I don't want you to be mad at me. And because I love the both of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1689136803748483363?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1689136803748483363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1689136803748483363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1689136803748483363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1689136803748483363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-help-me-god.html' title='So help me God'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-6701076198091679021</id><published>2009-07-31T19:20:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:54:15.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I:U IS JUST SO AWESOME OTHERS ARE BEING INSECURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to post the happenings of my week - in fact, I had it typed in here already - but I got super pissed and backspace-d the whole thing because of these immature people saying bad things to my beloved I:U. I'm just SOOO itching to say this and I can't say it on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE IU BASHERS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, And it's hot! XD&lt;/span&gt; thread because I think it's illegal since no one's swearing. So here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK OFF!&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/4785319781414996958-6701076198091679021?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/6701076198091679021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=6701076198091679021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6701076198091679021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/6701076198091679021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/07/iu-is-just-so-awesome-others-are-being.html' title='I:U IS JUST SO AWESOME OTHERS ARE BEING INSECURE'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4869786566548445062</id><published>2009-07-27T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:48:53.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Petal 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he walked inside the classroom, white shirt and jeans and face now whisker-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he talked to my seatmate with some equation problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he laughed because of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he erased his writings on the white board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I passed my paper, put it on his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget the foreign feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about another boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the same age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-4869786566548445062?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4869786566548445062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4869786566548445062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4869786566548445062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4869786566548445062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/07/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1853952113381064992</id><published>2009-07-21T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:56:36.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Math</title><content type='html'>So I just have to blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; because it's so damn important. I just hope my classmates won't stumble upon this page or else I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, Ghy treated us to Greenwich. Blahblahblah. We were on the second floor. Blahblahblah. After eating, right when we were about to leave, Vanessa (who was on the lead, I on the last since the staircase was narrow and we were six) said "Ariane, nasa ibaba si Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had eye-contact. Once. Twice. Thrice. I dunno. I didn't greet him or whatever. He looked unsure of what to do himself. (Lol ang kapal eh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was really there. With his co-teachers. And other students. (What were they doing?! &gt;__&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we were outside his hearing range:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: Haha. Nag-hi ako kay Sir. *executes a super eager waving hand with a high-pitched HI SIR with giggles* Ikaw, Iane?&lt;br /&gt;Ariane: Eeh, kaulaw [nakakahiya].&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: Guilty! *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Ariane: *poke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is really the mastermind of this. She's always the one teasing me to Sir and she just doesn't keep it to herself. There was even a time when we were chatting, I said "Na-dazzle ako kanina. Hahaha. Char!" Then minutes later, I found the same statement, MY statement, on her Facebook. Then Ghy copy-pasted it and also posted it on her own FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing because it's... not the truth. Uggh. &lt;s&gt;I don't sound disappointed or mad, do I? XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1853952113381064992?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1853952113381064992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1853952113381064992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1853952113381064992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1853952113381064992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/07/mr-math.html' title='Mr. Math'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2720647545207139679</id><published>2009-07-11T21:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:35:37.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Blog.</title><content type='html'>How are you? It's been quite a while, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we hung out at Van's place the whole day. We stayed inside their play room  and it was so much fun! Haha. We ordered online at McDonald's for our lunch and we took lots of pictures. We gorged on chocolates that John brought. And Van's cousin bought us Mister Donuts when they came back from shopping groceries. We played spin the &lt;s&gt;bottle&lt;/s&gt; remote control. And it wasn't just plain spin the &lt;s&gt;bottle&lt;/s&gt; RC, the other player (Scion) was not anywhere near us - he was online. So we used webcam and we called him through Y!M so that he could just hear us and we needed not to type na. Oh, and we also watched kilig episodes of Princess Hours. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinee, Ghy and I were the only ones left by 7:00 so we ate dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://astraldrop11.multiply.com/"&gt;Pictures at Multiply&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's just about it. CS Sportsfest tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2720647545207139679?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2720647545207139679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2720647545207139679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2720647545207139679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2720647545207139679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-blog.html' title='Hey Blog.'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5513262952414927587</id><published>2009-06-23T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:54:31.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet is back. :)</title><content type='html'>Aside from having my internet back, this is a happy night because of someone. I'm just going to say that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5513262952414927587?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5513262952414927587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5513262952414927587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5513262952414927587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5513262952414927587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-is-back.html' title='Internet is back. :)'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-8767568405596097704</id><published>2009-06-11T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:40:26.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Once, But Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Petal 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just lost some money again the other day. And some money just happened to be Php500+. 200 of the money was given to me by Papa when I told him I lost all my 800 pesos. It's not much but I actually appreciate it because, hello, who would give me 200 pesos? The rest of the money was the change of the binder notebook I bought. I didn't even buy snacks at the mall because I wanted to save it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaamn, you really should know by now how I hate myself and how frustrated I am over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: I feel like I want to rip my hair and just not hold money for the rest of my life. The latter being quite exaggerated. *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no money + allergies attacking every now and then + no internet = DYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-8767568405596097704?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/8767568405596097704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=8767568405596097704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8767568405596097704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8767568405596097704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-once-but-twice.html' title='Not Once, But Twice'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3649717415275540228</id><published>2009-06-05T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:06:14.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All People, Of All the Things</title><content type='html'>So I lost my purse that has Php800+ and I'm sad and I wan't to kill myself for being so careless. It can practically buy lotsa DVDs or two awesome books. And I just HAD to lost it without buying any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Petal 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3649717415275540228?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3649717415275540228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3649717415275540228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3649717415275540228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3649717415275540228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-all-people-of-all-things.html' title='Of All People, Of All the Things'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1625475416150988690</id><published>2009-05-25T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:42:16.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He's Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/ShpLCwSCl_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dqqo3bdeZlw/s1600-h/untitled01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/ShpLCwSCl_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dqqo3bdeZlw/s320/untitled01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339662818893535218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiruma is an awesome pianist. His piano pieces are super. And his fingers... beautiful!&lt;s&gt;And doesn't he look handsome? Bad thing he's already married to a beauty queen (?).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1625475416150988690?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1625475416150988690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1625475416150988690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1625475416150988690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1625475416150988690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-hes-awesome.html' title='Because He&apos;s Awesome'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/ShpLCwSCl_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dqqo3bdeZlw/s72-c/untitled01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3051236929920238983</id><published>2009-05-25T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:21:19.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U-Tube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/ShpFRH1qXhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0ftibX1UJ0s/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/ShpFRH1qXhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0ftibX1UJ0s/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656468665359890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... damn, she's awesome. *A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/listening to the different versions of Pachelbel's Canon. (Rock version is awesome, too. Played in electric violin. Cool~ :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3051236929920238983?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3051236929920238983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3051236929920238983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3051236929920238983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3051236929920238983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/u-tube.html' title='U-Tube'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/ShpFRH1qXhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0ftibX1UJ0s/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3992818269302609918</id><published>2009-05-25T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:25:22.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was searching icons at Photobucket when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sho4o976PlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FVZrEnQD80s/s1600-h/dirtyfanfic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sho4o976PlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FVZrEnQD80s/s320/dirtyfanfic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339642584672910930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt. Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no internet connection, btw. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3992818269302609918?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3992818269302609918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3992818269302609918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3992818269302609918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3992818269302609918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-encounter.html' title='Crazy Encounter'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sho4o976PlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FVZrEnQD80s/s72-c/dirtyfanfic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-8610126897990538450</id><published>2009-05-21T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:49:52.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daaamn!</title><content type='html'>This no internet life is srsly killing me. It's been what, three days since no internet? Ugh. It already feels like forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-8610126897990538450?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/8610126897990538450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=8610126897990538450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8610126897990538450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8610126897990538450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/daaamn.html' title='Daaamn!'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5346774306375529130</id><published>2009-05-16T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:03:27.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No kid ever stands up on the stage at school and says, “I want to be a whore.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That above is the first sentence of The Red Line, a multi-chaptered Twilight Rated M fanfic. I guess I mentioned before about a fic of 300,000 words plus? Yeah. I was talking about this fic. It's written in alternative first person POV of Edward and Bella. There was also this short time when Charlie's the one narrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that line was actually what took me to read the fic. It's so catchy. And yes, Edward here is an exotic male dancer, but described and IS a whore in the fic. Bella is a Psychology student in need of a subject for her thesis. (I'm not quite sure about the thesis thing, I forgot the summary, but something that goes that line.) She chose and paid Edward $25,000 to become her subject for two weeks. Pretty interesting, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author's writing style isn't that great, really. She makes them OOC sometimes. Other stuff aren't the great, either. The dialogs, sometimes, are too much. But the story is. Many times I told myself to just stop printing it (I was printing 10 pages per day, read it at night, then print again 10 pages the next day and so on) but the story got me hooked. I wanted to know if Edward would be freed or not. Or what would happen to him with Raven. Et cetera, et cetera. &lt;s&gt;This also taught me how to describe a kiss. So yeah. HAHA. XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to tell the story's background and stuff but this has got to be the lemonest of all the lemons that I've read in my entire dirty fanfiction life. All kinds of sex is here. SERIOUSLY. Believe me when I say that. I'm betting all my printed fanfics and my Twilight Saga that there were only two to four chapters that didn't have sex on it out of the 40 chapters. And the sex just doesn't involve around Edward and Bella. There were also Edward and Victoria (she was her boss at the Fire, the club where Edward's working. Sex scenes with her got me "YUCKY!"). And there were also Edward and OC Customers (yucky also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since the story's romantic side really focuses on Edward and Bella, I'm going to tell you that they did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; almost anywhere. A N Y W H E R E. Examples: bed, CR, kitchen, in a stool, at the sala in their session chair (it's in the sala, where Doctor Bella the Psychologist tries to peer Edward the Patient), Edward's cage at Fire, train, outside Bella's door (more like in the hallway of where's she's living), fire exit, rooftop, at a hotel where Edward was supposed to do a high quality porn film, and at a park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa-enticing, right? *shot!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also different... sides. Ahh. I'm too occupied to say more about this. Lemme just say that Edward was freed on the last part. But it was bloody hell. Charlie's leg got cut! XD &lt;s&gt;And why did I sound so happy when I said that? D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5346774306375529130?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5346774306375529130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5346774306375529130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5346774306375529130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5346774306375529130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-line.html' title='The Red Line'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-9040443663297358799</id><published>2009-05-13T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:09:35.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Petal 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's already Mid-May and June is fast approaching. &lt;s&gt;And I'm scared and excited about it.&lt;/s&gt; So as what the title says, here are my to-do list before classes begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finish watching my left anime DVDs and buy some and watch. &lt;/span&gt;Because I just feel like I won't be able to watch for a long time when I enter college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the dictionary. &lt;/span&gt;Because I just need to. I easily forget words and their meanings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practice speaking English. &lt;/span&gt;Because I stutter a lot when I'm nervous and I can't get out in a pretty way the sentences in my brain. So practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lose some flab, dammit! &lt;/span&gt;Ever so slowly working on this. I don't know though if my exercise has effects on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whiten my scars. &lt;/span&gt;Ugh. I hate this. I had scars when I was having allergy and I don't know the easy way to erase them. Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write more drabbles. Read more fanfics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahh, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So I guess that's just about it. Anyway, today is Robert Pattinson's 23rd birthday! Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-9040443663297358799?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/9040443663297358799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=9040443663297358799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/9040443663297358799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/9040443663297358799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-do-list.html' title='To-Do List'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2164409978253933949</id><published>2009-05-09T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:56:27.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy, happy first anniversary to us, Kriselle! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I plan to call, really, since today's a meaningful day for a first call. But my cellphone won't charge and it's stupid. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congratulations! :)&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/4785319781414996958-2164409978253933949?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2164409978253933949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2164409978253933949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2164409978253933949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2164409978253933949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/first.html' title='First!'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2070248018455396792</id><published>2009-05-06T19:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:40:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short, I Don't Care Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgF6iMIj9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XYILHP1Amzo/s1600-h/chuck-allie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgF6iMIj9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XYILHP1Amzo/s320/chuck-allie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332678161574655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what is Chuck Allie doing in this post? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Google him if you care. But he's some kind of a Starstruck Avenger...?)&lt;/span&gt; This guy has a local show here in Davao every Sunday, and the reason why he's in this post is because I saw him at ADDU campus this afternoon. We walked past each other and had a short eye-to-eye contact. Yeah, right. I just want to share this and bear in mind that I don't really care about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so moving on, I wasn't able to call Bianca again yesterday because there had been a brown out. Then I finished the enrollment process today at almost 5pm. So yeah. Sad thing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed a half-&lt;s&gt;assed&lt;/s&gt;baked essay paper. I don't really like writing under time pressure. It's not just my thing. And the interview... no comment. But anyway, I'm already enrolled. Officially. Haha. Cool. Mama already paid all the payments that should be paid since she doesn't like more hassles. And I already have my subjects. My class starts at 7:40am (which is a good thing). I have a class that'll end at 5:40 (but only TTH). And I also have the ADDU pin and Handbook and a temporary ID. So my only problem now is the uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn, I'm srsly loving I:U's events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for today's sucky post. Haha. I'm not into my blogging mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2070248018455396792?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2070248018455396792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2070248018455396792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2070248018455396792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2070248018455396792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-i-dont-care-post.html' title='Short, I Don&apos;t Care Post'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgF6iMIj9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XYILHP1Amzo/s72-c/chuck-allie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-8592550975639411153</id><published>2009-05-05T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:56:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko was circumcised this morning! Haha. XD Together with our eleven-year old cousin. Here's a picture of them before the... operation? &lt;s&gt;Miko is sooo small compared to Leben.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgAtOjifpbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/awVSo7yb1Wg/s1600-h/GEDC0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgAtOjifpbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/awVSo7yb1Wg/s320/GEDC0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332311686888007090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my bro and Leben. He's eleven and tall and big. XD Anyway, we were able to ride in a cool, siren-less (lol XD) police vehicle since Leben's parents are police officers (quite obvious with his body built? Haha XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMSF Hospital is so beautiful. The walls are glasses and it's so bright. My sister and I were giggling (or maybe just me) because I told her it felt like being in Seattle Grace Hospital. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, my sister and I went to ADDU to have my Medical check-up. So yeah. I met someone inside the clinic and her course is Accountancy. O___o Math, eww. Haha. But she's good. Oh wait, have I already mentioned what my course is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information Technology. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty fine with it. I'll go to ADDU again tomorrow. With just myself, probably. And there'll be 30-minute Essay Writing (of God knows what's the topic) and an interview and some others to complete my confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm calling Bianca now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*finish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. ZOMG, my hands are shaking! I asked her out, lol. XD I asked her to accompany me and she said she'd ask her Tita first. So I'll call her back around 9:30. Let's cross our fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, anyway, my sister and I went to Victoria after. I bought these two DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgAtOgGY2tI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KNhgRZDPfck/s1600-h/GEDC1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgAtOgGY2tI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KNhgRZDPfck/s320/GEDC1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332311685964815058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Litre of Tears and Prince of Tennis Live Series. I know. I almost didn't buy PoT since I thought I've already seen it. But I noticed that the boy isn't Kanata Hongo. And I tried it there and it wasn't the same as PoT Live Action. There are I think 8 episodes? As to why I bought One Litre of Tears... I don't know. I was intrigued with Apryl. I also saw Nobuta wo Produce, Nodame Cantabile (anime, and I'm actually hunting now for the live), Junjou Romantica, and a lot more anime that are talked in the forum. I srsly need money to buy those. And I'm meeting (hopefully) Bianca tomorrow. So I really need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Oh. Oh! I finished writing three drabbles yesterday. Super weird, huh? But I like it. It's super cool that you'd just write what are on your mind without much hassle. And I have another idea again so I might as well write it. I was tempted to write it yesterday night but I got so many things to do. Oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share so these are the complete drabbles I have on my magic notebook:&lt;br /&gt;- Powerless. Will be submitting this any time this week. I guess. I still haven't typed this.&lt;br /&gt;- Close. Which I already submitted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;- Sign. Wrote this one yesterday while watching Apollo 13. O_o&lt;br /&gt;- Present. Not sure about the title. Contains MSN talks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to write.&lt;br /&gt;- Fever (or Pepper). This has something to do with fever and pepper. Obviously. XD&lt;br /&gt;- Closer. Sequel to Close? Let's see. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-8592550975639411153?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/8592550975639411153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=8592550975639411153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8592550975639411153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/8592550975639411153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-money.html' title='I Need Money'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SgAtOjifpbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/awVSo7yb1Wg/s72-c/GEDC0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1339547589865185218</id><published>2009-05-04T06:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:17:34.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 8...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored last night after I finished my 5th drabble for Shades of Crimson. So I decided to take some pics inside our room to have some fun since the cam was just lying around the corner. Our room's pretty dirty now so you won't really see the whole room, just some corners and stuff. So have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in the images for better look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf4wmiq7irI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RTjtTiy9tis/s1600-h/GEDC0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf4wmiq7irI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RTjtTiy9tis/s320/GEDC0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752447553276594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our bed, obviously. XD I sleep on the wall side. The green blanket is mine. And that black notebook is my sister's planner. The book under the blue pillow is Slow Waltz in Cedar Bend. My sister's reading it. Or more like scanning it. She's using the PC while I was taking pics. Sometimes, my brother sleeps with us. Sibling bonding, you know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanna know what's under my pillow? Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf4zEwDBiUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqJkJEUiToU/s1600-h/GEDC0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf4zEwDBiUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqJkJEUiToU/s320/GEDC0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331755165563324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. This was my Science notebook. And since I don't write down notes at school, it's pretty empty. So this is where I write my drabbles right now. And few fanfics that I read before going to sleep. And a pencil. The pen's missing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's open my notebook and see what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf41duJJoxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/06ZK2aIbB1o/s1600-h/GEDC0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf41duJJoxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/06ZK2aIbB1o/s320/GEDC0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331757793572135698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the 4th drabble of Shades of Crimson, Blood. The title of it was supposed to be Tongue, as what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf41dnDLvUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oD6Fx2Tynik/s1600-h/GEDC0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf41dnDLvUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oD6Fx2Tynik/s320/GEDC0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331757791668059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this (above) is my 5th drabble for Shades of Crimson. It's already finished and... I'm just too lazy to type it now. I used pencil and pen for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handwriting isn't really that... hideous. *grabs my English notebook* Here's my handwrting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf41d_AWEDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c9ST0ykasdk/s1600-h/GEDC0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf41d_AWEDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c9ST0ykasdk/s320/GEDC0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331757798098604082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite English notebook. There are lotsa stuff in here, and English was the only subject where I jot down notes. Since Sir Babiera also checks it once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf44q46WDEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fueaVFVPdKM/s1600-h/GEDC0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf44q46WDEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fueaVFVPdKM/s320/GEDC0947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761318336007234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the current state of our room table now. Things are everywhere. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over here is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf44rNBFqzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KzG6YAFMjxE/s1600-h/GEDC0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf44rNBFqzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KzG6YAFMjxE/s320/GEDC0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761323733003058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sanctuary of my printed fanfics. It's under the table and on the foot of the bed. Yuushi bad is such a use. Bianca also own one. The Yuushi bag, I mean. :) She was the one who told me where to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's open the cases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf48MC3ACkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QHWPLe2hocg/s1600-h/GEDC0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf48MC3ACkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QHWPLe2hocg/s320/GEDC0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331765186476902978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and viola! Haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf44rLBNLZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zfj6n-qtjiM/s1600-h/GEDC0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf44rLBNLZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zfj6n-qtjiM/s320/GEDC0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761323196624274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the right side (the sando, lol) of my drawer. There are also fanfics hidden here. Some of them are from FictionPress.com (there are lemons and yaoi) and some are on-going, multi-chaptered fics from FanFiction.net. There are the DVD plastic case of Death Note 1 &amp;amp; 2 and L: Change the World. There are also the carton case of my anime DVDs, it just so happened that VK is on top. XD And the maroon something with a dose of bishounen head (WTF), is my DVD case. Mama and Papa bought it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf4-DJKlVII/AAAAAAAAAFU/BjRiEtoezdU/s1600-h/GEDC0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf4-DJKlVII/AAAAAAAAAFU/BjRiEtoezdU/s320/GEDC0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767232574084226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our room's mirror. And me, of course. XD I was the one who posted the Twilight pic. Then the Prince of Tennis pics were posted by my brother. I just let it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these papers here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf48MfFOQqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/knV2aEJvJ0w/s1600-h/GEDC0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf48MfFOQqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/knV2aEJvJ0w/s320/GEDC0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331765194052747938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...are some of my sister's printed PDF files. Others are hidden inside her drawer.  I took this pic in our sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last pic. I just saw this now as I was transferring pictures from cam to PC. I decided to share. Sendo and Rukawa! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf48MjXd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8gvgKwsZocY/s1600-h/GEDC0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf48MjXd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8gvgKwsZocY/s320/GEDC0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331765195203014034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GMA and our TV. XD I think this was taken two weeks ago. And Miko, my brother, was probably the one who took it. Since hello, who would shot this pic aside from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this post right here. I hope you had fun...? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-1339547589865185218?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/1339547589865185218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=1339547589865185218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1339547589865185218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/1339547589865185218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/05/teehee.html' title='Teehee~'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/Sf4wmiq7irI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RTjtTiy9tis/s72-c/GEDC0965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-3703997652458364059</id><published>2009-04-29T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:17:09.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Having Allergy Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally ate an egg when I was at school last Monday. I didn't know, really. The egg was stuffed with some other food so I didn't see it. I just knew it when I tasted it and that's it. This is really hell if you ask me. I'm not allowed to eat eggs. And chicken. And chocolates. And a whole lot more. Argh.  I was supposed to have my Medical Check-up for my slot confirmation at ADDU yesterday! Now I can't do that. Not during this week, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other things happened. I'm going to check my blood and urine and I don't know what else on the following days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is my allergy has gone worse. Red, different red-shaped spots are all over my body. ALL OVER. Face included. It sucks. So much. There are different countries all over my body, I'm itching, it sucks. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. This really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-3703997652458364059?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/3703997652458364059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=3703997652458364059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3703997652458364059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/3703997652458364059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/04/petal-7.html' title='Because Having Allergy Sucks'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2078946594088818493</id><published>2009-04-26T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:37:20.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Kissed Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Petal 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching Special A this morning and was surprised when "Inner Jun" kissed Kei on the lips in Episode 20. Both are boys, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes literally popped out. I mean, it's not like I was disgusted and all because they're boys &lt;s&gt;hell nooo&lt;/s&gt;, it's just that I was surprised! No one told me about it and I was like O___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special A was often talked about at my school (mostly by freshmen) and I never heard them say Jun kissed Kei  when I went to the photo booth at our school. All I heard was that Hikari could never be number one and blahblahblah. And Colleen also didn't inform me about this. She just told me that Episode 19's nakakakilig and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there. I was just really surprised.  :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags are becoming a pain in the ass so I deleted them all. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2078946594088818493?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2078946594088818493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2078946594088818493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2078946594088818493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2078946594088818493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-kissed-him.html' title='He Kissed Him'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5665515723173011863</id><published>2009-04-25T09:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:38:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 5. Kriselle-inspired post, lol. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:00-7:00 am.&lt;/span&gt; Or so. My wake-up time. No one's really waking me up and it's just weird that I wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:00-9:00.&lt;/span&gt; First part, I just stay on my bed. Or eat breakfast. Or just stand up when Mama's calling me. Watch TV. Do some house chores like sweeping the floor or dusting or watering the garden. (I don't do dishes now. Haha. Allergy, yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00-11:00.&lt;/span&gt; Or so. PC-ing or reading or watching the movie / series my sister is watching... or just doing anything. Then stop to whatever I'm doing when lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:00-1:00 pm. &lt;/span&gt;Lunch. Watch TV. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00-6:00.&lt;/span&gt; PC. Books. Fanfics. Movie. Sometimes sleep. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:00-7:00.&lt;/span&gt; Dinner. Yeah, we eat early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:00-8:00.&lt;/span&gt; Stay inside my room, reading fics... or anything readable. Watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00 onwards.&lt;/span&gt; PC. Read. Write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00-2:30am. &lt;/span&gt;I checked this out last night (or morning?). My usual sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I usually stay inside my room. Really. When I read, I'm inside my room. When I write, I'm inside my room. I'm not a sala person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you've noticed, there's no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching anime DVDs&lt;/span&gt; put up there. It's just that my watching time is always on nighttime. And I can't watch nowadays because it's always raining every night here &lt;s&gt;and I have sooo much to read, too!&lt;/s&gt; But yeah, I really swear to finish all the DVDs I have here (that's... around 6+ DVDs?) before summer ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have these weird death thoughts so as much as possible I'm trying to have my mind be occupied with something. (And reading is just my only sanctuary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Fanfics.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. I'm afraid to say that it's lingering on the M side a bit. Haha. XD But yeah. Everytime I turn on the PC, I always have something to print. I've printed two long (and still on going) Twilight fics. The other one is like 300,000+ words. Yeah. That's three hundred thousand. &lt;s&gt;I'm coupon bond and ink rich, lol!&lt;/s&gt; Some one-shots, too. And yeah, I read online now. Sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*PDF Files.&lt;/span&gt; My sister prints PDF files. And I'm reading them, too. She already printed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories of My Melancholy Whores &lt;/span&gt;and some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Quotable quotes from Grey's Anatomy and One Tree Hill.&lt;/span&gt; Courtesy of my sister as well. I just read Grey's Anatomy quotes since I haven't watched OTH yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Anne Frank: The Diart of a Young Girl.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. I still haven't finished reading this, damn. I just have so many things to read. I think I'm still on page 50 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;And I don't know the others. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watching.&lt;br /&gt;*TV: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Umagang Kay Ganda (is this right?). American Idol. Night news. Other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*DVDs: &lt;/span&gt;Grey's Anatomy. Some award-winning films. (Like righ now, my sister's watching Slumdog Millionaire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing.&lt;br /&gt;*Fanfics. &lt;/span&gt;I'm currently working on my 5th RyoSaku drabble for Shades of Crimson. This is really stupid since I made the non-RyoSaku moments within only minutes and now I'm stuck in making the RyoSaku moment there. And yes, I'm writing it on my notebook. Though I don't really try to write everyday. I hope to finish the drabble before second week of May arrives. &lt;s&gt;This is what I'm talking about. I'm not really a writer.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;*Watch anime DVDs. &lt;/span&gt;For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Yearbook. &lt;/span&gt;I'll be back in doing Yearbook chorse since I wasn't able to go to school last week. So yeah. I'm going to school this Monday and will be probably breaking my monotonous lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;*Piano Lessons. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm insisting this, man!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before typing this post, I've read a really good RyoSaku fic. It's awesome. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5016048/1/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. Since you know, there's not much good fics coming out lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5665515723173011863?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5665515723173011863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5665515723173011863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5665515723173011863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5665515723173011863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/04/copied.html' title='Copied'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-2107135162376256045</id><published>2009-04-23T09:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:39:22.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my red, itchy spots are slowly leaving but my body is still being abnormal. My jaw hurts and I feel like something's gagging me. It like there's a sock in my mouth... or something like that. It hurts every time I swallow something - even water. Or saliva for that matter! &lt;s&gt;It's heavy like it's goiter. D: Scaaary.&lt;/s&gt; My stomach's churning and I just don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I've been pretty obsessed with fanfics (again) lately and I just keep on printing and printing and printing. Sad thing is my sister also prints some PDF files and I'm already out of coupon bonds and ink. Haha. We're quite abusing, don't you think? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-2107135162376256045?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/2107135162376256045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=2107135162376256045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2107135162376256045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/2107135162376256045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/04/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-5943940924565302073</id><published>2009-04-19T09:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:39:18.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SeqEyDsgAmI/AAAAAAAAACI/xIGyQRgKP88/s1600-h/cheaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SeqEyDsgAmI/AAAAAAAAACI/xIGyQRgKP88/s320/cheaters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326215504839311970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheaters&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Girl's Boy&lt;/span&gt;) is actually a Korean film that's full of smexing. Haha. I swear. This film is super Rated M. First, the story revolves around girl one and boy one. And then, boy one actually has another girlfriend other than girl one and girl one also has another secret boyfriend. Girl one actually doesn't want to have smex with boy one, but she's actually effing his another boyfriend. Boy one also has a wife, and this wife also has an affair with another boy who's actually a friend of boy one (a friend slash co-worker). The friend of boy one meets boy one's another girlfriend (no smexin' here). And then girl one's secret boyfriend meets boy one's secret girlfriend in a bar through a common friend. Smex ensues between them (and another, another smex after the first). And here's the thing: the friend of boy one is the brother of the secret boyfriend of girl one. So they're sort of friends. All of them met in a concert. And super awkward scenes followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a funny movie. Pure smex and no depth at all. I didn't mind the smexin, swear. It's just fun because it's stupid. Yeah, yeah. I AM NOT RECOMMENDING THIS. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-5943940924565302073?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/5943940924565302073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=5943940924565302073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5943940924565302073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/5943940924565302073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheaters.html' title='Cheaters'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SeqEyDsgAmI/AAAAAAAAACI/xIGyQRgKP88/s72-c/cheaters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-4124327241193261071</id><published>2009-04-15T20:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:39:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Bath Next Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today without taking a bath. But hey, I washed! XD It's just that I was too tired from yesterday night and I just love my morning hair this morning that I couldn't take to wash it off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, someone quite noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Patrick (yearbook staff) and I were hanging at the Yearbook Office, he asked me if I took a bath. He said it jokingly (or so I thought) so in return, I just smacked him on the shoulder and answered him a playful 'no'. Then later on, we were walking to buy our snacks when he brought up the subject again. He said I didn't had my bath because he's sneezing. I laughed and smacked him again, but this time, I insisted that I took my bath. But anyway, I countered him. I said he's the one who haven't bathe since my allergy (you know, red itchy spots) on my hands were still there and reasoned out that I got it from smacking him. And yeah, we played Word Factory. (Konek?! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining quite hard when we got out of school. Sir and Patrick shared umbrella and Ma'am Mycel shared her umbrella with me. I was actually nervous because Ma'am and I were so close. She smelled so good while I was all sweaty from walking under the sun earlier and no bath at all. (Yuck, I know.) But she didn't seem to mind. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped at NBS to buy bond papers and guess what?! Ahh, there were Twilight Saga Boxed Set displayed! I almost, almost, almost drooled. Holy gods, it's sooo beautiful. So now I want to be rich and buy just one set for me. I then planned on telling Papa about it after I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I reached home, they scolded me right after I opened the door. They said I won't be going to school again because I got home late. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan on telling Papa = ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe some other time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a check-up again tomorrow because stupid red, itchy spots didn't leave after the first check-up. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785319781414996958-4124327241193261071?l=automaticpetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/feeds/4124327241193261071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785319781414996958&amp;postID=4124327241193261071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4124327241193261071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785319781414996958/posts/default/4124327241193261071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-bath-next-time.html' title='Take a Bath Next Time'/><author><name>Ariane.ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00111096088488130160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWrAu5jYIuo/SfJobO9Al1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ekzEUYR2AXM/S220/fallingintomemories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785319781414996958.post-1076964590389987461</id><published>2009-04-10T08:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:38:59.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petal 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new (and hopefully for keeps) blog. 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