<?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-4336295186875280787</id><updated>2011-12-17T21:44:39.856+08:00</updated><category term='Chopin'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='Eva Ibbotson'/><category term='ABRSM'/><category term='Pretty'/><category term='New House'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Review Class'/><category term='Swine Flu'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Quarantine'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='music'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Competitions'/><category term='piano'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Cornelia Funke'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The nasty blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>Really dainty. Really girly. Not really nasty.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.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-4336295186875280787.post-5616267124896667716</id><published>2011-12-11T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:06:04.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School isn't over yet, but I'm already so excited! Look, doesn't this just look so cool? Christmas is everywhere now!! &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvoyzfLup71r6utq8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvoyzfLup71r6utq8o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-5616267124896667716?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5616267124896667716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5616267124896667716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5616267124896667716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2805811542437382087</id><published>2011-11-28T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:39:44.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc7XduXe01U/TtOdDKTWprI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TO5_vAAvcMQ/s1600/DSCN5065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc7XduXe01U/TtOdDKTWprI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TO5_vAAvcMQ/s320/DSCN5065.JPG" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My four-foot pink teddy bear of a high school graduation present. &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2805811542437382087?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2805811542437382087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/marshmallow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2805811542437382087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2805811542437382087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/marshmallow.html' title='Marshmallow'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc7XduXe01U/TtOdDKTWprI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TO5_vAAvcMQ/s72-c/DSCN5065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-1267836030300254230</id><published>2011-11-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:22:02.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Desk Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I managed to clean my desk! I used to have foot-high piles of important papers and junk arbitrarily bunched together, and now they're gone! As of this moment, I am foolishly proud of myself.&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/-xFNrJgc03qk/Tr6YyJTuFyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ReZTfAGl234/s1600/DSC_7502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFNrJgc03qk/Tr6YyJTuFyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ReZTfAGl234/s320/DSC_7502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See that diorama thing pushed up against my wall? It's the Hundred Acre Wood! I think it's super cool, and I can't get enough of it. I'll show you more of it some other time. &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, I found a couple of my old Theology doodles! They were supposed to be notes, but then my prof had this tendency to spend half the class ranting. So they became doodles instead. Good times, good times. &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/-7lcwEogrcso/Tr6ZZsQSQwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TeiG2BZXaKo/s1600/DSC_7457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lcwEogrcso/Tr6ZZsQSQwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TeiG2BZXaKo/s320/DSC_7457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-ra5Ifdl0gyc/Tr6ZlXLBgyI/AAAAAAAAAME/jM_BKjphmKo/s1600/DSC_7462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ra5Ifdl0gyc/Tr6ZlXLBgyI/AAAAAAAAAME/jM_BKjphmKo/s320/DSC_7462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-Eko5HvKKXoQ/Tr6ZtFKkk7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/GXT3GjK9s8M/s1600/DSC_7463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eko5HvKKXoQ/Tr6ZtFKkk7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/GXT3GjK9s8M/s320/DSC_7463.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/4336295186875280787-1267836030300254230?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/1267836030300254230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/desk-duty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1267836030300254230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1267836030300254230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/desk-duty.html' title='Desk Duty'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFNrJgc03qk/Tr6YyJTuFyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ReZTfAGl234/s72-c/DSC_7502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-978231068865738807</id><published>2011-11-06T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:30:52.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>iDog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpdL4msLA1M/TrZ9exFWbyI/AAAAAAAAALc/ktnTPX46TZo/s1600/DSC_7249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpdL4msLA1M/TrZ9exFWbyI/AAAAAAAAALc/ktnTPX46TZo/s320/DSC_7249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-978231068865738807?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/978231068865738807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/idog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/978231068865738807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/978231068865738807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/idog.html' title='iDog'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpdL4msLA1M/TrZ9exFWbyI/AAAAAAAAALc/ktnTPX46TZo/s72-c/DSC_7249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2847558100604988133</id><published>2011-11-01T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:57:23.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty'/><title type='text'>Pooh Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Christopher Robin to Pooh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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/-x6zgZqB9aRQ/Trvl3hN5DTI/AAAAAAAAALk/3N7p-uNUfyE/s1600/Pooh+Mug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6zgZqB9aRQ/Trvl3hN5DTI/AAAAAAAAALk/3N7p-uNUfyE/s320/Pooh+Mug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A mug I found at a Sunday bazaar and have come to adore; next to a Pooh Bear I adore even more. &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1065213455"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1065213456"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2847558100604988133?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2847558100604988133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/pooh-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2847558100604988133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2847558100604988133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/11/pooh-bear.html' title='Pooh Bear'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6zgZqB9aRQ/Trvl3hN5DTI/AAAAAAAAALk/3N7p-uNUfyE/s72-c/Pooh+Mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2153750146080961659</id><published>2011-10-30T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:10:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The fish eggs are gone! I just came down the stairs the other morning for breakfast, peered through the aquarium glass and the rock was clean! Like the eggs were never there! The supposed parrot fish parents were territorial over the rock anymore either. I don't understand any of it, but it really is such a shame that I won't be seeing wee little parrot fish swimming about the in the future anymore. --Unless you know, the mom decided to eat up all the eggs for...safe keeping? Haha Oh well. Such a shame. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kTwVNMFll0/Tq0USqk7QbI/AAAAAAAAALU/Kck_GJPyQ2s/s1600/DSC_7395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kTwVNMFll0/Tq0USqk7QbI/AAAAAAAAALU/Kck_GJPyQ2s/s400/DSC_7395.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the last shot I got to take of the aquarium that night when I first spotted the eggs. Would've made for a nice first family portrait, no?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2153750146080961659?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2153750146080961659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2153750146080961659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2153750146080961659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kTwVNMFll0/Tq0USqk7QbI/AAAAAAAAALU/Kck_GJPyQ2s/s72-c/DSC_7395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4217591106052008628</id><published>2011-10-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:54:07.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1662298493"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1662298494"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7D8fnKRrN6c/Tqlv05-U9vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7f4DSojp_zY/s1600/DSC_7419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7D8fnKRrN6c/Tqlv05-U9vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7f4DSojp_zY/s320/DSC_7419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofvUgNk7ZuM/Tqlv_z1NBQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7Aul91dAzLg/s1600/DSC_7385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofvUgNk7ZuM/Tqlv_z1NBQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7Aul91dAzLg/s320/DSC_7385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzvAv3W2h7o/TqlwHrokhiI/AAAAAAAAALE/P7Brk0C_YTM/s1600/DSC_7377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzvAv3W2h7o/TqlwHrokhiI/AAAAAAAAALE/P7Brk0C_YTM/s320/DSC_7377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Look what I discovered just after dinner a while ago! My parrot fish have laid eggs on one of the rocks in my aquarium! I still don't know what to do with all those eggs once they hatch though. I sure wouldn't want the bigger fish to go preying on them the minute hatch. :| In the meantime though... Photo Op!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-4217591106052008628?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4217591106052008628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4217591106052008628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4217591106052008628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/babies.html' title='Babies!'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7D8fnKRrN6c/Tqlv05-U9vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7f4DSojp_zY/s72-c/DSC_7419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7167476653504078331</id><published>2011-10-24T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:19:40.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty'/><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsfVJCNhCME/TqV_J9_i3_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ofYgnRWKbfA/s1600/DSC_7307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsfVJCNhCME/TqV_J9_i3_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ofYgnRWKbfA/s320/DSC_7307.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-gjoukHecJns/TqV_KwpJB2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/OmXoltb0KzQ/s1600/DSC_7308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjoukHecJns/TqV_KwpJB2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/OmXoltb0KzQ/s320/DSC_7308.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-kQwN9PxLUUE/TqV_L_qLtVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UCH-fqS5ax8/s1600/DSC_7312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQwN9PxLUUE/TqV_L_qLtVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UCH-fqS5ax8/s320/DSC_7312.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-1wY0mS35V08/TqV_Ne_STTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/w9jmgFK9w7A/s1600/DSC_7320.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wY0mS35V08/TqV_Ne_STTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/w9jmgFK9w7A/s320/DSC_7320.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-08baic7OVVw/TqV_O9spbUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_A3oM8_JHiA/s1600/DSC_7326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08baic7OVVw/TqV_O9spbUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_A3oM8_JHiA/s320/DSC_7326.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Five months, five photos of a handful of things made by the one who makes me happiest. &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-7167476653504078331?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7167476653504078331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7167476653504078331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7167476653504078331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsfVJCNhCME/TqV_J9_i3_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ofYgnRWKbfA/s72-c/DSC_7307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-245392479748198155</id><published>2011-10-20T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:30:21.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4howUrrZ1r33zjeo1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4howUrrZ1r33zjeo1_250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So lately, because of my break, I've been thinking. Maybe I can pick up my camera sometime and get back into photography again. Or at the very least, just fool around with my camera enough to see where it goes from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I lost a lot of my old photos when my computer crashed a year or so ago then soon found out that my external hard-drive containing my back-up files were corrupted by a virus. Since then, it all just fell into a decline until I'd only pick up my camera if I was required to do so for some project, errand or otherwise. I sort of miss it though, &lt;strike&gt;minus the accompanying responsibilities I had back in high school&lt;/strike&gt;, so maybe I'll try it out again and see where it takes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-245392479748198155?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/245392479748198155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/245392479748198155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/245392479748198155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/shoot.html' title='Shoot.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-5007799563811091096</id><published>2011-10-17T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:38:28.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty'/><title type='text'>Cause to Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'd like to think that I've earned this break fair and square, much like most of everyone else I know. Happy Sembreak everyone! &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-5007799563811091096?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5007799563811091096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/cause-to-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5007799563811091096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5007799563811091096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/cause-to-celebrate.html' title='Cause to Celebrate'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-8654135814038845222</id><published>2011-07-28T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:29:23.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Don't Try Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkpcbkI2gS1qi4iobo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkpcbkI2gS1qi4iobo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This beagle agrees with me when I say that Chem and Theo in the same day is a bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-8654135814038845222?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8654135814038845222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-try-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8654135814038845222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8654135814038845222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-try-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Try Me'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-1346091505173121580</id><published>2011-07-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:25:53.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>The Stuff of Smiles Everlasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llqc115dNm1qdol9fo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llqc115dNm1qdol9fo1_500.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&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/4336295186875280787-1346091505173121580?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/1346091505173121580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/07/stuff-of-smiles-everlasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1346091505173121580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1346091505173121580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/07/stuff-of-smiles-everlasting.html' title='The Stuff of Smiles Everlasting'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2660110011992440046</id><published>2011-06-24T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:14:40.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Sublime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9753372/tumblr_kpocwgV2ap1qzph89o1_500_thumb.jpg?1305391129" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9753372/tumblr_kpocwgV2ap1qzph89o1_500_thumb.jpg?1305391129" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One month ago today, I decided to overcome my fear of doing something that feels completely illogical to me and my beliefs. It scared me out of my mind, but in the end it consequently turned into my best decision yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, a month later, I still can't quite create the sentences to properly encapsulate what this whole thing is. I find that nothing I put together can really do it justice, saccharine as it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I suppose all I can really is that I'm perfectly happy right now and that I couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2660110011992440046?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2660110011992440046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/06/sublime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2660110011992440046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2660110011992440046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/06/sublime.html' title='Sublime'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4088667152278579213</id><published>2011-03-20T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:30:50.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Captain Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedistilledwatercompany.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/distilled-water-changes-the-properties-of-ice-cubes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.thedistilledwatercompany.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/distilled-water-changes-the-properties-of-ice-cubes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullo Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just so ya'll know, my little brother started his own blog recently! :)) Now either out of pure procrastination or genuine amusement, I am now letting you all know where you can find it. There really isn't much to it just yet seeing as it's new and well, he's twelve. Nonetheless, &lt;a href="http://captainice.wordpress.com/"&gt;here you go&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the reason why I haven't touched this in eons is coz of school. It's finals week next week so now I, as well as all my batchmates and friends, are yea close to short-circuiting out of information overloads. Hopefully by the end of all this turmoil, we get to all come out of this alive and well and full-fledged sophomores. Oh how time just speeds along. Anywho, I've a paper to write for my Lit class so I ought to get back to my school things. (or at the very least, desperately attempt to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty&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/4336295186875280787-4088667152278579213?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4088667152278579213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/03/captain-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4088667152278579213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4088667152278579213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/03/captain-ice.html' title='Captain Ice'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2711422991347743901</id><published>2010-12-31T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:19:01.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ13y2d8HqVnerWTR2ZOegjH4GUHCQ-exLLzbhjTPcf-IJ4J3BT"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 184px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ13y2d8HqVnerWTR2ZOegjH4GUHCQ-exLLzbhjTPcf-IJ4J3BT" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I fear that I have neglected my blog for far too long. :)) Let's just say that this goes to show how much I've been having a blast this year. After all, 2010's been quite the eventful year for me and a lot of my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since last New Year's Eve, I've graduated high school, gone to Australia, turned 17, entered college, met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a ton &lt;/span&gt;of new people, made a bunch of new friends (whom I now adore dearly), joined the Biology organization at my school (BOx) and had my first Beach Clean-Up with them, started and moved up to high yellow belt in Taekwondo, spent my sembreak at Boracay, got locked in my bedroom for 11 hours, and a whole countless load more of things that I was so fortunate to have shared with the people I love being with. (So to all of you? Thanks a ton. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that have happened this year alone that I could only have daydreamed about in the past and now have actually come true. So many things that I only figured happened in movies, books and TV shows because of how cliche, cheesy, and/or unlikely they could come off as being but still came true with the truest of sincerity. (In this case, redundancy is bliss.) Though some things could have definitely been dealt with more smoothly, I still wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I wish that 2011 will shine more brightly for us than 2010 ever could have. Here's to the celebration of peace, love, happiness, and friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;ve,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty&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/4336295186875280787-2711422991347743901?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2711422991347743901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2711422991347743901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2711422991347743901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-256369134597015502</id><published>2010-10-29T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:05:30.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of the Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/10/05/04/balloons,colorful,colors,eiffel,tower,france,french,inspiration,paris,summer,sunny-c0b99025f9e6292c20667e3331ca942e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 184px;" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/10/05/04/balloons,colorful,colors,eiffel,tower,france,french,inspiration,paris,summer,sunny-c0b99025f9e6292c20667e3331ca942e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really been big on traveling via airplane, but at the same time there are a ton of places I'd really love to go to someday. So, as I wait for my turn to enlist for my second semester classes, here's a list of the places I'd one like to one day visit/come back to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paris, France&lt;/b&gt;- I have always, always, &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; wanted to go there. Ever since I was a little girl, I've always loved watching Madeline. She even got me to take up French classes a few summers back. Also, I have a thing for Eiffel Towers and girls in high heels. Hahaha! So you can see how badly I want to go. ☺&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vienna, Austria&lt;/b&gt;- Being a classical pianist, naturally, I'd like to go where classical music thrived the most. Aside from that, I've read a bunch of books that were set in Vienna and I have to say, it sounds really pretty there. I would &lt;i&gt;l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;ve&lt;/i&gt; to go there one day. If it weren't for Madeline, this'd be my #1 Dream Destination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;California, USA&lt;/b&gt;- A have a ton of family members who live there. A large portion of which I haven't seen in sooo long. And some that I've never even had the chance to meet yet! So yeah, it's kind of a given why I'd like to go back there. (I've only been there once before for my 13th birthday back in 2006) Aside from that, &lt;i&gt;how do you expect me to stay away from Disneyland, California Adventure, Universal Studios, and Knott's Berry Farm for so long???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Florida, USA&lt;/b&gt;- Okay, so I don't really want to go to Florida that badly. It's just that it's a lot connected to the latter things I said about Cali. I mean, c'mon. There are a ton more theme parks to be found in Florida, right? Bigger ones too! Not to mention the Harry Potter Theme Park! See, now all the more I can't stay away from &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rome, Italy&lt;/b&gt;- I've seen, read and heard so much about this place from books, movies, TV, and my Dad's numerous business trips there. It just seems so beautiful there, how can I possibly stop myself from longing to one day get be there too?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I think I'll stop there for now. One is because it's almost time for me to enlist. (In like, 2 minutes.) Also because I don't really want to just dump a mega long blog post about my carefree musings just like that. I feel like pacing myself for some reason. :)) Anyway, here's to hoping that I get good classes and prof's, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; that I really do get to go to all these places and more someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-256369134597015502?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/256369134597015502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreaming-of-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/256369134597015502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/256369134597015502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreaming-of-places.html' title='Dreaming of the Places'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3928976330238348398</id><published>2010-10-22T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:03:49.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10722555/252490_10150205048107267_266208837266_7700199_5562675_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10722555/252490_10150205048107267_266208837266_7700199_5562675_n_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We missed our flight. Yup, we missed our flight and had to rebook tickets for another flight practically 5 hours later. See, what happened was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to my alarm clock at &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288701959_0" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;7:30&lt;/span&gt; this morning (and found a text from a friend saying 'have fun at Boracay!' Awfully nice. &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;) and finished packing my things so we could all leave at &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288701959_1" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;9:00&lt;/span&gt;. When I came out of my bedroom at &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288701959_2" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;8:30&lt;/span&gt; to have breakfast, I found my parents still packing. And by that I mean their bags were still empty and they were busy pulling clothes out of their closets. And then they told me we'd be leaving at &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288701959_3" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;9:30&lt;/span&gt; instead. So yeah, okay, fine... And then I find that &lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288701959_4" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;10:00&lt;/span&gt; when we finally get to leaving. :| And the fact that it was raining hard and the traffic was almost at a complete standstill at times didn't help either. :| Anyway, we finally get to the airport at &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288701959_5" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;11:45&lt;/span&gt; for our noon flight and get turned away at the check-in desk. Apparently, they stop accepting passengers 45 minutes before the time of departure. :| :| (I found out later that only a third of the passengers were able to make it through the traffic in time. The rest of the plane was empty.) After killing 4.5 hours (on my iPod, IMing and messaging my friends) I hear over the PA that our flight's been delayed. We'd be ready to take off at 5:15 instead of 4:45. (Uuuggghhh.) So when we finally touched down at Kalibo, I thought I'd just have to go through a quick car ride and it'd all be over. (I get airsick, but we weren't able to get Bonamin so I was seriously out of it in a bad way.) BUT NO. After a car ride that was over an hour long, I find out that we still have to ride a Bangka to get to the island where Boracay is. o_o So on top of me having to supress my urge to collapse in a heap on the floor, I had to swallow it all, look polite, AND RIDE A BANGKA. (And I have this thing against walking on top of planks of wood with water underneath. I feel that I might fall through. So I was pretty irritated throughout all of this. :)) ) I barely even remember much of it though. I was in a very loathsome zombie-mode at the time. :)) Anyway, after another 15 minute van ride, we finally, FINALLY make it to our hotel. And it's actually quite awesome here! The room's huge, 4 double beds (1 for each of us), 2 bathrooms, free Wifi, indoor pool, really pretty interior and frontage, etc. And the coolest part? 5 meters out of the front door, AND YOU'RE AT THE BEACH. It's right. there. Eeek!!! &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dinner was... A feast. And I'm not even kidding. Soup, main (4 viands) and dessert. &lt;i&gt;Stuffed&lt;/i&gt; now has a whole new definition for me. But hey, I'M IN BORACAY!!!! &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3928976330238348398?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3928976330238348398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-missed-our-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3928976330238348398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3928976330238348398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-missed-our-flight.html' title='Boracay'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-5110250240516978793</id><published>2010-07-01T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:37:58.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Genuine Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it's Rec(ruitment) Week at school. I decided to sign up for BOx, (the Biology Organization) and after much persuading from my fellow friends and blockmates, I decided to join and try out for the &lt;a href="http://thebluesymphony.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue Symphony&lt;/a&gt; as well. It is a student-led orchestra in the Loyola Schools and being a pianist, this either means that I get to perform front and center...or not at all. Which, of course, scares the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I read through the applicant's kit that they gave. I read about what I'll be needing for the auditions on Monday, the genres that they usually cover, how they have practice from 4:30 to 8:00PM on Mondays and Fridays, etcetera, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, reading it all got me all the more scared out of my mind and had me wanting to practice all my past and present pieces like a paranoid freak to try to figure out the perfect piece to play in front of them come Monday afternoon. But actually, just the thought of it got my hands shaking and my resolve wavering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I collapse in a heap on my bed, hair splayed and my face embedded in a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nasty, Dad's on the phone for you."&lt;/span&gt; Rom says, sticking his head through the door and handing me the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You must be really tired from last night." &lt;/span&gt;He said before popping back out of my room, referring to my past midnight conundrum over a group lab report. I nodded in reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . . . . . Why do you sound like you were dunked in a vat full of weakness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Dad, I love you too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's his birthday today! ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-5110250240516978793?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5110250240516978793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/07/genuine-concern.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5110250240516978793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5110250240516978793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/07/genuine-concern.html' title='Genuine Concern'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-5069484658685629140</id><published>2010-06-27T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:59:34.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Lessons from the Dinner Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lunch and dinner are probably the most interesting times of the weekend when it comes to my family. I mean, you can really learn a lot from the conversations we have at the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After my brother complained about something hard he was trying to do Mom replied saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is like riding a bicycle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You only fall when you stop pedaling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh yeah? If life is like riding a bicycle, then it can be a pain in the ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Daaad! That doesn't help. xD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we have a take two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is like riding a bicycle: It gets easier once you get over the hill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...And it's downhill from there!" *cue maniacle laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-5069484658685629140?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5069484658685629140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes-from-dinner-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5069484658685629140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5069484658685629140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes-from-dinner-table.html' title='Lessons from the Dinner Table'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-8654433105626589170</id><published>2010-06-24T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:30:04.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Text Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a rather tiresome two hours of English followed by Literature (Having PE as your first class makes everything that follows tiresome, really) I get a text from my father that reads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What time will you be off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you need to be fetched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the average rainfall in Istambul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In August?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Absolutely weary from the day I've had I go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"5, pick me up at Leong Hall, and you complicate everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What? That's all your answered? Sheesh. Okay we shall Leong at 5pm. &gt;:P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I go to the bookstore to buy my textbooks. Arms fully loaded, I find out that their card terminal isn't working. Irritated and annoyed I return the books and text my Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dad, their terminal isn't working for EPS. I am devastated. I can't get my bio book yet! D: Humph. See you at five. :|"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can't?!!! what a travesty! An injustice indeed!- The horror of not getting one's bio book is just unimaginable! 8P&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, thanks Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-8654433105626589170?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8654433105626589170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/text-messages.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8654433105626589170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8654433105626589170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/text-messages.html' title='Text Messages'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-544484418957911546</id><published>2010-06-18T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:04:28.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>At Long Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember that backpack I happened to &lt;a href="http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/05/hours-away.html"&gt;mention&lt;/a&gt; a few times before? Well I finally got to use it  in the Philippines! And for school too! :) *tremendously happy about it* Anyway, here's a photo that I took of it back when I was still in Australia and madly in love with it. (Okay, I think I still kind of am. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TBt4fWieQNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cfNrvZ4dVwk/s1600/DSCN4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 404px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TBt4fWieQNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cfNrvZ4dVwk/s320/DSCN4903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484109451275157714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Backpack. Lakeside at the Moorings, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's been great so far. I've met so many new people, and each and every new character is intriguing and wonderful in so many different ways. I love spending time with my blockmates. I've made a few new friends as well and one, I discovered, happened to be my neighbor just down the street! I still get to see a bunch of my high school friends though, albeit they may just be chance meetings at Mateo Ricci (the study hall, I suppose)  or even just a fleeting glance and smile while walking past a classroom; It's still quite nice just seeing them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say more, but I've got a bunch of other things to get to first before Monday morning arrives. (I'm carpooling now too, by the way!) But all I have to say for now is just that college is turning out to be greater than I ever could have expected and I can't wait for the adventure to continue. (And yes, that means homework and all. ☺)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&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/4336295186875280787-544484418957911546?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/544484418957911546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-long-last.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/544484418957911546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/544484418957911546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-long-last.html' title='At Long Last'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TBt4fWieQNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cfNrvZ4dVwk/s72-c/DSCN4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-5881927255660875792</id><published>2010-06-08T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:40:10.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Day 9, 4:45 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA41m3fcXsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kRfwMWlW1Z8/s1600/DSCN4939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA41m3fcXsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kRfwMWlW1Z8/s320/DSCN4939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480376738403606210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under a tree in Tomakin, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm sitting idly by on my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275998882_1"&gt;bunk bed&lt;/span&gt; in our room in the backpackers accommodation at the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275998882_2"&gt;YHA&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of Sydney's Central. (My, that's redundant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA44WezkrlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iX8sAURoMIA/s1600/DSCN4949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA44WezkrlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iX8sAURoMIA/s320/DSCN4949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480379755434126930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lakeside photos at Tomakin, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA43bi7IuBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KMQ7pFzjaz4/s1600/DSCN4954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA43bi7IuBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KMQ7pFzjaz4/s320/DSCN4954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480378742927308818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A church near Bateman's Bay. No, it does not resemble my house. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We just came from our six-hour bus ride from Bateman's Bay to here and we've got a mere several &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275998882_3"&gt;waking hours&lt;/span&gt; left before our flight back home to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275998882_4"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA42LS8p_wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SG_LMKrBPR0/s1600/DSCN4953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA42LS8p_wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SG_LMKrBPR0/s320/DSCN4953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480377364249181954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cows graze in the fields from my bus window,&lt;/span&gt; Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right now though I'm just waiting for Mom to send a few emails for work so we could go out and buy some souvenirs. Rom's with her and Dad's taking &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275998882_5"&gt;bird's eye view&lt;/span&gt; photos of the city from our bedroom window. All the Lights are off too since they cast reflections on the window. So... I'm really feeling the boredom right now. I just wanna get out and find myself some tiny souvenir koalas or something (Yes Elina, I haven't forgotten). Even just going out to watch the pedestrians walk past is fine with me since foreigners have always intrigued me. But... I still wanna do something more than that though. Most especially since this is my last day (evening, really) in &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275998882_6"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;! (and by default, my last few hours before &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275998882_7"&gt;motion sickness claims&lt;/span&gt; and renders me completely useless and in constant agony in the plane) --Ooh! Mom's back! Out we go!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-5881927255660875792?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5881927255660875792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-9-445-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5881927255660875792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5881927255660875792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-9-445-pm.html' title='Day 9, 4:45 PM'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA41m3fcXsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kRfwMWlW1Z8/s72-c/DSCN4939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-8925351848485869800</id><published>2010-06-08T19:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:12:49.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Day 7, 8:54 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4ooAw7FYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OB_bKUM0zOw/s1600/DSCN4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 432px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4ooAw7FYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OB_bKUM0zOw/s320/DSCN4854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480362464421549442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Messages in the sand, Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Broullee Beach yesterday. It. was. just. too. cold. A week before winter, and my family decides to go to the beach. Brilliant. *rolls eyes* Uncontrollable shivers and chattering teeth aside, it was spectacular there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4p9ZrXvvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5DHnc0fyOfs/s1600/DSCN4846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4p9ZrXvvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5DHnc0fyOfs/s320/DSCN4846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480363931398029042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got there just before sunset, so it was perfect watching it all happen.&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4r9bTtK2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4nPuAaczmUw/s1600/DSCN4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 422px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4r9bTtK2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4nPuAaczmUw/s320/DSCN4869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480366130858896226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broullee Beach at sunset. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, that of course, meant that the temperature was dropping too as the sun was fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4pMfyaLrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vC45ImMfAKI/s1600/DSCN4849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4pMfyaLrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vC45ImMfAKI/s320/DSCN4849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480363091224571570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What became of my mother. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely even speak even if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; have control over my jaws! It was just magnificent. The kind of Natural Geographic scenes that you think can't actually be present at the stops you make on your family vacation.&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4q8zTPwwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cOsmAgh_PFY/s1600/DSCN4865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4q8zTPwwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cOsmAgh_PFY/s320/DSCN4865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480365020607922946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset at Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It must be wonderful surfing though.&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4tIr4VK_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uGThRFNgcRM/s1600/DSCN4863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4tIr4VK_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uGThRFNgcRM/s320/DSCN4863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480367423797668850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autumn surfing at Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, once you get over the cold.&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4tg7ir-hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4VlNI_AsG_Y/s1600/DSCN4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4tg7ir-hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4VlNI_AsG_Y/s320/DSCN4879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480367840318716434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeding off of my father's body heat, Broullee Beach. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to surf facing that kind of magnificence? Priceless.&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4zN6iL3ZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4V8kPCbL6Lo/s1600/DSCN4861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 408px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4zN6iL3ZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4V8kPCbL6Lo/s320/DSCN4861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480374110700428690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too bad that it has to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4rdafQARI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aVqIv9iwr4o/s1600/DSCN4874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4rdafQARI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aVqIv9iwr4o/s320/DSCN4874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480365580883067154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the brink of dusk, Broullee Beach. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we went to the Mogu Zoo today. It's so interesting going to an Australian zoo. They have sooo many animals I've never even seen or heard of before. And I've already gone to several zoos back home. The thing with our zoos though, is that a lot of the time the animals don't even look loved. They just look fed and taken care of and stuff. But just enough. Just enough to be healthy (or even just alive sometimes :|) just enough to be sheltered. But the animals I saw today were so happy! And so used to people too! :) I saw &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275995765_1"&gt;white lions&lt;/span&gt; today. And servals! And a kangaroo, and I got to feed deer! And I got to see otters and red pandas-- oh they're all so cuuute!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&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/4336295186875280787-8925351848485869800?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8925351848485869800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-7-854-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8925351848485869800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8925351848485869800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-7-854-pm.html' title='Day 7, 8:54 PM'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4ooAw7FYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OB_bKUM0zOw/s72-c/DSCN4854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7861424526019867809</id><published>2010-06-08T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:10:34.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5, 5:45 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA5BEZmM_HI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ggvn0SBbmQU/s1600/DSCN4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA48m7bbAQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZqStYQDdm4E/s1600/DSCN4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480384436041875714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA48m7bbAQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZqStYQDdm4E/s320/DSCN4909.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 416px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 312px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just oustide our rooms at the Moorings, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was quite the trip getting here to the Moorings. We had to take a bus to Bateman's Bay from Sydney Central. And then from there we had to rent a car and drive the rest of the way to Tomakin where the resort was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA5BEZmM_HI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ggvn0SBbmQU/s1600/DSCN4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480389340402875506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA5BEZmM_HI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ggvn0SBbmQU/s320/DSCN4946.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 413px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 308px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our rented Hyundai Magnus lakeside at Tomakin, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;/span&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/4336295186875280787-7861424526019867809?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7861424526019867809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-5-545-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7861424526019867809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7861424526019867809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-5-545-pm.html' title='Day 5, 5:45 PM'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA48m7bbAQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZqStYQDdm4E/s72-c/DSCN4909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4463433077707286288</id><published>2010-06-08T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:09:45.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Day 4, 10:28 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4j811kxbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o1qopoNaW9g/s1600/DSCN4892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 415px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4j811kxbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o1qopoNaW9g/s320/DSCN4892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480357324707382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking out our bedroom window at the Moorings, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm seventeen! In both countries! (I was awake when it turned May 20 in the Philippines but fell asleep before it hit midnight in&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_1"&gt; Australia&lt;/span&gt;. Just waaay to tired after the whole adventure of getting around &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_2"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; by ourselves and stuff.) it's so nice spending the morning of your birthday at the Manor. It's a bed &amp;amp; breakfast so you kind of end up mingling with the rest of the guests in the mornings. (Australians are all so nice. I mean, they all greet you in the hallways and stuff. I think i'll tell you about them. It's such a friendly place here!) the woman who runs the place mostly (she's a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_3"&gt;blue eyed blonde&lt;/span&gt; named Sandy in her forties or so) remembered it wasmy birthday! She was the first Australian to greet me. And she gave me a gift too! (she's just too kind) it's a glass block with the city of Sydney lasered into it. Complete with the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_4"&gt;Opera House&lt;/span&gt;, Harbor Bridge, and several of the sky scrapers. And a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_5"&gt;hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;! (even if Sandy says that though she's been born and bred in Sydney, she's never seen a balloon fly near the bridge) There's also this old man who answers the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_6"&gt;crossword puzzles&lt;/span&gt; in the newspaper everyday. He's such an amusing fellow. He's bald on top and the rest of his hair is white. He's got glasses and a crooked smile and always has a dark blue jacket on. He's got this pleasant personality so he always greets us in the halls, he makes conversation so easily but still very polite... And he remembered it was my birthday too! He even sang to me, he's so sweet. Anyway, we call him Mr. Crossword Man. (but never to his face though) there's also a tall man who's staying here who's got a beard, light brown hair, a very very low but smooth barritone and likes to read the paper with Mr. Crossword Man as he answers the crosswords out on the patio while having a smoke. He reminds me of House actually. Mostly because he too has a bad leg so he walks around with a cane, rubber shoes and a backpack slung over one shoulder. The other women at the Manor really aren't that interesting (other than Sandy, I mean) but there was a Pinay there. :) her name's Marilyn (at least that's how all the Aussies were saying it) and she works the evening shift at the reception. Other than her and Sandy, the other women there are just plain and uninteresting to me. One of them's even a bit mean. Anyway lastly, there's another blue eyed blonde at the manor. He's tall, thin and somewhere in his twenties. He's also very kind and quite a happy person. Oh, and he's cute. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4kZ0itO1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/077pH0Dhx8k/s1600/DSCN4957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 429px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4kZ0itO1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/077pH0Dhx8k/s320/DSCN4957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480357822576016210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Packing for the Moorings at Ashfield Manor, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to the Premier bus service place to book our ride to Bateman's Bay where, from there, we could make our way to the Moorings. On the way there, (it can no longer be avoided, this happens everyday) we got lost. We ended up at a park near Central where there were huge trees everywhere, park benches (complete with long-bearded hobos on some of em) and a couple making out on a blanket in the middle of a field. After we got bearings and booked the ride, we went on a ferry headed for Manly. (yes, Manly) we took the front seats on the deck and it was FREEEEZING!!! But at least i got an amazing view of the Harbor Bridge and Opera House again! :) And once we actually GOT to the Manly Harbour (yeah, everything's a pun here. Like my name. :| "Nasty look! The Manly Harbour!") there wasn't much to do anyway coz it was past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_7"&gt;6:30&lt;/span&gt;. (yeah, it's like a ghost town around here at night. Like, 75% of the stores around here close by &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_8"&gt;6:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;. :|) So after having a walk around the Manly Warf, we took another ferry back to&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_9"&gt; Circular Quay&lt;/span&gt; and just headed back home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-4463433077707286288?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4463433077707286288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-4-1028-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4463433077707286288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4463433077707286288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-4-1028-pm.html' title='Day 4, 10:28 PM'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4j811kxbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o1qopoNaW9g/s72-c/DSCN4892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-6557265677106860961</id><published>2010-06-08T18:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:10:24.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Day 3, 9:49 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4gSQuBOGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N4g2sZCfE6U/s1600/DSCN4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4gSQuBOGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N4g2sZCfE6U/s320/DSCN4883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480353294654191714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken on the shores of Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just spent today walking around Sydney practically turning my feet into icy stumps. Yesterday we went on the train for the first time. Totally awesome stuff. I mean, okay... It's probably not. But considering the kinds of stuff I get to do back home, this is just too amazing. =)) anyway after buying ourselves some scarves,) we took the train down to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_1"&gt;Town Hall&lt;/span&gt; for the afternoon and just window shopped. And today, we sort of did a bit of the same thing. We took the train to Town Hall again, but then hopped on a bus that could take us to the&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_2"&gt; Australian Museum&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we stopped by the St. Mary's Cathedral (Absolutely beautiful. I don't understand why our churches couldn't look like that too) then we went to the Royal Botanical Gardens. It's a wonderful place to just pass the afternoon away. You could just wander in it forever and look up and down at the endless varieties of trees and plants interspersed with benches, drinking fountains (they've got wicked drinking fountains) and little greenhouses/institutions. I absolutely loved it there. (Although Carissa, I kind of doubt you would. It's... Kind of a nature person's haven. xD) And we got to see the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_3"&gt;fruit bats&lt;/span&gt; sleeping in the trees! There were tons of them-- like several hundred or more! A lady from the museum told us about them. They love to sleep in the botanical gardens in the day, and fly off at twilight towards the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_4"&gt;Sydney Opera House&lt;/span&gt; and beyond to a place that has a helluva lot of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_5"&gt;fruit trees&lt;/span&gt; where they feed during the night. I've forgotten the name of the place they fly off to though, sorry.&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/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4g3T0SMlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_q4EsTCASf8/s1600/DSCN4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4g3T0SMlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_q4EsTCASf8/s320/DSCN4870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480353931140936274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad and his mega-camera at Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went off in the bats' direction too. :D Maps in hand, we braved the autumn cold and city streets for the Sydney Opera House. And we found it! (I was the first to spot it :&gt;) it was so pretty. At the time, they were using pink lights. So it was a partially pink opera house! (yeah, okay, I seem to be the only one so happy about that) Aaand, just a few kilometers away from the opera house... Was the Sydney Harbor Bridge!! That too was magnificent. I've seen it on an episode of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275993646_6"&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt; once where a couple of the models had a photoshoot on top of it. :O Anyway, we had a little photoshoot of our own with Dad and his mega-camera so today ended pretty well. We trudged back home to the Ashfield Manor on buses, trains and our hands and knees completely exhausted, cold and bloated with adventure. :) G'night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&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/4336295186875280787-6557265677106860961?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6557265677106860961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/taken-on-shores-of-broullee-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6557265677106860961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6557265677106860961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/taken-on-shores-of-broullee-beach.html' title='Day 3, 9:49 PM'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4gSQuBOGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N4g2sZCfE6U/s72-c/DSCN4883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-6819393635119820547</id><published>2010-06-08T16:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:59:37.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Day 1, 5:50 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4coxANOnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T39R30iirh0/s1600/DSCN4833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4coxANOnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T39R30iirh0/s320/DSCN4833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480349283231021682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrapping up tight for a day out in Sydney. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spent my first day in Sydney, Australia. It really is quite the jump from our 34 degrees since it's about 17 here. My flight here was pretty good considering how things were on my last trip, four years ago to the States. We all had our own little monitors with a remote with the usual airplane buttons on one side (reading light, help, etc.) while the other side of it had an entire qwerty keyboard plus the usual game console controls. I spent most of the beginning of my trip playing Bookworm (I'm such a nerd) until the plane started to lift off and my head felt all weird. (the Bonamine considerably lessened my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275984850_1"&gt;motion sickness&lt;/span&gt; though compared to last time) actually, I think all hell broke lose when the plane started its descent after 8 hours of being in the air. The tablet wore off by then I'm certain, so yeah. Still not as bad as last time though. :) But THEN, I find out that we were in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275984850_2"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt; and we had a connecting flight to Sydney pa. So thank God Mom decided to bring extra Bonamine, right. xD Anyway, I was hoping since my next flight was just an hour long that I'd be perfectly fine with the Bonamine recently popped in my mouth etc. But no, I just HAD to be the freak that I am. xD I got as far as deciding to listen to the wide range of albums they had of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275984850_3"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275984850_4"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275984850_5"&gt;The Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt; and so many more... Until I fell asleep and woke up near the end of the flight. The descent still sucked for me, but now I'm fine :D... If not for being a little deaf in one ear coz it still hasn't popped (yes, up to now; 7 hours since the airport) and maybe a little dizzy if I stand still too long. But trust me, I'm fine. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4dHRUcGKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pdnnTKNF_3k/s1600/DSCN4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 461px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4dHRUcGKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pdnnTKNF_3k/s320/DSCN4837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480349807301892258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look! We brought our teddies, Blueberry and Strawberry along. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were asleep the whole afternoon actually, reveling in the opportunity to rest horizontally this time. It's in the morning that we got a cab to Ashfield Manor (it completely freaked me out that we were in a right-sided car [pfft, is that what it's called ba?] and like, everyone was on the "wrong side" of the road. Hahaha) and then walked around til we found a nice Chinese noodle restaurant for lunch. :) it's so cool watching the pedestrians pass by/walk alongside us. Because though majority of them would be Australian, quite a number of them would be Asian and Indian. And ALL of them would be dressed so nicely. I mean with the knee high leather boots, patterned tights and leggings, THE most awesome &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275984850_6"&gt;leather jackets&lt;/span&gt; and a huge variety of scarves-- I just couldn't get enough of the people around here! =)) anyway, we're about to go out for dinner. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&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/4336295186875280787-6819393635119820547?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6819393635119820547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-550pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6819393635119820547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6819393635119820547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-550pm.html' title='Day 1, 5:50 PM'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4coxANOnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T39R30iirh0/s72-c/DSCN4833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-1188875944335443567</id><published>2010-06-07T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:10:51.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>G'day Mates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TAzU6UyLUhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mB-BycgsNa0/s1600/DSCN4860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TAzU6UyLUhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mB-BycgsNa0/s320/DSCN4860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479988945079718418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken on the shores of Broullee Beach, Australia at sunset. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I have returned from my ten-day trip to Australia. Actually I've been back for a while now, but with so much catching up and things to do I never got to update you all about it 'til now. I promised to keep you all updated and I am so sorry that I wasn't able to do just that. Internet was hard to come by while I was there and even then, it was never for free. So I apologize for that. :( However, *winks* I kept my hopes up the whole time so I continued writing posts all throughout my trip nonetheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll get to posting them soon enough but in the meantime, here's basically what went on while I was there: ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 1- First Day in Sydney Australia, Check in at Ashfield Manor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 2- Take the train and visit Town Hall for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 3- Sight-seeing around Sydney: St. Mary's Cathedral, Australian Museum, Royal Botanical Gardens, Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney Opera House, Sydney Harbor Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 4- My 17th Birthday! ♥, Booked the bus tickets to go to Bateman's Bay, Took the ferry to Manly and back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 5- Took the bus to Bateman's Bay, Rented a car and drove to the Moorings in Tomakin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 6- Go to Mogo Bazaar, Broulee Beach, and (indoor) swimming at the Moorings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 7- Go to the Mogo Zoo, First try at tennis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 8- Visit Moruya, Play tennis and fail at it miserably&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 9- Traveled back to Sydney, Checked in at the YHA Backpacker's Accommodation, Our last night in Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 10- Fly back to Manila&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-1188875944335443567?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/1188875944335443567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/gday-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1188875944335443567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1188875944335443567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/gday-mates.html' title='G&apos;day Mates!'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TAzU6UyLUhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mB-BycgsNa0/s72-c/DSCN4860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4727932506983972751</id><published>2010-06-05T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:14:30.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A Book, Some Friends, and Three Bags of Popcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4l1q1-Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eclHktPI6i0/s1600/DSCN4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4l1q1-Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eclHktPI6i0/s320/DSCN4850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480359400520442706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken on the shores of Broullee Beach, Australia. Summer Vacation 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My two best friends, &lt;a href="http://andjelly.tumblr.com/"&gt;Elina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://symphonika.tumblr.com/"&gt;Carissa&lt;/a&gt; came over today to hang out around the house. We were planning to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's but never really got 'round to doing it. Instead we just goofed off in my bedroom eating popcorn, dancing to Phoenix, (and a number of other bands and artists. I love my friends' iPods, they always have something nice to play that I've never heard before. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;) laughing over crazy Muse YouTube videos, and the general absurdities that come along with the three of us getting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About halfway into the afternoon I went off to my bathroom and when I came out, I found that I was alone in my bedroom and my two guests have disappeared to who-knows-where. Soon enough Elina bursts in laughing hysterically and throwing herself at my closets. I, completely clueless, try to leave my bedroom but instead receive a volley of screams from Carissa in the gym crouching over something covered in... ribbons. Right away I could tell where this was going, so I left them to it. Eventually, after much screaming, laughing, and shrieking on their part, they reentered together singing Happy Birthday to me (all the while choking down bouts laughter, of course) while holding a present wrapped in green and...lots of ribbons. :D They got me &lt;a href="http://www.saragruen.com/water.html"&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/a&gt; by Sara Gruen, a book I have been wanting and looking for to no avail for years now. So yes, it was my turn now to laugh, scream and shriek. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we watched a video my Dad edited together of my family's summer vacation in Australia (one I promised to give a detailed account of actually. :\) and I told them how one day I'd like to go on a trip abroad with them. I missed them terribly while I was at the beach there, and several other times over the course of the 10 days I was gone. But every time, I kind of wished that one day we could all just go off somewhere and share those sublime moments together on the beaches of Australia or the streets of New York or...wherever! It's just something I'd like to do one day with them, years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you guys! For the book, coming over, hanging out, and everything in general. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&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/4336295186875280787-4727932506983972751?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4727932506983972751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/water-for-elephants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4727932506983972751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4727932506983972751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/water-for-elephants.html' title='A Book, Some Friends, and Three Bags of Popcorn'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/TA4l1q1-Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eclHktPI6i0/s72-c/DSCN4850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7489843258024967238</id><published>2010-06-03T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:58:51.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>About an hour and a half ago, the time slot for my online enlistment began. I'm in a science course so I only really got to choose one class for myself, and that was PE. This is more or less how things turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh! It's almost time. 'Kay, I'll go turn on my computer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12:55- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(While waiting for Firefox to load up my homepage)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Almost time! :D *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:56- &lt;/span&gt;*glances at the clock,  notices internet connection*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O_O YOU'RE KIDDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Internet cable is not connected."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!!!! &lt;/span&gt;*scrambles to check all cables behind the computers and routers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1:05- (After reconnecting a wire or two) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew! Ooookay, let's get to it.&lt;/span&gt; :) *logs in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:20- (After updating my student information, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear, why do I have to write down my address half a dozen times for pity's sake. &lt;/span&gt;) *starts looking for Table Tennis classes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:22- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What? I don't understand. Why won't it--oh, it's conflicting with English. That's fine, there's one other class left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1:23&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Huh? Invalid pa rin? But-- Oh, Filipino this time. Fine...Uh-oh. I haven't actually thought of alternatives. *&lt;/span&gt;bites bottom lip* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah, the first Table Tennis class had 12 slots just a minute ago! Now it's down to eight?!&lt;/span&gt; *feels the pressuuuure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:24- (While looking through the other classes) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_o Oh no, all the other easy ones are out... Badminton? Aerobics even? Yoga too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:27- *&lt;/span&gt;a little panicked&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Dad? Pick one, Dancesport or Arnis? I wanted to do ping-pong but the classes conflict with the rest of my schedule and all the easier ones like yoga and badminton are out butbutbut...well I think I can do these ones....Daddy? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nasty, I should probably&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tell you now that I'm wearing ear plugs.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" O_O *&lt;/span&gt;looks over and indeed, he's wearing them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* DAAAAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:38- *definitely panicked now* Dad? Dad. DAD! All the leftover classes for Dancesport AND Arnis are conflicting with my schedule. Now what?...Physical Fitness for Women? "&lt;/span&gt;Nasty, you should probably cover your ears now, since I can't shut the door." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;grunts coz he isn't helping&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* (...&lt;/span&gt;Then he proceeds to drill into the wall of the room I'm in)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What the--Aaagghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:45- Dammit, I've tried several already and they all conflict. Even with INTAC 1! Whatever that is, and I have 0 units for that! UGH! &lt;/span&gt;*scrolls down the list again*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; o_o OH. MY. GOD. I better not get stuck with Swimming. I can't even swim for pity's sake! &lt;/span&gt;*grapples onto computer desk with one hand and scrolls down furiously with the other*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drilling&lt;/span&gt; isn't helping me EITHER!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00- No. No. This can't be so. No. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what it's come to.... Tap Dance?? Nooooooo!!!!! *clicks* Oh! It's conflicting too! :D OH DAMN It's conflicting too. D8 *hyperventilates* BASTA. HINDI. PWEDE. ANG. SWIMMING!! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:05- Ohmygod, okay, I'm seriously desperate na. If this doesn't work, Judo and Muay Thai na. *clicks Taekwondo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2:05.5- (While waiting for it to load) *prays fervently and grips at computer desk*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2:06&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- No? FINE. Stupid Math. Okayokayokay, there's one more Taek class left. *&lt;/span&gt;breathes erratically*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dammit I need to pee now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:06.5- *prays fervently, shrinks into chair, crosses fingers, chews on bottom lip, legs clamped together*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2:07&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEEEEESSS!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Ohmygosh, ohmygosh. Oh. My. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; submits enlistment*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2:08- (While looking at the Tuition Assessment Form) *laughs senselessly and is at the verge of tears* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's done! It's over!&lt;/span&gt; *laughs some more, wipes away a tear* O&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmygosh, what is wrong with me. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:10- (After texting Mom about the tuition payment details, but still very worked up) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I can submit! *deliriously happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Your Request Cannot be Processed at This Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2:11- (While freaking out on my mother via text)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: OH MY GOD. It says "your request cannot be processed at this time." I will pass out. Ahhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Mom&lt;/span&gt;: "Just refresh or try again. Your PC might be detecting your stress. Breathe deep. Relax. Think straight. This will go fine."&lt;br /&gt;*contemplates on the times my stress has made bad things happen to me. Like when a stick fell from a tree and right on my head. I had a lump for a day or two.* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh fine, I'll give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:16- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay? It's done? It's... fine? Like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; done?&lt;/span&gt; *scared to feel happy again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:22- (While staring at my printout of the Tuition Assessment Form) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...It's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh hell, I think that might have just been the single most infuriatingly stressful thing that's ever happened in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Oh for all the love in the world---&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS HAPPENS EVERY SEMESTER. O_O *crumples in a heap on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-7489843258024967238?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7489843258024967238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-my-luck.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7489843258024967238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7489843258024967238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3499372694931090249</id><published>2010-05-16T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:12:00.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Hours Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.classicluggage.com/HartmannVintageLuggage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 158px;" src="http://www.classicluggage.com/HartmannVintageLuggage.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, so I guess I wound up in front of my computer again anyway. xD I've already got my luggage packed and ready (which by the way, I had to bring over from my old house because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; we left it behind and forgot all about it. So yeah, this morning before going off to buy myself a pair of gloves I passed by my old house to dig up the stroller bag I used when I went to the States four years ago.) and my new backpack (Wuhoo. :"&gt;) all filled up with things to twiddle with during my 8-9 hour flight. We'll be leaving the house in an hour so I've only got so much time left before shutting down my computer and virtually the rest of the house as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I add something first though, before all panic breaks loose over whether or not I've forgotten something? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had one hell of a time trying to pack. &lt;/span&gt;I mean first of all, how does one salvage enough outfits suitable for autumn to last ten days? We're talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; here after all: the one who hasn't really shopped for clothes for herself in who-knows-how-long. o_o So I go around throwing my arms up at my pitiful mess of a closet and the mound of clothes and supplies on the bed trying to smoosh it all in one stroller bag and one (totally awesome) backpack. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then&lt;/span&gt; after numerous "YES! I did it! *zips up all my luggage* *laughs triumphantly* *looks down and sees my slippers looking all forlorn*....NO! DAMNIT! *unzips all my luggage. With malice.*" and several other similar incidents I finally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finish packing. :D Anyway, the reason why I wound up on the computer was coz I had to print some booking confirmation thingamajigs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I must go. For real this time. I've got 45 minutes left now, so I've got to get dressed (in long sleeves o_o)  and tidy up a bit before leaving. See ya'll soon! Ciao! (Haha, I don't actually know what Australians say when they're about to leave. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My flight's at 9-something tonight in case you were wondering. Bye! ☺&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/4336295186875280787-3499372694931090249?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3499372694931090249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/05/hours-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3499372694931090249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3499372694931090249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/05/hours-away.html' title='Hours Away'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7040852421464748328</id><published>2010-05-15T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:11:33.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>See you all soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://minnesotagal.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/airplane1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 143px;" src="http://minnesotagal.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/airplane1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so excited for tomorrow. I don't think it can come fast enough! But anyway, this is probably the last time I'll be able to use my computer before leaving for Australia tomorrow afternoon. I heard that we'll be in Sydney the whole time going from place to place on tours and whatnot so I'm not even sure how often I'll be able to get back to a computer while I'm there. Anyway, I promise to update you all as often as I possibly can. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Trinoma today to buy some supplies (and wore my most summer-y clothes since I'm saving my clothes for the Australian autumn) and then ended up buying the most awesome backpack I've ever seen. :O --okay no, it's probably not. But it's really awesome compared to the other backpacks I've seen around so that's got to count as something. And! I plan to use it in college. I'm excited about that actually. Getting to use my backpack. Heeheehee. :) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got to go. Still have to buy gloves tomorrow and pack... AND PACK! I'M LEAVING TOMORROW AFTERNOON AND I HAVEN'T PACKED! O_O Wait, I don't even know where my suitcase is! I still have to UNEARTH the thing! o_o Oh no. ohhhhh no. no no no no no. o_o Now tomorrow's coming way to fast for me now. Good grief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I make the deadline! See you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&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/4336295186875280787-7040852421464748328?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7040852421464748328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/05/see-you-all-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7040852421464748328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7040852421464748328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/05/see-you-all-soon.html' title='See you all soon!'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-6564826882324783105</id><published>2010-04-28T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:59:54.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you are...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bofnetworx.co.za/images/stories/neat-freak%20finger%20with%20ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 154px;" src="http://bofnetworx.co.za/images/stories/neat-freak%20finger%20with%20ribbon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sometimes find it rather unfair when I get in situations where I bump into someone I've met once briefly, and they seem to remember me and my name perfectly well and I on the other hand, am struggling just to remember the first letter to his or her name. I can recall the face pretty well to when, where and with whom I've met him or her, but I find that the name that goes with the face simply escapes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then here I am, completely crippled of an easy conversation because of my lack of an excellent memory. And there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are, expectantly waiting for me to continue an easy conversation because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh you know, it's just so easy to remember someone named Nasty. &lt;/span&gt;:| I mean, really? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reeaally? &lt;/span&gt;Okay, fine. I agree. It is terribly hard to find someone else named just like me. Even the rest of my names aren't that common either. It's still not fair though. I mean, that just leaves me screaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about meeee?! Don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; get some hint for whichever name it is I'm forgetting this time? :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But no. It shall never be. I am condemned to a life requiring excellent memory because everyone else doesn't need one to call up the name Nasty in their minds whenever they see me. Good Grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I still get happy whenever I hear people who aren't my friends call me Nasty as casually as ever. That they've accepted it with a sense of normalcy that shouldn't be existing with them yet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Well, I've got to get back figuring out who exactly it was I bumped into yesterday. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-6564826882324783105?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6564826882324783105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6564826882324783105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6564826882324783105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-you-are.html' title='And you are...?'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-452565409160462928</id><published>2010-04-25T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:28:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father-Son Moment</title><content type='html'>My Dad and brother went out to the Sunken Garden recently so the latter could learn how to ride a bike. And just like any child learning how to ride a bike, my little brother fell. Dad came to his side to pull him back up and while doing so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so, why do fall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Because we're wimps?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha--...No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so we won't do it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus resumes the father-son bike-riding session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-452565409160462928?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/452565409160462928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/04/father-son-moment.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/452565409160462928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/452565409160462928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/04/father-son-moment.html' title='A Father-Son Moment'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3116857961593992003</id><published>2010-02-01T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:49:29.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Purely Detrimental</title><content type='html'>I'm not being healthy. I'm seriously not being healthy right now. It's the last afternoon of my last day of my long weekend, and it might possibly be the worst time to be unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of work to do for school, for my music, for my bedroom, and I haven't done much of anything at all. (Okay, that's not entirely true. I went out yesterday to buy curtains and a dress.) But the thing is, the stuff that really count right now (particularly my research paper in English) hasn't budged at all since last Tuesday. And now, It's going to be Tuesday again tomorrow and I still haven't quite gotten it all done. (or anything done, for that matter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've resolved to continue being unhealthy, I might as well mention that I watched the Grammy's this morning. :) Isn't music just so awesome? I think it is. Last night, my family and I had dinner out at a Japanese restaurant then made a quick trip to a nearby Fully Booked. On the way home, I saw a billboard that said "Life Without Music is a Mistake." And you know what? I completely agree. I don't think I've ever gone a day -or will ever be capable of going a day- without music. If that should ever happen, I bet I'd be clinically depressed or something... *quite a long pause* yeah, I really can't imagine an music-less day. Oh gosh, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; depressing. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's 3:33PM now. I really should at least be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;to be healthy again. And hopefully, I'll be finished with all my work before dinner. (Pffft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh good grief! I've just realized how much I've neglected my blog. My calendar still features November! o_o (If that gets updated in the next few hours, it's easy to tell who still isn't being productive.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3116857961593992003?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3116857961593992003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/02/purely-detrimental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3116857961593992003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3116857961593992003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2010/02/purely-detrimental.html' title='Purely Detrimental'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2632886670419084339</id><published>2009-12-01T20:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:23:10.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Loathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sph.umich.edu/apihealth/2006/broken%20vase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.sph.umich.edu/apihealth/2006/broken%20vase.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a virtue, it's a beady-eyed son of a sadist that's out to get absolutely anyone who's trying to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having it with you is the most torturous thing you can ever have when you're dealing with all things supremely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And no, this has nothing to do with my scales and today's piano class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It likes to poke at you over, and over, and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes pride in itself whenever you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this close &lt;/span&gt;to shouting in aggravation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also likes to throw haughty glares at you whenever you're able to tolerate it, like you just won in a game of chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll start poking you again. But this time with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It laughs when it sees your blood curdling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lets out a hellhole of a cackle just for your personal anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it flashes you with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most&lt;/span&gt; infuriating grin of self-gratification as you turn to give it a vicious glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what it does, you can't afford to get rid of it once and for all because you know in your gut that you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has everything to do with my scales and today's piano class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2632886670419084339?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2632886670419084339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/12/loathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2632886670419084339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2632886670419084339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/12/loathing.html' title='Loathing'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-8086545441817560016</id><published>2009-11-28T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:25:46.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://stantonhomefurnishings.com/images/FOA0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="https://stantonhomefurnishings.com/images/FOA0100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After almost two months, I've finally gotten myself to start unpacking some of my books and placing them in my new* bookshelf in my bedroom. I'm not entirely sure if it can hold all my books actually. Coz according to the book inentory, I have over two hundred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't even seen all my books in quite some time. As I mentioned &lt;a href="http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/04/instigation.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, I began packing them in boxes months ago for when we finally move. And now is the time to undo all my efforts and place them back on bookshelves for all to see. You know, I never even realized I had so many book series! Because I'm trying to figure out how to arrange my books, I had to make sure that all the Harry Potter's, all the Chronicles of Narnia, all the Series of Unfortunate Events, and soooo many more, had to be arranged next to each other and in order. I didn't realize how tricky placing books on shelves could be! xD Anyway, I'm still glad I get to do it. I can't imagine how screwed up it'd be if someone else arranged them. I even strategically placed them so that the Harry Potter series was both above and in front of the Twilight series. (Mwahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I've only been able to unpack less than a hundred of them. I've decided to temporarily give up. :D I'll probably get to the rest of them tomorrow...or some other time. xD I dunno. :D Anyway, lunch awaits! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-♥--♥--&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;--♥--♥-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Okay, it's not actually new. We bought years ago from Dapitan I think, and then put it in the library in my old house. I only called it new since it's in my posession for the first time. :D Oh, and it's wrought iron too, so I don't think it ever actually looked new in its life. xD&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/4336295186875280787-8086545441817560016?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8086545441817560016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/11/books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8086545441817560016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8086545441817560016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/11/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-1031645185998969096</id><published>2009-11-27T17:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:22:30.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Google's Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/Sw-ejrFHwOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hZxkuqGbCTY/s1600/DSCN0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/Sw-ejrFHwOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hZxkuqGbCTY/s400/DSCN0998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408716013192069346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a photo I took of Google on the landing of the staircase in my old house. It's his second birthday today! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was really busy this week. Not the bad kind of busy though, but the fun and really productive kind of busy. (Okay, maybe I'm just generalizing a tad too much. I felt like screaming for &lt;a href="http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-i-go-again.html"&gt;mercy&lt;/a&gt; a few times, after all.) Anyway, here's basically what happened that's making me love this week so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But before anything else, you have to know that there are two Shih Tzu puppies outside my window, plopped down on the sidewalk because they refuse to walk the rest of the way back to their home and have forced their uhm, 'walkers' to plop down with them until they feel like moving again. They're spoiled little creatures, but they're just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; adorable!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I got invites to watch a special screening of New Moon the day after at Shang. My &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Twihard)&lt;/span&gt; aunt's schedule clashed with that of the screening's, so I ended up bringing Carissa with me. The movie was better than we expected, but now I find myself thinking of Taylor Lautner a little more often than I would like. (Hah!) Anyway, it was nice really nice to get to go out with Carissa again after I don't know many weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, the class and I started to work on our research papers, looking for books in the library to use as our sources. For some reason I've always liked going around the library, walking up and down row upon row of bookshelves searching for a certain book. (Though honestly, I have more fun when I'm not looking for any book in particular. ;P) so then naturally, I ended up finding something not related to my paper at all. I ended up borrowing Presenting Miss Jane Austen; a biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I went out again with Carissa. ☺ We watched a classical concert at the Marian Auditorium of the Metro Manila Community Orchestra with guest (Singapore-based Filipino)  pianist Alfred Tiu. I found it really nice. :) (But then I think I say to every single classical concert I watch, so I'm not entirely sure if it even counts anymore, haha) Yet again, it was really nice to be able to go out again with Carissa...and have a chance to get all dressed up. Heehee ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The 'walkers' have decided to drag the poor little precocious puppies along whether they liked it or not. They're gone now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is Friday. The beginning of a long weeked for me to read my two borrowed books, (yes, I borrowed another this afternoon entitled The Mozart Season) catch up on my lessons, practice the piano, (I cringe at the thought of doing my scales and arpeggios) (I've been practicing them religiously everyday by the way. Quite the feat for me and my temper, really.) and have dinner out. ☺ Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&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/4336295186875280787-1031645185998969096?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/1031645185998969096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/11/googles-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1031645185998969096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1031645185998969096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/11/googles-second.html' title='Google&apos;s Second'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iB6eJ5LQJvo/Sw-ejrFHwOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hZxkuqGbCTY/s72-c/DSCN0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-700283340796689967</id><published>2009-11-18T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:26:15.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABRSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Here I Go Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__Le_vMi7wPE/RvPWW6-kOLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/dJ4jiwNPgH8/Royal_College_of_Music_-_April_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 202px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__Le_vMi7wPE/RvPWW6-kOLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/dJ4jiwNPgH8/Royal_College_of_Music_-_April_2007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A photo of the actual Royal School of Music all the way in Prince Consort Road, London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the Music Center again just yesterday...as always, and I saw that they posted the schedule for this year's RSM Practical Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm getting 15 minutes this year since I'm taking the Grade 5 exam. Wanna see my schedule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;La Porte Hall, Music Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;12:41 to 12:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom's first words after I recited it to her were "Huh. They must be German."(Haha! That's actually what I said before I took my first practical exam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, now I'm as scared as ever now that there are only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twenty days left. &lt;/span&gt;So from now on I'll be practicing (My Scales and Arpeggios!*) the piano as often and as seriously as ever. Oh how nerve-wracking these things are! D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-♥--♥--&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;--♥--♥-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*   To those who know me well enough to know how often I've cried a plea for mercy because of these, brace yourselves for heaps more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just hate practicing my scales!&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/4336295186875280787-700283340796689967?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/700283340796689967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-i-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/700283340796689967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/700283340796689967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I Go Again'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/__Le_vMi7wPE/RvPWW6-kOLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/dJ4jiwNPgH8/s72-c/Royal_College_of_Music_-_April_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7442098511239471883</id><published>2009-09-03T18:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:08:25.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I ♥ Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lcassorla.home.comcast.net/%7Elcassorla/blog/uploaded_images/Bleeding_Heart_1-745862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 127px;" src="http://lcassorla.home.comcast.net/%7Elcassorla/blog/uploaded_images/Bleeding_Heart_1-745862.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having the Songfest this school year was really awesome, 'specially since it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much more fun to get ready for with my classmates from IV-7. :) We won first place!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so maybe those last two sentences totally made  it sound  like the whole thing was awfully cheesy. xD But really,  it wasn't at all like that. We had so many snags along the way that during the finals, we were already anticipating our loss before the judges had even finished making up their minds! (Amongst ourselves, just before the results: *petrified expression* "Guys, it's  going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;" *grapples onto the arm rests and shrinks back into our seats*) I mean, we had tons of absentees and tardees (What. xD) during our numerous practices, a few classmates lied to us in our faces, it took us ages just to get everyone together and ready to actually begin practicing, (that, of course, involved our president and vice president yelling at us every step of the way.) and even then not everyone there was really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;seriously practicing! o_o ...But I still found the whole thing fun though. xD And we were able to pull through on top in the end anyway! :&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But seriously, I don't think we would've gotten anywhere without our president, vice president and wicked awesome conductress. Actually, they're all wicked awesome. But I think our conductress was the most wickedly awesome of the bunch during the Songfest. xD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Amongst ourselves, just before the results (again): *accepting defeat* "Guys, kahit si Ellen na lang yung manalo. Dapat si Ellen manalo." *bites lower lip, crosses fingers* *announcement about the best conductor automatically coming from the 1st placers* "NO!" *petrified expressions*) Anyway, in the end she did win best conductor! So, yay Ellen! 8D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm just overly happy about what happened this week. xD But whatever, I love my class anyway so I don't mind showering them with my affection on the internet. Haha! Go Seven! I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;U!&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/4336295186875280787-7442098511239471883?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7442098511239471883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7442098511239471883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7442098511239471883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-seven.html' title='I ♥ Seven'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3988307362899050930</id><published>2009-07-18T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:40:29.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'>Carissa + Karissa = ☺</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/vintage-letters-de-1274240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 189px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/vintage-letters-de-1274240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom said that since the fence of our new house is done, we could start working on the garden. But because of the typhoon that caused DepEd to suspend classes yesterday, we couldn't start planting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; already. I asked her last night if we could at least start on the grass, and she said yes. So this morning, I was set on looking for the number to &lt;a href="http://www.bulacangarden.com/"&gt;Bulacan Gardens&lt;/a&gt; so we could ask if they had enough Bermuda Grass in stock for us to fill up least two-thirds of our garden. And so, I &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://givoogle.com/"&gt;Givoogled&lt;/a&gt; (Yes, Givoogled. It's exactly like Google, but more charitable. ☺) Bulacan Gardens and was able to find their number. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juuust&lt;/span&gt; needed some paper to scribble their number on and I was good to go. I was looking for my note paper with the dragons printed on it in my desk drawer when I found Karissa S.'s palanca letter to me from last school year's retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I completely forgot about what she wrote in there. It was really nice to read it again though. Especially since she's my classmate again this year and we're groupmates in practically every subject. Haha. Anyway, she wrote some funny stuff about me in there. Said that I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decent, prim and proper. &lt;/span&gt;For some reason, I found that really funny. She's such a nice person. And so interesting too! I've never met anyone before who's gone to NASA's site numerous times (and even wrote to them too -I think!) because she wants to be an astronaut someday. She's prob'ly one of the reasons why I'm not too terrified of the thought of taking up Molecular Biology and Biotechnology for college. I'm really glad that we got to be close friends. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, after reading and rereading Karissa's palanca, I remembered why I had to rummage through my desk drawer in the first place and resumed the hunt for my dragon-printed note paper...until I stumbled upon Carissa P.'s palanca letter to me from last year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now this letter...this letter was odd. xD Really nice and all, but still odd. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you are having a dandy at your retreat right now (haha, dandy), &lt;/span&gt;I don't think I've ever received a palanca letter from either of my best friends that didn't make me laugh out loud when the rest of my classmates were already reaching for their tissue boxes. xD Anyway, she also said a few things that were a somewhat like what Karissa said in her letter. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossibly practical and &lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose-to-Jesus-like supportive&lt;/span&gt;) Although slightly more exaggerated, I should think. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really like being friends with those two. xD I find it impossible to hang out with either one of them and not have a great time. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you two! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's practically six now. And I finally found the dragon-print note paper I've been "looking for"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was on my computer table all along. I'll just call Bulacan Gardens tomorrow instead. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Tomorrow's a Sunday! They aren't open on Sundays! O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3988307362899050930?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3988307362899050930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/07/carissa-karissa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3988307362899050930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3988307362899050930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/07/carissa-karissa.html' title='Carissa + Karissa = ☺'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7110090323437098910</id><published>2009-06-17T20:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:08:43.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarantine'/><title type='text'>Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2558064721_451c3a3d95.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2558064721_451c3a3d95.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today has been equally, if not more, upsetting than yesterday. And to think, I have eight more days of this to go. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as soon as I was through with breakfast, (strawberry yogurt and a Washington apple) I didn't really know what to do so I just curled up on the sofa in the library and read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Second Summer of the Sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;. At around 10:15AM, Mom got a call from my brother's school saying that they were sending him home and quarantining him for 3 days. o_o Apparently, he's been boasting and telling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; about his sister being quarantined for ten days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And I'M her roommate!!" *grins* &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if he realized what he was doing when he said that... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the time that the sun was going down, I finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Second Summer&lt;/span&gt; and well...It was a sad book. A nice one, but it was still sad. Still though, I can't wait for this wretched quarantine to run its course so I could get out of here, go back to school, and buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls in Pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my seashell anklet broke a while ago while I was changing my position on the sofa. :(&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/4336295186875280787-7110090323437098910?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7110090323437098910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/06/two.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7110090323437098910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7110090323437098910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/06/two.html' title='Two'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2201447327216949418</id><published>2009-06-16T13:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:44:27.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarantine'/><title type='text'>Quarantined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1220/1349183678_39c7cdd7a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 183px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1220/1349183678_39c7cdd7a1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 1:52 PM on a Tuesday right now. On an average day, I'm still supposed to be in school. But just about three hours ago, my classmates and I were being sent home so we could be quarantined for ten days. Apparently, one of my classmates has swine flu. She came to school yesterday but was sent home after just a few hours because she had a few of the symptoms, I think. Anyway, today at school she was absent... I s'ppose I should write about what exactly happened today, huh. Well, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 2nd period today, we were having our music class. Well...they were having music class. I was all way on the other side of the galaxy have piano class at the Music Center. When I got back though, my classmates (or what was left of them) told me that several of them were taken to the clinic during Music. Apparently they took everybody who had direct contact with my sick classmate. (8 of them in total, I believe.) Anyway, about 15 minutes into our 3rd period, Mrs. De Guzman comes in and tells us all to bring our hand sanitizers, masks &amp;amp; recess, evacuate the classroom, and proceed to the Physics lab on the 3rd floor while she had our entire classroom  disinfected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time 4th period was supposed to begin, my classmates and I were hanging around the hallway outside our classroom asking ourselves if it was okay to go inside again and if the rumor was true that we (IV-7) were all going to get quarantined. Soon enough a couple of nurses came by and ushered us all inside our classroom while handing out surgical masks. They said that we were all going to be quarantined for ten days and that we should start contacting our parents so we could be picked immediately.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then we each had to get our temperatures taken and recorded while we waited for our fetchers to arrive at the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I got the text from my fetcher, I was led to the clinic by one of the nurses at our classroom. The long and quiet walk from my classroom all the way to clinic was rather... depressing. I don't want to be quarantined. :( And if I really had to be, why just one section while the rest of my batchmates continued on with their lessons? This made me, and the rest of my classmates, rather upset. I mean, not only are we being left behind by 10 days worth of classes, but we're also not going to be able to see any of our friends around. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was heading downstairs, I heard a few of my batchmates talking near the drinking fountain. They were talking about us. Just then I realized that I was pouting behind my mask. Probably from what everything that I was thinking of. and I suppose it showed in my eyes because just when I was close enough for them to see my masked face and all my school things with me, one of them suddenly gasped and took an involuntary step back while her two other companions just stared at me with wide eyes. As soon as I turned the corner, I just started to laugh. It just hit me then how much of a 'high school drama' all this was starting out to be. :)) I mean, I do realize this is real and all and I really shouldn't be laughing at it. But I guess since all this is happening already, and is completely out of my control, trying to find a little bit of humor in this won't really make much of a difference, will it? :)) I mean seriously, from that 'scene' over there at the drinking fountain? It's like they saw a bloodsucking leech stuck to my face or something. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...How upsetting this all is. :( Wishing you all the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="obmessage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2201447327216949418?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2201447327216949418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/06/quarantined.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2201447327216949418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2201447327216949418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/06/quarantined.html' title='Quarantined'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1220/1349183678_39c7cdd7a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3098391167189974869</id><published>2009-05-21T12:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:24:08.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review Class'/><title type='text'>Sixteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm sixteen now! :) I just finished thanking everybody that greeted me over the 'net and now I'm just surfing the 'net to pass the time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As of present, I'm still not done celebrating my birthday. Yesterday, as I've previously mentioned, I celebrated my birthday with my classmates at the review. :) The cake was simply awesome and everybody l♥ved it. ;D It was a white vanilla dome cake from &lt;em&gt;Cheesecake etc.&lt;/em&gt; and it had chocolate chips in the inside and pink icing all over it (It's so cool coz Mom was able to get them to make it pink instead of the original brown icing. Thanks M♥m!) with a cherry on top. Mmm... ;D I feel bad though that two of my classmates were absent. &lt;strong&gt;Because they totally missed out on the awesomeness that was my cake.&lt;/strong&gt; *cough, cough* I meant, they weren't able to join everybody else yesterday while taking up Trigonometry...and celebrating my birthday. xD If either of you are reading this, I'm so sorry. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, last night my family and I went out to have dinner at a nearby Japanese fusion restaurant. (Omasake) It's the same thing I did with my family last year actually. xD But I still liked it nonetheless. ;D (I don't think anybody can go wrong with Japanese for my birthday actually, now that I think about it. xD) And then right after we went home and watched American Idol. :) I think it was a nice way of ending my day. Haha! :D Actually this morning, before I even used the computer, I watched the Finale. &lt;strong&gt;Go Kris Allen! &lt;/strong&gt;I'm actually pretty happy with how it all turned out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to go have lunch. And then maybe later on this afternoon, I'll figure out what to do to celebrate with my friends. :) Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3098391167189974869?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3098391167189974869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3098391167189974869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3098391167189974869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen!'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-1114936241818759969</id><published>2009-05-18T19:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:33:40.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review Class'/><title type='text'>Two Days to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="https://shop4silver.com/images/boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="https://shop4silver.com/images/boxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, it's my 16th birthday on Wednesday. :) And just like last time I mentioned it, I still don't know what I'm going to be doing. I've been thinking about it for eons with my best friends but we can't seem to stick to a plan for one reason or another. The most plausible plan we have so far though is for us to watch Duplicity at an SM mall somewhere. But even that plan doesn't seem too plausible. For one, SM malls aren't really the sorts of malls we'd be allowed to go to by ourselves. Another is that one of my best friends is having trouble going out when it doesn't have to do with her review classes or debate thingums. Sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The upside though is that I'm going to celebrate my birthday for the first time with classmates around. Since I was born in May, I always celebrated it in the middle of summer vacation with my family and best friends. But now I'm &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; going to have other people around! :O Haha! I feel so silly right now. xD Anyway, I'm going out tomorrow to buy a cake for me &lt;em&gt;and my classmates&lt;/em&gt; (Heehee!) from Cheesecake. I'll bring it to class on Wednesday and I'll serve it over recess. Gee, I wonder how much of a tribulation it'll be for me to serve and eat my cake in under the 15 minutes we're given for the break. O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;finished inking this drawing I made a while ago. I'll prob'ly start coloring it in a bit. 'Til next time! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15 year-old Nasty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-1114936241818759969?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/1114936241818759969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-days-to-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1114936241818759969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/1114936241818759969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-days-to-go.html' title='Two Days to Go'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-8598475491531620056</id><published>2009-04-25T13:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:32:08.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review Class'/><title type='text'>The Review Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, just a few moments ago, my internet was fixed. :D So now I am free to go about my usual virtual galivanting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I came from my review class at Diliman Access. So far, it's been going well. There are fourteen of us altogether; eight boys and four girls. I spend four hours there three times a week reviewing different topics that'll be needed for the exams. Sometimes it'll be fun and interesting enough for me to want to participate, :P but then again sometimes it'll be either really boring or really brain draining that I end up counting the seconds as they crawl past. o_o I've made friends with most of them anyway, so it makes things a little more pleasant. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday today, so I'm pretty much free to do whatever I please. I haven't quite figured out what yet though. I'll probably just read another book. I've been reading a lot actually. But then, I think I'm always like this when there's no school. xD Although this time, I really should slow down. Because I've been packing and logging in all the books we have, I've only left myself with a little over a dozen books that I haven't read yet. And, well, I don't know how long that'll last. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we're already up to book #460 in our book inventory. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-8598475491531620056?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8598475491531620056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8598475491531620056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8598475491531620056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-class.html' title='The Review Class'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3497255919206459696</id><published>2009-04-09T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:34:21.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'>The Instigation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artsjournal.com/bookdaddy/Home_Photo_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://www.artsjournal.com/bookdaddy/Home_Photo_books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Packing up practically everything in my house to move to another is obviously no easy task. I've only barely begun and already I can tell how ridiculously hard it is to get done; especially since I've lived here all my life, and my parents ever since they got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past few days, I've been packing up and logging in the books in my parents' room, the library, and a few from my room. Mom got this idea of making an inventory of all the books that we own so that in the future, we don't have worry about trying to remember if we already own a certain book before buying it...again. And I guess it just seemed cool to actually have an inventory of all the books we owned. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've already filled up two balikbayan boxes with 280+ books and I'm far from done. o_o I've already logged in and packed up 3/4 of all the books in my parents' room, 1/3 of all the books in the library and....1/8 (?) of all the books in my bedroom. Mind you, all the books that have come from my room so far are all my brother's. I still haven't touched any of mine yet. o_o And, well, I have two overcrowded bookshelves, an equally overcrowded side table, and two piles of books on the floor about a foot and a half high. As it is, I'm quite sure that we're gonna end up filling up the four balikbayan boxes we bought a few days ago with books alone. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you know what? I'm just talking about books. xD I still haven't&lt;em&gt; begun &lt;/em&gt;to think about all our clothes and bags and shoes and computers and televisions and, and-- Oh, dear. My brother's only barely made a dent with all the DVD's we have! Hmph. I can't wait to just get this whole thing done and over with already! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3497255919206459696?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3497255919206459696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/04/instigation.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3497255919206459696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3497255919206459696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/04/instigation.html' title='The Instigation'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-157225566356737357</id><published>2009-04-02T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:30:45.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABRSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'>Summer Affairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pinkcakebox.com/images/big-cake501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://www.pinkcakebox.com/images/big-cake501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doesn't this cake just suit me perfectly? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now as misleading as the title of this post sounds...no, I am not planning on getting into a relationship anytime soon. I am using its &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; definition. :P That aside, I am now going to list down everything significant during my summer vacation this year. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piano Classes&lt;/strong&gt;- Yes, I am going to the Music Center this summer to have my piano classes. :) Thankfully, this will help me speedily get through all the lessons I need to take up for the ABRSM exam at the end of this year. Also, &lt;strong&gt;my little br♥ther&lt;/strong&gt; will be joining me. :) He is ten years old has already begun learning how to play the piano for a few months now here at home. We just wanted to know if piano playing was something he would agree to do and take seriously, before we enrolled him in a 'proper' school instead of hiring someone that offers lessons at home. He was assigned to my piano teacher too, so I hope he doesn't say or do anything that'll embarrass me or anything! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review Classes&lt;/strong&gt;- Alas, I am now starting to feel old at the tender age of 15. Haha! Unlike most of my batchmates who are or will be turning 17-18 this year, I'll be turning 16. So, even if I am younger than most girls in my batch, I will be doing the same things that they will be doing too; which is...reviewing for the &lt;strong&gt;college entrance tests&lt;/strong&gt; later on this school year. Mom believes that there is no need for me to take review classes at all actually. But then I got her to think about it, and she agreed that maybe not having proper practice will give me a disadvantage come exam day. So, she said that I could take &lt;em&gt;a few&lt;/em&gt; review classes; which suited me perfectly. :D I'm already looking and asking around for good review centers near my place(es) that offer packages with minimal hours. I found one already that offers 65 hours. I'm hoping to find a smaller one still though. Maybe 32 or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving&lt;/strong&gt;- For the past year or so now, my family and I have been building a new house for us in the Loyola Grand Villas. And now the time has come for us to be making our finishing touches just before we move in sometime in late April or early May. It will definitely be awfully strange and exciting moving out of the house I'm in right now. I've lived here all my life and the kind of neighborhood I live in now is the absolute opposite of the one I am &lt;em&gt;going to be&lt;/em&gt; living in. In a good way. :) I can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sixteenth Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;- As I mentioned a while ago, I'm younger than most of my friends, so I'm one of the last ones to turn sixteen. My birthday's on the 20th of May so I'll already be living in my house along Brazil. ;) Anyway, I still haven't got a clue on how I'm going to celebrate my &lt;em&gt;Sweet Sixteenth&lt;/em&gt; just yet. So you guys, any suggestions? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll pro'lly write about these things again, but whenever something significant comes up. :P Have a happy summer everybody!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nasty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-157225566356737357?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/157225566356737357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-affairs.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/157225566356737357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/157225566356737357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-affairs.html' title='Summer Affairs'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7971438975159574580</id><published>2009-02-26T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:28:22.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABRSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Death by Scales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a Thursday today. The day I have my piano class at the Music Center. You know, I usually enjoy piano class. I love being able to learn new pieces to play and techniques to master so that I could sound better whenever I play. But today was just horrible. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 80% of what I did at piano class today had to do with my scales. And I'm not particularly fond of scales either. : Nothing's actually wrong with scales, it's just that...they're scales. You just go up, then go down while following a certain set of rules. Nothing's interesting about it! In fact, I find it quite tedious to have to learn to play so many! Not to mention memorize all their respective key signatures and fingering! Humph. I honestly have no idea where I'm supposed to get the--the initiative to actually accomplish all of that! I mean, as I've mentioned before, I'm getting ready to take the 5th grade practical piano exam next school year. And since I just finished with my 3rd grade exam, I have to work twice as fast so that I could learn everything that's being taught in both 4th and 5th grade in time to be ready to take my exam at around Christmas time. And I haven't even &lt;strong&gt;begun&lt;/strong&gt; on my &lt;strong&gt;Music Theory&lt;/strong&gt; yet! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my actual piano playing, my knowledge of music theory has to be just as sharp. The problem with me is...I'm only wholly interested in actually playing the piano and making music. &lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt;, getting me to answer my music theory homework dutifully isn't at all that easy either. --I still do, of course; because I know it'll do me some good when I learn more complicated pieces. &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;, I still definitely &lt;strong&gt;do not &lt;/strong&gt;enjoy actually doing it. And what's worse is that, unlike my pieces, I still haven't finished my lessons for 3rd grade music theory. Hence, not only do I have to finish learning the lessons of both 4th and 5th grade thoery, I am still yet to finish my lessons in 3rd grade too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. Oh well. Sanity don't fail me now! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-7971438975159574580?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7971438975159574580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/02/death-by-scales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7971438975159574580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7971438975159574580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/02/death-by-scales.html' title='Death by Scales'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4815920284748774106</id><published>2009-02-23T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:27:46.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Early Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To those who are close friends of mine, you already know that my sixteenth birthday is set on the 20th of May this 2009. Well, yesterday my Dad gave my birthday gift already. He probably got the idea of getting it for me because of I told him that next school year I was going to be the president of the Photography Club at school just a couple of days ago. I bet that gave you a pretty good idea of what my Dad got me, huh. Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Dad got me a 10 megapixel Nikon D40X DSLR. :D Before yesterday, the camera I used was a 7.1 megapixel Nikon Coolpix S200 point&amp;amp;shoot. My Dad got me that for my last birthday too. :P So anyway, after he gave it to me we went to U.P. to try it out. On the way there, he gave me a 15 minute crash course on how to use it properly. How to toggle with this and that, and which mode to choose depending on the situation. Stuff like that. So when we got there, I was all set and ready to go take photos. 'Course being the way I am, I was as shy as ever about clicking away in a place as busy with life as U.P. is on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I hope to be perfectly comfortable with clicking away in public places. For now though, I'm going to relish actually having my own DSLR and learn to use it to the best of its capabilities. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-4815920284748774106?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4815920284748774106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-birthday-gift.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4815920284748774106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4815920284748774106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-birthday-gift.html' title='Early Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-5920502970925451436</id><published>2009-02-20T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:27:26.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABRSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chopin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Daydreams and Nocturnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For as long as I've been dreaming of playing those long and complicated piano pieces, Chopin's works have been present in my iTunes library. I have all sorts of pieces by him. I have etudes, waltzes, nocturnes, mazurkas and even his funeral march! (Yes, I know, I'm strange.)Anyway so when my piano teacher told me last Thursday that I was doing pretty well with the pieces she had previously assigned to me for my 5th grade ABRSM practical exam pieces, I was immediately assuming that she was going to give me more pieces to learn. (Yay!) But then, she goes on saying that maybe what she had assigned was too easy for me. And that instead of just skipping one grade (We were planning on making me jump from the 4th grade to the 5th for next year's exam) I should skip two! Hence, making me consider taking up 6th grade piano right away. The news, of course, thrilled me to bits. But then when I found out that the 6th grade exams required me to know &lt;strong&gt;every single scale that ever was invented&lt;/strong&gt;, I quickly turned down the offer. (Knowing that my weakest point during exams is the scales, I knew I wouldn't last long enough to know all the major scales alone O_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so after we both agreed that my handicap at learning my scales was going to be a problem, she did what I first expected her to. She said that she was going to assign me a piece. And not just any piece. She was going to look around the music library for a nice &lt;em&gt;Chopin Nocturne&lt;/em&gt; that I could learn next. When I left my practice room that day, I was practically hyperventillating with excitement. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, &lt;strong&gt;I can't wait!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-5920502970925451436?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5920502970925451436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/02/daydreams-and-nocturnes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5920502970925451436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/5920502970925451436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/02/daydreams-and-nocturnes.html' title='Daydreams and Nocturnes'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4420512418412911493</id><published>2009-01-20T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:38:46.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva Ibbotson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>A Countess Below Stairs by Eva Ibbotson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.citrusflavored.net/images/21PsuuJQwjL._AA_SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.citrusflavored.net/images/21PsuuJQwjL._AA_SL160_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪♪♪ [out of 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second book that I read over the Christmas break. I liked it so much that all I did for two days pretty much involved just reading and eating and sleeping. Although I found the story confusing at times, it was just because Ms. Ibbotson gave everybody names even though they didn't play that big a part in the story. And since they were quite a lot of them (she named virtually every person in the neighborhood like the dressmaker, florist, priest, and all that) it could get quite puzzling on which person she's talking about at at a certain time since there were so many characters that you have to keep track on. The nice thing about it though was that it had this sense of realism to it since you got to hear all about what Ms. Ibbotson's "A Countess Below Stairs" World was going though. You didn't only get to hear about the protagonists and their excursions, but what's happening around them as they go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the parts that were supposed to be romantic and flirty and stuff were written pretty nicely since it wasn't at all oozing with clichés or anything like that. Overall, it was a pretty nice book to read. :) Probably not that nice if you only read tidbits of it at a time. (It'll be harder to keep track of the characters and their stories) Still though, I wouldn't mind reading it again sometime soon...if I had the time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the synopsis that can be found on the book's jacket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;After the russian revolution turns her world topsy-turvy, Anna, a young russian countess, has no choice but to flee to england. penniless, Anna hides her aristocratic background and takes a job as servant in the household of the esteemed Westerholme family, armed only with an outdated housekeeping manual and sheer determination. Desperate to keep her past a secret, Anna is nearly overwhelmed by her new duties-not to mention her instant attraction to Rupert, the handsome earl of Westerholme. to make matters worse, Rupert appears to be falling for her as well. As their attraction grows stronger, Anna finds it more and more difficult to keep her most dearly held secrets from unraveling. And then there's the small matter of Rupert's beautiful and nasty fiancée. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-4420512418412911493?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4420512418412911493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/countess-below-stairs-by-eva-ibbotson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4420512418412911493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4420512418412911493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/countess-below-stairs-by-eva-ibbotson.html' title='A Countess Below Stairs by Eva Ibbotson'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-6251748158188847624</id><published>2009-01-11T11:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:36:09.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cornelia Funke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Dragon Rider by Cornelia Funke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9781400090921&amp;height=150"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9781400090921&amp;height=150" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Rider was the first book that I read during my Christmas break. And it was a pretty nice book to read too. The plot was fascinating enough and its characters and dialogues were witty too. But the thing is, I think the book was targeted to a younger audience since its language and general atmosphere didn't really seem...up to par with what a fifteen year-old might want to read. I think it'll be much more appreciated by a nine to thirteen year-old though. That said, I think it should deserve a pretty good rating, like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪♪♪ [out of 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's its synopsis that can be found on its jacket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A dragon. A boy. A journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firedrake, a brave young dragon, his loyal brownie friend Sorrel and a lonely boy called Ben are united as if by destiny. Together, they embark on a magical journey to find the legendary place where silver dragons can live in peace for ever. With only a curious map and the whispered memories of an old dragon to guide them, they fly across moonlit lands and seas to reach the highest mountains in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, they discover extraordinary new friends in unlikely places and a courage they never knew they had. Just as well, for the greatest enemy of all is never far behind them – a heartless monster from the past who’s been waiting a very long time to destroy the last dragons on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-6251748158188847624?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6251748158188847624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/dragon-rider-by-cornelia-funke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6251748158188847624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6251748158188847624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/dragon-rider-by-cornelia-funke.html' title='Dragon Rider by Cornelia Funke'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-6376711885526435163</id><published>2009-01-09T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:56:43.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABRSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>A Cancellation</title><content type='html'>Like I said, I went back to the Music Center yesterday to drop off my Music Theory homework and to possibly get my new piece. I didn't get to do the latter bit though. My teacher (Mrs. R) told me that the Piano Competition I was supposed to participate in got postponed to next school year since this school year is already brimming with events and interruptions. And you know, I don't think I mind that much. I'm not really that enthusiastic for it just yet. I didn't grow that fond to my competition piece yet either. It's rather...monotonous in emotion. If you know what I mean. I was supposed to be playing "May, Sweet May". I'm not sure if it's by Schumann or Schubert though. I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've begun studying my three new pieces that I will play for next year's ABRSM exam. :) Okay no...just two. I want to change the first one...I'm not that fond of it. But then if I can't...I'll just stick to it, I suppose. I'll post my final list of Grade 5 RSM pieces as soon as it's official; meaning after I change the first one. :) 'Till then, I'll just keeping on practicing my two other pieces and finishing up my Music Theory grade 3. Did I mention that I'm skipping a grade? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-6376711885526435163?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6376711885526435163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/cancellation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6376711885526435163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/6376711885526435163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/cancellation.html' title='A Cancellation'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3281894101133683557</id><published>2009-01-08T18:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:58:42.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABRSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Dangerously Fanatical Exaltations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I did it!&lt;/strong&gt; I passed my ABRSM practical exam with flying colors. :D I just got my exam mark form today during piano class. It was incredible! I seriously thought that I didn't do well...apparently not! ;D Oh, and I didn't &lt;strong&gt;just pass&lt;/strong&gt;, I also passed with &lt;em&gt;Distinction&lt;/em&gt;. :&gt; (Yes, I know I sound like I'm bragging. And I probably am. But please allow me this once since I am incapable of bottling it up just yet.) So...Details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total Score: 135/150&lt;br /&gt;Passing Scores:&lt;br /&gt;----100(to pass)&lt;br /&gt;----120(to pass with Merit)&lt;br /&gt;----130(to pass with Distinction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;----Pieces:&lt;br /&gt;-------A:3   27/30 (20 to pass)&lt;br /&gt;-------B:2   28/30 (20 to pass)&lt;br /&gt;-------C:3   28/30 (20 to pass)&lt;br /&gt;----Scales and Arpeggios&lt;br /&gt;-------18/21 (14 to pass)&lt;br /&gt;----Sight Reading -17/21 (14 to pass)&lt;br /&gt;----Aural Tests -17/18 (12 to pass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Comments: (I swear, I stopped breathing for a while after reading this. xD)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt;Well done, Nastasja- very promising playing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. The source of my untainted elation. :) I'll be going back to the Music Center tomorrow to pick up a new piece. I'm already studying three other ones...but I'm gonna need one more. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3281894101133683557?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3281894101133683557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/dangerously-fanatical-exaltations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3281894101133683557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3281894101133683557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/dangerously-fanatical-exaltations.html' title='Dangerously Fanatical Exaltations'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3401039697502608657</id><published>2009-01-03T14:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:25:53.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postponements and Pronouncements</title><content type='html'>I was told last night that my trip to the Tagaytay Highlands has been postponed. So now I'm here at my computer wondering what I plan on doing with the rest of my weekend now that my trip's been moved. I've also been thinking about what I'll be writing about most often in my blog. And I've come to a conclusion. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since those who know me well enough know, I am an avid bookworm and pianist. So I figure, I might as well just write about the books that I have read and what I think about them...and possibly their respective authors too. :) (Which I now think is a pretty good idea considering that I go through books like how a wolf goes through his supper) Also, since I'm at the end of my Christmas break I've read quite a number of books that can serve as....material (?) for what I can write about here eventually. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently a student at MC's Center for Applied Music (or simply the Music Center) and, as I have mentioned, play the piano. Practically every year I take the ABRSM exams (Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music) for the piano; either practical or music theory exam, or both. Aside from that I also participate in the piano competitions held in the music center every year. And so, I thought that maybe I could chronicle my progress for those tribulations too now that I've decided to actually use my blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I really do hope I get to stick to my word this time! xD Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3401039697502608657?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3401039697502608657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/postponements-and-pronouncements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3401039697502608657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3401039697502608657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/postponements-and-pronouncements.html' title='Postponements and Pronouncements'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2666110620233044128</id><published>2009-01-02T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:03:07.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refurbishment in Due Course</title><content type='html'>I've done it! I've changed the look of my blog. :) Although it isn't at all like how I initially imagined it, it still managed conform to my liking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at a loss to what exactly I want to be writing about here though. I'm hoping that one of these days inspiration will run me over and then maybe I'll start making good use of my nook in the 'net. Maybe. xD Ahh well...I'll just have to mull it over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to the Tagaytay Highlands tomorrow. I'll be there for two days and a night. And then the day after that classes will resume and I'll be returning to my school schedules and responsibilities. So that probably means I should start looking for all my school things that have been carelessly scattered around the house. Marvelous. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2666110620233044128?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2666110620233044128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/refurbishment-in-due-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2666110620233044128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2666110620233044128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2009/01/refurbishment-in-due-course.html' title='Refurbishment in Due Course'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2144232761092898896</id><published>2008-11-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:20:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Decided</title><content type='html'>Alright. So I've been mulling it over, and I've decided to start using it again. Properly. With regular updates about anything and everything that I just so happen to have the initiative to write about. &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt; I've also decided to not post anything substantial until I have fully refurbished this blog until it looks unerringly like I how want it to. Which would mean pink....amongst other things. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2144232761092898896?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2144232761092898896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2144232761092898896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2144232761092898896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve Decided'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7349881496432392141</id><published>2008-10-30T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:20:36.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Do, What to Do...</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been visiting this blog--&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; blog, again and again thinking if I should get back to actually using it. It's been centuries since I last wrote, and I can practically see the virtual dust particles resting atop every word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high time that I either revive it or shut it down... and I'm still thinking about it. Because now that I am thinking I about, I don't exactly know what I'm obliged to say. I mean, I do understand that I can express my opinion as liberally as I want to, but then again, who'd like to know about it. Of course there'd always be my close friends who'd listen to me with all my rants and raves about all sorts of things but I always see them anyway, so I don't exactly know who else there is to read from this so-called blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the case, I really should get to doing &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; about this site. For some reason it bugs me that it hasn't been altered in eons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think I'll go mull it over while I play Sims 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I mention to anybody that my Mom's dressed as Dracula's Bride tonight for a Halloween party? She was able to put together the whole outfit. Complete with a black veil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-7349881496432392141?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7349881496432392141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2008/10/recently-ive-been-visiting-this-blog-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7349881496432392141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7349881496432392141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2008/10/recently-ive-been-visiting-this-blog-my.html' title='What to Do, What to Do...'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3001898297440375613</id><published>2008-01-02T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:14:13.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start the Year With Taboo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, in my opinion, was the best way to start off the year. Although in the morning I felt a bit sickly, I found out a bit later that it was just of lack of sleep. In the morning I finished the book Water song. It was such a nice and somewhat romantic fairytale retelling of the Frog Prince entitled Water Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, the Lopezes went to the Sunken (I'd rather call it the Sinking) Garden in U.P. to feast on pizza, siomai, pancit and frozen refrigerator cake. Marco and Rom played soccer all afternoon (we were able to dig up our old soccer ball somewhere. It used to be silver but when we got it...it was brown. Ew...) Uncle Third played with them too but then he had to go sit down because he sprained his ankle. Uncle Joey played with his three foot long remote control helicopter while my Dad went all over the place taking pictures of it and the family. For a while there, practically everybody in the Sunken Garden had eyes on the chopper and my Uncle. You could tell that my Uncle was liking the attention. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody was finished eating and playing around, we all settled ( except for Marco and Rom) to play Taboo on the grass. we all laughed our heads off at what some of us were saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word: &lt;/strong&gt;Plod&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Time's up!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: (takes a look at the card) "Ah, it's when the maid starts cleaning all the water after it rains because of the &lt;em&gt;PLOD." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word:&lt;/strong&gt; Crow's Foot&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Joey: "Second word: It is where you put your shoe."&lt;br /&gt;Ralph: "Shoe Rack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was dark and Mom couldn't read anymore (she left her glasses behind), we ended the game and the girls' team won (it was a girls and against boys game) we packed up and went our separate ways. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I studied French for a half-hour (it was so difficult I repeated the lesson this morning) then we went down to Mrs. Howard's for dinner with the Druecos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since....uh, never the Dela Cruz-Medina family (Jason, Warren and Sage) was early and on time! And just like with the Lopezes, we ate a pot luck dinner with everybody. And just like the Lopezes, we played Taboo. =)) For this game though, we had even zanier words and zanier ways of making our teammates guess them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word: &lt;/strong&gt;Set&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Okay, this is what a Visayan maid would tell the dog so that it would change it's position."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word: &lt;/strong&gt;Lolli&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "This is how a nasal person would call a guy named Rolli."&lt;br /&gt;John: "Nolli...Ngolli...Molli...Lolli...LOLLI!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word: &lt;/strong&gt;Birth&lt;br /&gt;Tanya: "This is what I gave to have Pilar. (her daughter)"&lt;br /&gt;Tita Bongs: "An egg!"&lt;br /&gt;Tanya: "No, I mean this is what Warren, Missy...(names all the moms) and I did to have our kids. We gave..."&lt;br /&gt;Nasty: "Gametes?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Intxrcxurse?"&lt;br /&gt;Warren: "Spxrm?"&lt;br /&gt;Boys: "Time's Up!"&lt;br /&gt;Tanya: "BIRTH!! WE GAVE BIRTH!?!?! SHEESH, LADIES!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Right, so this is Elina, and I had to censor those words because Nasty's Content Watch was stopping her from accessing her own blog. HAHAHA LAMENESS.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out later that the Taboo we used was British. =)) Some of the other words we had were &lt;em&gt;Wheelie Bin, Sports Carnival, Blini, Rotorua, Floriade, Wicked, &lt;/em&gt;And some other strangely British words. :)) Yeah...It's fun to start the year with Taboo. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3001898297440375613?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3001898297440375613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-year-with-taboo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3001898297440375613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3001898297440375613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-year-with-taboo.html' title='Start the Year With Taboo'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-3219436906322311253</id><published>2007-10-01T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:16:09.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paco's Funny :))</title><content type='html'>This happened during the AGS fair. I was telling Gabe that for a moment he sounded like Mom...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe: I'm your mothah from another mothah...&lt;br /&gt;Raya: I'm your sistah from another mistah...&lt;br /&gt;Pako: AKO KAPATID MO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not sound funny now...But I laughed so hard then. :)) So yeah...:)) I decided to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-3219436906322311253?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3219436906322311253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/10/pakos-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3219436906322311253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/3219436906322311253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/10/pakos-funny.html' title='Paco&apos;s Funny :))'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4566475639123517681</id><published>2007-10-01T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:17:20.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ateneo Grade School Fair</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so fun. :)) I went to the Ateneo GS Fair for the first time and had such a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In the morning I was supposed to have my dentist appointment and tell Gabe that I when I was supposed to arrive at the fair. But then I found out that my dentist was sick and had to cancel. And all the way ‘til 12NN my Mom was asleep coz she only got home from work at 5 in the morning. So, I wasn’t able to text Gabe either. And then when my Mom did wake up, she almost didn’t let me go anymore coz it was raining. But then it did stop raining so I was able to go after all. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When I finally got to the fair [we got lost in Ateneo and couldn’t find the grade school at first. :))] Gabe introduced me to his friends and cousin: Raya (from Rosehill), Thurees *not sure of the spelling* (from Assumption?) and Pako (his cousin). Honestly, they’re such fun companions; Especially Raya coz she’s so fun and nice and spontaneous. :)) Anyways, we went to this building that wasn’t really part of the fair ( I think it’s the same building Sir Doroin, my English teacher, said he saw and heard ghosts when he was a seventh grader coz Gabe said that his classroom was in that building too) Anyway, the view was darn awesome. They had these huge rocks all covered with moss, with these clusters of bamboo here and there. It was beautiful. I took two photos of it with Gabe’s cam. (Mine was dead coz I had photo club just the day before) I think I’ll ask for it later. Oh yeah, before we even went there, Gabe and Raya got caught by the marriage booth and got married. :)) Actually, I got caught too…but then the dude who caught me forgot all about me. :)) Oh well, Anyway, this girl from Raya’s school video-taped the whole thing. That really ticked us all off, especially since it was quite obvious that Raya wasn’t at all that enthusiastic about it all…Moving on…We went to the East Field next. It was cool coz it was isolated... and coz the weather was cool too. Later on I just felt like taking a picture and just shot. The picture I ended up taking was so…by chance it was freaky. It was just of Gabe getting out his phone and Raya flipping her hair. But then in the shot it looked so… well, it looked like it was something else. :)) You know, it’s so fun sometimes when you take photos but then they end up looking entirely different; just those by chance photos. They’re really…really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So then later on we went on the Octopus. It was so fun! But I was sitting next to this dude whose friends with Gabe and who wouldn’t speak to me. Oh well… :)) (Thurees went home na by this time) You know, I think I made Raya and Gabe upset a bit…unintentionally. See, when we were waiting to be…unloaded, I think I spaced out. And every time I get spaced out, I have this glum expression on me; or even if you just leave me to myself, as long as I don’t have to interact with anybody, I have a glum expression on me even if I’m happy or having a lot of fun. Anyway, right after the ride, Gabe and Raya started asking me if I was happy or if I was having fun. I said yes but then I suddenly felt upset with myself coz I might be making them think that I was as bored as hell. But really I wasn’t at all. I really do hate it when that happens to me and my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Shortly after, I saw some of the guys from the soiree. One of them said ‘Hi Nasty.’ His name was Tonio, if I remember correctly. It was kinda funny that they still remember my name but then again, they were the ones who were teasing me during the soiree. Then I bought this collapsing blue and white cube (since I can solve the Rubik’s Cube na) Then we had KFC. You know, they’re all so nice. :)) La lang. Anyways, I got fetched after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You know, I never knew how different my fairs were with those in Ateneo. Humph. J Oh yeah! I finally got my shawarma. =)) But not at the fair (though there were some) I ate kanina at the Bazaar. :D Anyway, Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-4566475639123517681?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4566475639123517681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/10/ateneo-grade-school-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4566475639123517681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4566475639123517681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/10/ateneo-grade-school-fair.html' title='The Ateneo Grade School Fair'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7209932061734305034</id><published>2007-09-12T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:40:48.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy September...</title><content type='html'>September's busier than I thought! All sorts of things've happened and month's still far from over. Although not all of the things that've happened are good...they sure do keep us all busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days before September 1 was the Linggo ng Wika celebration at school. Since I'm in the Photo Club, I had to go around taking pictures of the whole event. (while I was wearing this Filipiniana that had this &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; skirt that I almost always tripped over when I would stand up. Boy, did I look ridiculous or what!?) The day after that was our PTC day. My card was filled with B's (and a couple of B-'s) all over the place except for one A- and a C (Filipino) which obviously sucked, on my part. Then for September 3-5 I had practices for the Asian Fest during every lunch period. September 6 was our College day celebration (It wasn't my turn to take pictures) We were supposed to get dressed in punk attire...I just looked like I was wearing casual. :)) I just wore my '99% Nasty' shirt and jeans. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday came. (Sept. 7) We didn't have classes so II-7 decided to have a practice at Mikee's house. I didn't have a ride of my own so I hitched a ride with Rom on his way to school. I got to Mikee's house too early that when her Dad sent me to her bedroom...she was still in bed. (So I left and went to their bodega and read Romeo and Juliet) Later on though, the practice begun and in the end we &lt;strong&gt;finished&lt;/strong&gt; the fan dance! &lt;strong&gt;And &lt;/strong&gt;half of the play! Whoopee! After the practice though, we had a soiree with II-J...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without all the details, this is what happened: Throughout the entire soiree, this dude who's also the best friend of my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;best friend, kept on staring at me which &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; creeped me out. Later on, the guys thought up this game that pretty much catered to their enjoyment. (it involved luck, chance, hugging and kissing) I was paired up with this other guy, but he chickened out (and so did his sub) so then the guys started yelling "special request!" and shoved the dude who was staring at me..at me. I argued one heck of a lot but it didn't work so in the end, we played. His classmates cheated for him and then he ended up kissing me on the cheek. (I felt like chucking all his classmates our the window for having such asinine minds...but, yeah.) My classmates started teasing me about it. Saying stupid things like how we're "The best love team ever" which really made me wanna puke. They didn't bother stopping last Monday and Tuesday. Hopefully by Thursday they'll stop. It's really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have classes today, by the way. I think coz it's Erap's trial today. Anyways, G'bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-7209932061734305034?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7209932061734305034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/09/far-from-uneventful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7209932061734305034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7209932061734305034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/09/far-from-uneventful.html' title='Busy, Busy September...'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-2696768333111717001</id><published>2007-09-01T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:09:05.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Bookstore Ever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Bonifacio High Street. It's really nice there. It has lots of nice shops and restaurants. It even has every well-known coffee shop in the Philippines; like Starbucks, Figaro, Seattle's Best, Bo's Coffee, and The Coffee Beanery. (I know, coz I quizzed Elina and Gabe to see if they could name any more. Haha!) But the best part is that it has FULLY BOOKED!! And it's such and awesome branch. Lemme enumerate the reasons why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has 4 stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It also has a basement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So that makes a total of 5 floors!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has 8 escalators and one elevator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each floor is filled with books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It even has books that I thought weren't even published yet! All the more, shipped to the Philippines already!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's Starbucks on the third floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a 60-seater movie theater in the basement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They sell CDs on the fourth floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT'S JUST SO TOTALLY AWESOME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, yeah. I know, I such a nerdy bookworm. ( I know, coz my Mom told me so) :)) Ah well...Can't do anythin' 'bout that! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-2696768333111717001?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2696768333111717001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-bookstore-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2696768333111717001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/2696768333111717001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-bookstore-ever.html' title='Best Bookstore Ever'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-880216589455869041</id><published>2007-08-18T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:04:47.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time...</title><content type='html'>I have so much free time now that classes were suspended. And you know what? That still doesn't stop me from NOT doing something useful. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've finished reading one book: Half Moon Investigations. It's cool. Though I didn't quite like the first few chapters but then it's fine. Though I still think the Artemis Fowl series is the best Eoin Colfer has written. There's a new one too! It's called Artemis Fowl and the Lost Colony. I've only seen one copy of it. But it's kinda expensive so I didn't bother getting it yet. And besides, I still have lots of other books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my braces adjusted this morning and now my teeth hurt...A LOT. I was singing in my room a while ago (as I always do) and then when I sang the word 'Today' My teeth hurt so much I thought my gums were throbbing.And you know what? I think they were. :)) And then after that I accidentally bit too hard that I started to get all teary. Haay...I can't wait to get this blasted contraption off. By the way, the elastics are blue-green now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go now. I have to go pick up the &lt;em&gt;Dummer Hund &lt;/em&gt;from the vet. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-880216589455869041?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/880216589455869041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/08/free-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/880216589455869041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/880216589455869041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/08/free-time.html' title='Free Time...'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-8261955640562543880</id><published>2007-06-12T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:01:18.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Very Far Away</title><content type='html'>I hate this! I just found out this morning what my section is this year. I also found out in which section my best friends are as well. Gah! It's all so horrible! I end up in 2-7 and 3 of my best friends are all the way up the hallway TOGETHER in 2-3!?! This just can't be! I mean I know I haven't been classmates with them in some time but they were always nearby! Just next door!  -or the door after that! But not THAT far away! I mean, It's like the class you hope for every summer; most of my best friends in one section together...thing is, I'M NOT IN IT!!!! Bleh. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize though that they're just 4 classrooms away...but it's sortah hard to run there. Like if I forgot my Bible and my new CL teacher is already heading down the hallway It's hard to run all the way up to 2-3 and ask Elina or Carissa or Tonia for a Bible then run back before she/he gets in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I counted the number of students in my class. THERE ARE 46 OF US. Why is the world are we THAT many? Before, 43 students in one section was already quite a lot. BUT 46? That's practically 50!... Hey! What if they suddenly realize that and make a 12th section? They could get a couple of students from each section then merge them! That way I might be able to be classmates with some of my close friends!...But then, if I get transferred and my close friends don't...Then the situation would just get worse.....Damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what... I think I'll just accept defeat (grudgingly) seeing as there isn't anything I can do about it. Anyways, at least I'm not as cross as before. I want to talk to Elina...Badly. But then I can't coz she's all the way in Greece and has no idea what terrible position I am in as of present... I think I'll go play Sims 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-8261955640562543880?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8261955640562543880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-very-far-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8261955640562543880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/8261955640562543880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-very-far-away.html' title='So Very Far Away'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-4828533184919731590</id><published>2007-05-07T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:30:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is haunting me in my sleep...</title><content type='html'>Ha! I'm back! I haven't been able to post anything whatsoever since the very first one coz my internet sucked. well it still sucks now, actually. I just have to make sure I don't move too much in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a strange dream last night. It had to do with me, Elina, Anna Dantes, Karen Ybanez and Sir X. I think we were all classmates and Sir X was our HR teacher. And he gave us a seatwork. We were supposed to map out Canada in our notebooks. And like a normal person, I had a really hard time. And Elina was really good at it. -_- So I went over to her seat to ask her to how she does it. (I forgot to mention that while at my seat Sir X was looking over my shoulder while I was working and told me that &lt;strong&gt;ELINA&lt;/strong&gt; was doing a great job then walked away. Which made me want to strangle him and then ask for help from her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked how to do it, right? Yeah, so she starts bringing out a &lt;strong&gt;black board&lt;/strong&gt; from her backpack. Then she goes on telling me it's all in the &lt;strong&gt;Mercury Equation of Trigonometry&lt;/strong&gt;. Whatever THAT is.  Then Anna Dantes walks up to us and starts agreeing with her and saying stuff like 'why didn't I think of that before?' And I was just standing there looking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to my seat. And Karen was my seatmate, by the way. She said she noticed I had a hard time so she told me to do this instead: trace the coasts of Canada with my finger on the map. Then draw it in my notebook. So I did it. &lt;strong&gt;And it worked. &lt;/strong&gt;When everybody finished, Sir X brought us to a ballet recital in celebration to a finished seatwork. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maahn, my dreams are weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-4828533184919731590?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4828533184919731590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-is-haunting-me-in-my-sleep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4828533184919731590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/4828533184919731590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-is-haunting-me-in-my-sleep.html' title='School is haunting me in my sleep...'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336295186875280787.post-7058316481090198848</id><published>2007-04-19T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:30:16.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First...</title><content type='html'>...Trip to Elina's new house.&lt;br /&gt;...Look at Elina's new bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;...Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;...Blog.&lt;br /&gt;...Blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;...My nose is itchy...&lt;br /&gt;...Biking lesson.&lt;br /&gt;...Trip to the LGV convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;...Look at Derby's Speed Streak Racer. ("I THOUGHT OF THAT ONE." -Elina)&lt;br /&gt;...Look down the unending hole in the bridge in LGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a relatively interesting and fun day except for the time when I died trying to learn how to ride a bike with Elina by my side (mainly coz I called for her if she was just a foot away from me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("I provided tons of moral support. (:" -Elina.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4336295186875280787-7058316481090198848?l=nastehhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7058316481090198848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7058316481090198848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336295186875280787/posts/default/7058316481090198848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastehhh.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first.html' title='My First...'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154964438653521665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DzxXdoErH4/TqWE69jnytI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1mHClZRa00M/s220/DSC_7339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
