<?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-12961572</id><updated>2011-09-21T15:53:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shroom Side</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-6624314874958362795</id><published>2011-07-20T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:16:20.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan Syndrome: About Growing Up and Maturity</title><content type='html'>I often wonder about the concept of growing up. Is it the presence of stability and security or maybe the ability of making wise decisions? Maturity is so abstract that the mere definition of it varies from one person to another. More often than not, people would say that I need to grow up. I have a job, I can buy anything I want and I can go wherever I want but still it's not enough for one to say that I am grown up? Does growing up mean that you have to be financially secured, emotionally stable and physically fit? Then I personally think that what they are referring to is "growing old". You can't possibly have that all before undergoing midlife crisis. Okay, now I am having anger without enthusiasm --- depression. Talking about taking the fun out of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-6624314874958362795?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/6624314874958362795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=6624314874958362795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6624314874958362795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6624314874958362795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/07/peter-pan-syndrome-about-growing-up-and.html' title='Peter Pan Syndrome: About Growing Up and Maturity'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3312215361728062154</id><published>2011-06-19T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T06:49:29.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do me a favor...</title><content type='html'>I'm not asking too much. Just please, let me go already. Napapagod na din ako eh. Hindi ko na nga sinasabihan sarili ko. Alam ko naman kasi na hindi rin kita matitiis. Pero sana naman, kung aalis ka rin lang uli, wag mo na kong guluhin. Ok na ko eh. Alam mo ba yun? Ha? Malamang hindi. Nagpaparamdam ka lang naman pag trip mo. Hehe. Hindi na nga kita hinahanap. Nakakalimutan ko nang isipin ka. But no, you just had to go back. You know what, I feel like we're complete strangers again. I don't know you anymore. O siguro matagal ka lang kasi nawala. We don't connect at all. Minsan hindi ko na nasasakyan mga trip mo. Maybe I was the one who changed. Gaya ng sabi nila, if you like a person, you can tolerate anything... Pero ngayon, kahit anong sabihin mo, naiinis na ko. Ewan ko din kung bakit? We both know that it's best if we could just forget about everything. I want to be free. I want to move on. It would be nice if you'd let me try. So please do me a favor and let me go. I'm really starting to hate you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3312215361728062154?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3312215361728062154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3312215361728062154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3312215361728062154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3312215361728062154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/06/do-me-favor.html' title='Do me a favor...'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7159679714406807361</id><published>2011-06-14T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T02:47:05.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga Update</title><content type='html'>Fairytail: Chapter 238. Fairytail Guild fights back. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn: Chapter 340. Kozato Enma (Enma Cozart) and Sawada Tsunayoshi team up to beat Daemon Spade. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gakuen Alice: Chapter 145. Ooookay. My heart's still recovering from this manga. Natsume and Mikan's not-so-long-distance relationship arc. Lol. It's Gakuen Alice's final arc. Still can't get over the fact that Mikan's mom (Azumi Yuka) died minutes after her meeting with Mikan. Geez, they haven't even talked about Yukihara Izumi yet. AND SHE STILL HASN'T SETTLED THINGS WITH NARUMI!!! Sob. Wasted. I must also say that Shiki is the most reliable guy in the series. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zippy Ziggy: Chapter 52. Sung Hae is kidnapped. Lol. Go Kang Shingi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip Beat: Still at Chapter 175.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengeki Daisy: Still at Chapter 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter X Hunter: Still stuck at Chapter 310.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7159679714406807361?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7159679714406807361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7159679714406807361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7159679714406807361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7159679714406807361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/06/manga-update.html' title='Manga Update'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2687702946106578919</id><published>2011-05-11T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:41:22.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga Mania</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading the following mangas. I think I may be suffering from inspiration overload. Lol. Anyways, most of these are on-going series and I juuuuust so can't wait for the next installment. With these, I've given , of course, a lot of thought from the things I've read and picked up a long the way. Here are some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fairy Tail (latest: ch.235)&lt;br /&gt;After the Alternate world arc, Fairy Tail Guild launches the S-Class Test. The participants are now in an island believed to be the "home" of the guild. Then again, trouble follows them and it turned out to be another clash from yet another dark guild headed by... the former master of Fairy Tail Guild. In my opinion, the story pretty much wanes after Gerard's arc except for that recent twist about Cana/Kana. Lol. Hope it'll get more interesting if Natsu's and the other dragon slayer's past were revealed even just a lil bit. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Katekyo Hitman Reborn (latest: ch.335)&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. now this is one of my fave mangas. Refreshing art. I really like Amano Akira's style. Oh after the future Arc, Tsuna returned to the past only to find out that he will now succeed the Ninth. As usual, Tsuna is deathly afraid of the responsibility of being a Mafia Boss. Though vehemently opposed to the idea, Tsuna went back to his "normal" life. Just as the news of the intercession, a group of transfer students in Namimori suprised him. It turns out to be another Mafia Family called Shimon (or probably Simon). The Vongola and Simon family had been close allies in the past but an unexpected twist came up which forced the two families to lash out on each other. Another series of one-on-one battle ensues. Funny how Vongola Primo and group resemble Tsuna's own. They could be like direct descendants due to their looks alone. It also makes me wonder how many times the Vongola gears can be upgraded. :D Limitless maybe?! xD Although I really luuuurve the forms of each versions. The series is like overflowing with bishies that I can't pick just one! Omg.. ehermm.. gotta pull back to reality. Haha. Can't wait.. haven't been this excited over a manga since HxH. (Oh, I love Bleach too but it kinda got a lil lost along the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Skip Beat (latest: 175)&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to me that I lost track of this manga for quite so long that I forgot what arc am I in. And due to this (and PARTLY to my OC behavior), I started back to Ch.1 (yes...T_T) again. That's why I decided to update my blog with this entry to keep me updated. Harhar. Dark Moon arc just ended but Mogami is still busy with Box R.... oh and a new project with no other than Tsuruga Ren. Mogami acts as Tsuruga's sister, Setsuka Heel with a brother complex. :D Oh you gotta see Cain Heel, that's Tsuruga's character, with those puppy eyes. It's just sooooo moe that the pro-shonen-type girl in me behaves so well and to be shadowed by the pro-shoujo-type girl. Whew. And if that wasn't enough, Sho Fuwa.... FINALLY... shows up (even for just a few panels). I'm kinda interested in the Heel siblings arc. ^___^ moe moe moe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ouran High School Host Club (complete)&lt;br /&gt;Awww... for the last entry but definitely not the least. My all-time favorite cross-dressing ROM-COM series finally ended (a few months back actually but just had time to read it now.. he he he.). In fact, this is the only series that I am collecting in tankobons. Yep, authentic (and legal) manga shipped from Japan. T_T I can't say I'm fully satisfied with the ending... not with those torturing hints of a follow-up!!! But it's so darn cute with those lovable characters and all that. The series did make me cry a couple of times. Yes, Hikaru, i feel for you. :] Gotta love this just as much as I love YYH and that my dear readers is one achievement since I usually lose interest in some series at some point (Uh-huh, even great ones like Naruto and Bleach and One Piece).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ends my raves and rants... whew, sure did have a lot to say today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I gotta find new ones to keep me interested while waiting for the above-mentioned (must be complete ones though to keep my "to-read-list" from piling up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2687702946106578919?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2687702946106578919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2687702946106578919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2687702946106578919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2687702946106578919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/05/manga-mania.html' title='Manga Mania'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4065399064611020087</id><published>2011-05-01T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:55:29.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satrudate ♫</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, April 30, 2011 was one fun albeit tiring day for me. Hehehe. I had to report for work @ 9am since my work schedule is from Mon-Sat. But I logged in around 10:30am. After spending 4 hours in the office, I headed to Megamall, Ortigas to meet Serene. After that I watched Beastly with Win and headed to Trinoma to meet with my APC friends. Clariz, Ahyen, Japz, Ataru and Peter were already there. We ate at KFC while wating for Squall and Jeo. Then, I headed to Araneta to meet my highschool friends Armie and Cath. We chilled for a while then dropped in at Gerry's grill where we were joined by King and his friends. Really had a blast. Thanks for the friendship guys and gals!!! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4065399064611020087?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4065399064611020087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4065399064611020087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4065399064611020087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4065399064611020087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/05/satrudate.html' title='Satrudate ♫'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-653046123589962023</id><published>2011-05-01T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:37:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love... as I see it ♥</title><content type='html'>Just makes me wonder why people wonder and waste their time figuring out why some people are single. Lolx. Isn't the fact that they opted to be one justifies as a good reason? People have the notion that I am picky and that no one is good enough for me. But certainly, that is not the case. I am not a rich, snobby, full-of-herself brat as most would likely assume. I, for one, do not fall in love easily. In fact, I doubt that I ever did fall in love ever before. Maybe there's just no one who kept me interested for long yet...or maybe I am a free soul. Someone who cannot be held on to. I am not jaded nor utterly heartbroken nor bitter about anything. Not all people who are alone are generally lonely. I have a wonderful family and a marvelous set of friends who unconditionally love me back. I am blessed in so many ways that it doesn't hardly matter if there are things still lacking in my life. Maybe this is love for me. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-653046123589962023?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/653046123589962023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=653046123589962023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/653046123589962023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/653046123589962023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-as-i-see-it.html' title='Love... as I see it ♥'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-1770636557779721978</id><published>2011-04-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:40:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ notions and emotions ♥</title><content type='html'>Funny how it turns out that the person you're going to like is someone whom you've never thought you'd fall for in the first place. He's like the opposite of everything you'd been wishing for. &gt;.&lt; His looks, his style, his demeanor even some of the things that he likes to do are most of what I promised I'd never look for in a guy. XD But he's sweet and maybe I like him a little... oh okay... a lot. &gt;.&lt; But despite all the romantic notions that fills my head, there's always that part who will nag me to be cautious and guarded... asking me to put my defenses up. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-1770636557779721978?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/1770636557779721978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=1770636557779721978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1770636557779721978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1770636557779721978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/04/notions-and-emotions.html' title='♥ notions and emotions ♥'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8445760634811591447</id><published>2011-03-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:31:08.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years and counting</title><content type='html'>My blog's alive (barely) for almost 7 years now. ^_____^ guess i have to keep it alive a lil longer. :] I'm at the office right now. I've got time to spare that's why you find me here. Actually, I find myself writing in here (sounds better). Last Friday, our boss treated us to dinner at Kurosawa in Eastwood City. Lol, had to eat rice in the end but it really was worth it. I so love Japanese cuisine. I got home around 1am. Shocks to think that was a Friday night. If I were with my friends, we must've headed either to Blue Onion or Manor and danced the night away. Hahaha. Oh on second thought, a lot of students must've been there since it's graduation month and all... their time to celebrate. :P So anyways, yesterday, we were at our grandparents' house to celebrate my grandfather's birthday. I had fun by taking lotsa pictures, having girl talks with my cousins, running after the lil ones and basically getting tired during the process. Geez, most of my cousins are quite taller than me already. T__T Sob.. I can still remember carrying some of them when they were babies and toddlers!!! No! Sign of aging. *_* Oh heck, who cares, I could still pass up as a teenager and no one would notice. bwahahahahaha! Probably had a lil bit of elven blood in me. Lol... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8445760634811591447?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8445760634811591447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8445760634811591447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8445760634811591447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8445760634811591447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/03/7-years-and-counting.html' title='7 years and counting'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8546197566323996225</id><published>2011-03-21T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T02:59:09.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to December - Taylor Swift [Lyrics On Screen]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yJl7aaLnVmA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8546197566323996225?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8546197566323996225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8546197566323996225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8546197566323996225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8546197566323996225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-december-taylor-swift-lyrics-on.html' title='Back to December - Taylor Swift [Lyrics On Screen]'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yJl7aaLnVmA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7197339129348268259</id><published>2010-12-25T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T07:54:26.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I stopped showing what I really feel even if you still mean the world to me..because I realized you’re not worth the fight anymore. If you say you care, then actually make the effort. Text me, call me, hangout with me. Don’t just sit there and tell your friends that it’s all my fault. I'm so tired of waiting. Don't you see? Or maybe you're just blinded by your pride. Do you think I care about that? Is it more important than me? You know that I will accept you no matter what. I should hate you for always making me feel this way. I don't want to hurt anymore. I want to wake up one day and feel nothing for you at all. I just want to erase you from my life now. You were the first to let go. Goodbye for real and for good. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7197339129348268259?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7197339129348268259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7197339129348268259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7197339129348268259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7197339129348268259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2010/12/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8903083919374792606</id><published>2010-12-24T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:03:13.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all&lt;br /&gt;And Happy New Year, too&lt;br /&gt;As we all say farewell&lt;br /&gt;To this year, almost through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you good health&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and cheer&lt;br /&gt;And all the best things&lt;br /&gt;In the new, coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our friends and loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8903083919374792606?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8903083919374792606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8903083919374792606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8903083919374792606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8903083919374792606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3879840518128570818</id><published>2010-11-27T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:04:20.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday ^_^</title><content type='html'>~please let me sleep. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3879840518128570818?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3879840518128570818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3879840518128570818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3879840518128570818'/><link 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I'll make up with my 2010 year-ender. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~2009 Year-Ender (Late Tidbits of the Past)~*~&lt;br /&gt;April 2009: Macha's first visit to Manila from Cebu. We attended Ozine2k9, went to Pangasinan then Bagiuo. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - December 2009: I started my volunteer at Garcia General Hospital. I met new colleagues. I mostly enjoyed my night duties. ^^ I missed hanging out with my GGH buddies. Those tapa nights with Berry, Joey and Paulo. I missed my kulitan blues with Edbert, Kuya Earl and Jvee. I missed the sharing of ghost stories with Ate Mabel, Tina, Mel, Amy etc. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2009: Ady celebrated her 2nd birthday. Ady's back here in the Philippines... and she stayed until mid2010. I pretty much took care of her. I am so happy! Sometimes she calls me ate and mama... but mostly Tita Pim. :D She can't pronounce the letter "K". hehehe. So I had been busy with ady as well as my volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2009: Christmas with relatives and ADY!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidbits and memories.... Come 2011, I'd post my year-ender with pictures. Excited much! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3314003957143585682?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3314003957143585682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3314003957143585682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3314003957143585682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3314003957143585682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2010/11/missed.html' title='Year - Ender for 2009 (Missed)'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5905760006407857126</id><published>2010-08-03T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T07:13:46.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Enchanted Kingdom*~*~</title><content type='html'>i really had fun last saturday with my friends: cha, ral and maan. we went to Enchanted Kingdom... took lots of pictures and made some great memories. ^_^ the rain didn't even dampen our mood for fun. imagine having to ride the space shuttle, flying fiesta and other rides while in a middle of a mild drizzle. i really enjoyed watching the fireworks too!!! ^____^ so tired but happy nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5905760006407857126?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5905760006407857126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5905760006407857126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5905760006407857126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5905760006407857126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2010/08/enchanted-kingdom.html' title='~*~*Enchanted Kingdom*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3461802452675320520</id><published>2010-08-02T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:36:20.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!!!!</title><content type='html'>After years of stagnation... my blog lives to see another day again. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3461802452675320520?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3461802452675320520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3461802452675320520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3461802452675320520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3461802452675320520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!!!!'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-1271481214449076343</id><published>2009-01-06T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:28:24.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Here Comes The Sun~</title><content type='html'>~Here Comes The Sun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song totally captures the mood I am in right now. A new hope. I was sunk in the Dark Ages of my life. Lolx. I mean it. I was devastated upon learning that the guy I was unmistakably in love with for quite a long time already found someone else. I saw that coming yet knowing was different from actually being on that situation. Though it hurts so much, I really had no other choice do I? I know that in time, I'd be able to laugh at all this drama. Whew. Well, I'm leaving it all behind along with 2008. Hehehe. Come to think of it, what happens when the snow melts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes spring. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-1271481214449076343?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/1271481214449076343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=1271481214449076343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1271481214449076343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1271481214449076343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-comes-sun.html' title='~Here Comes The Sun~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7981295986434055811</id><published>2009-01-06T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:08:44.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Akemashite Omedetou Ver.4~</title><content type='html'>~Akemashite Omedetou Ver.4~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am on my fourth year on this blog. I know, I know... it's been like 4months since my last post which doesn't make sense by the way. Heehee. I just don't want to break any tradition so I'm gonna post my year-end report. Ohohohoho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my 2008 wasn't that eventful... which means to say that this might be the shortest year-ender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2008: Finally, my NCLEX papers were submitted. Heehee. During this month, I was still busy planning for the next cosplay material. Lolx. Then at the later part of the month, we went to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2008: I was at Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia spending Chinese New Year with my family. It was my brother's first time out of the country so I'm pretty much excited for him. Heehee. We get to go to the places I've visited the year before. We also went to Singapore. ^^v Pretty much a replay of last year. I was quite disappointed though because my fave place KInokuniya got relocated. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2008: I get to have the latest Ouran volume at that time and the mangas I've been dying to have. Hehehehe. We went back to Manila and.. I it hasn't been a week yet till I found myself transferred to Baguio for my NCLEX review. It would last like 3 months. Whoa! So I was stuck in Baguio again living on a dorm with 5 strangers who became my friends afterwards. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2008: Still on review mode. I was starting to have fun in Baguio with my new-found friends. We usually hang out on our favorite coffee shop which offers a collection of books! I miss the caramel frappe. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2008: I ws having doubts and I did change some of my plans during the month. :) No regrets though. I'm gonna miss my review buddies. I went back to Manila on the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2008: I got pretty much busy with the family. I usually went with my mom to process some documents regarding our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2008: My sister and her family went to visit the Philippines. I was so glad coz I get to see my cute little niece. I sooo want to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2008: We went to Ilocos with the family. We also travelled to lots of other places. Ady got sick though for quite some time. T____T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2008: Main even of the month was my dad's and Ady's bday! Ady's already 1 year old. But then again, they had to leave for California. I had to summon all my energy to keep me from bawling over at the airport. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2008: I decided to take my masteral in Ilocos. Around the late part of the month, I was already in Ilocos adjusting with everything. Another adventure? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2008: We did another cosplay. One of the best months of 2008 considering that nothing much happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2008: I took my NCLEX exam and was anxious to know the result right after. I pretty much did a lot of things I don't normally do. Funny because I felt that for once, I was living a life. My life. I was like a little rebellious. It felt nice. Atleast I proved to myself that change is still possible. I also felt that this might be the start of a wild turn in my life. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WELCOME 2009!!! May this be a fruitful year for me! 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alter Egos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3859774166405689273?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3859774166405689273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3859774166405689273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3859774166405689273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3859774166405689273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/09/alter-egos.html' title='~*Alter Egos*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8709422024092220130</id><published>2008-08-12T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:28:33.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Witherless Rose*~</title><content type='html'>~*Witherless Rose*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over. Really. Even the 1% chance I've been holding on to was lost. My love died a sudden death. Even the thought sends waves of sadness in my heart. He was lost to me now and I could never ever have him back. Who would've thought falling in love would end this way. He'll always be a part of me. After all, he's my first real love. It's safe to say that I've never felt this way to anyone before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8709422024092220130?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8709422024092220130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8709422024092220130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8709422024092220130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8709422024092220130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/08/witherless-rose.html' title='~*Witherless Rose*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-6085591895071167389</id><published>2008-05-24T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:47:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Ten Thousand Possibilities*~*~*</title><content type='html'>...edit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-6085591895071167389?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/6085591895071167389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=6085591895071167389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6085591895071167389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6085591895071167389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-thousand-possibilities.html' title='*~*~*Ten Thousand Possibilities*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8108224464033338086</id><published>2008-04-27T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:26:39.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Friend Test*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Friend Test*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1648285"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/1648285/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8108224464033338086?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8108224464033338086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8108224464033338086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8108224464033338086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8108224464033338086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/04/friend-test.html' title='*~*~*Friend Test*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-9044908934417859817</id><published>2008-04-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:07:21.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*The Undetermined Future*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*The Undetermined Future*~*~&lt;br /&gt;+++written: 03/17+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, awhile ago I was too elated coz I was expecting to go down to Manila right after school. Then our reviewer unexpectedly announced that we will be having classes tomorrow! Man! Was I shocked I almost dropped my jaw! I was really mad! Even the weather seemed to agree with my mood prolly coz of sympathy. Then again, when I got home, I reflected on everything. I understand now that God has His own plan for me. I mean it is what Holy Week's all about right? Sacrifice. :) Now I know that God teaches me to be strong, to be able to control my temper, to be resourceful, independent and mature. Now I fully understand my weaknesses. It's not all misfortunes. After all, for every negative thing, there is always a positive one neutralizing it. God has plans. God is wise. He knows what's best for me. Things started to fall into place. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-9044908934417859817?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/9044908934417859817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=9044908934417859817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/9044908934417859817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/9044908934417859817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/04/undetermined-future.html' title='~*~*The Undetermined Future*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4488517861787005346</id><published>2008-04-15T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:01:19.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Stormy New Term*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*Stormy New Term*~*~&lt;br /&gt;+++written: 03/13+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of review. Anxiety level at it's limit! Hmm.. We stayed in Teacher's Camp for the night so I had to wake up at 5:30am. I took a 15min exercise, bathe and then prepared for the review. I left around 6:45am so as not to be late. I arrived around 7am. An hour early. Imagine that! Geez, I got so used in Manila's 1 hour heavy traffic. Lolx. I was quite nervous because it felt exactly like I was back in first year college. Goodness! It brings back memories so I felt really lonely. Added to that, my mom and brother will leave around 8pm. Ooooh! Independent again. I know I must take it as a challenge but I can't help but feel nostalgic. This is bad! I must overcome this! Ho-hum. Good thing I'll be back home for the Holy Week. Atleast I get to rearrange my thoughts. I MUST SACRIFICE! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4488517861787005346?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4488517861787005346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4488517861787005346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4488517861787005346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4488517861787005346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/04/stormy-new-term.html' title='~*~*Stormy New Term*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2241520224607459583</id><published>2008-04-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:53:58.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Anime to Collect*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*Anime to Collect*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ouran High: It's a must! From manga to dvd to fanbooks and plushies. I already have the current volumes and fanbooks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gakuen Alice: Manga only.&lt;br /&gt;3. Parfait Tic: I've already begun collecting. Manga only.&lt;br /&gt;4. YYH: DVD only. :P There are lots of volumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2241520224607459583?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2241520224607459583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2241520224607459583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2241520224607459583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2241520224607459583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/04/anime-to-collect.html' title='~*~*Anime to Collect*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5348807760554674651</id><published>2008-04-15T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:50:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Fragments of Love*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*Fragments of Love*~*~&lt;br /&gt;+++written some time around March+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is certainly contagious. For some reason, I felt like I'm going to burst into tears. Yet, it all seems bottled up inside.  I'm good at giving advices. Ironic as it is, I hate seeing other people lonely. Slef-righteous prick. Hehe. I am upset. I have to let loose. I often sought solace and peace of mind. I was distracted atleast for a while. Oh well, I've come up with the decision. I have to say goodbye. I have to do it not because of or not due to a sudden spur of emotions. I have to do it because it's the most logical thing to do. Is it not? It kinda makes me sad and angry because I fought for it until the very end. Then I started to get scared. Scared that I might lose my identity. I am scared that I won't know where I stand.. and worse, I won't know myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5348807760554674651?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5348807760554674651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5348807760554674651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5348807760554674651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5348807760554674651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/04/fragments-of-love.html' title='~*~*Fragments of Love*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7954893539371979425</id><published>2008-04-15T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:41:49.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Ultimate Plan*~*~</title><content type='html'>And so here I am again, typing a new entry for my blog. God, how I missed doing this. ^___^ Tonight, I'm going to tell you about my ultimate plan. Lolx. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Study for NCLEX - check!&lt;br /&gt;2. Take NCLEX&lt;br /&gt;3. Work! Train!&lt;br /&gt;4. Apply in California&lt;br /&gt;5. Save!&lt;br /&gt;- for family: house and lot, car, tuition. XD&lt;br /&gt;- sister: house and Ady&lt;br /&gt;- cousins: tuition *partly*, plane tickets to disneyland&lt;br /&gt;-myself: plane tickets, business&lt;br /&gt;6. Work in other places.&lt;br /&gt;7. Save for myself.&lt;br /&gt;8. Study another field/subject. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;9. Put up a business.&lt;br /&gt;10. TRAVEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7954893539371979425?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7954893539371979425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7954893539371979425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7954893539371979425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7954893539371979425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/04/ultimate-plan.html' title='~*~*Ultimate Plan*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4608065044634859823</id><published>2008-03-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:01:10.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Review Mode*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Review Mode*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! My net life is on hiatus again. I bet this time it'll be longer. Then again, I have to sacrifice. I know this is for my own good. Oh and of course for my family too. So here I am. Though I'm alone most of the time (anti-social mode), it won't make me feel down. Ohohohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4608065044634859823?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4608065044634859823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4608065044634859823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4608065044634859823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4608065044634859823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/03/review-mode.html' title='*~*~*Review Mode*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2714229849848714506</id><published>2008-02-19T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:56:21.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/19/08 EMO Night…anyone?</title><content type='html'>02/19/08 EMO Night…anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was EMO night. Lolx. If only Quicksilver would stop talking to me. Just let me go! Then again, he asked for friendship. Who was I to turn it down? Dang! Oh well, I’ll just ignore this feeling. Whatever it is! Besides, I know what triggers this. I know I’m starting to like someone else. Every time this happens, some unimaginable force draws me towards him *Quicksilver*. Anyways, this someone-else-guy, I’m naming him Keisuke. I’ve been talking to Keisuke for almost a month now but it feels like I’ve known him longer than that. I enjoy having conversations with him. I like him. Oh but not that kind of “like”. How should I say this? I like him just as I like those I consider as friends-for-keeps. Something like that. Sometimes, Keisuke says the silliest things. He says impossible things that I wonder if it’ll ever come true. Though it’s nice to think of… Maybe… Just maybe... *wishful thinking* He’s adorable. He likes to throw compliments out of nowhere. A romantic kind of guy. Oh!!! I must stop this nonsense! It would do no good being romantically-linked with Keisuke-kun. T_T These confusing thoughts are the reasons why I’m being emo! I had this nagging feeling so I called Quicksilver. Normal chit chats… He sounded surprised. He sounded happy. Guess all I really wanted was to hear his voice and see if my heart would skip a beat. It didn’t. Dang! It was so normal that it makes me sick. All I’m seeking is some sort of confirmation that I was still infatuated with him that there’s no room for anyone else. Then again, it didn’t turn out that way. I thought the nagging feeling was because I felt guilty for turning my attention to Keisuke rather than Quicksilver. But no… it wasn’t that. It wasn’t a nagging feeling at all. It was fear. Fear that Quicksilver’s place is now vacant. That anytime, someone can go steal it away. ~_~ Oh Zen me ban? *what to do?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2714229849848714506?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2714229849848714506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2714229849848714506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2714229849848714506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2714229849848714506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/021908-emo-nightanyone.html' title='02/19/08 EMO Night…anyone?'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8229773653156393485</id><published>2008-02-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:53:02.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/17/08 Rest day</title><content type='html'>02/17/08 Rest day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I already bought my must-haves and gifts. Then again, I have to change my wish list. ^_^ We also attended mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Must Haves Ver.2~&lt;br /&gt;1) Paranormal Detectives Manga V.2&lt;br /&gt;2) Pastel V.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Wish list~&lt;br /&gt;1) Ouran Kokou (Jap. Manga) V.1&lt;br /&gt;2) Ouran Kokou (Jap. Manga) V.4&lt;br /&gt;3) Hana to Chou (Jap. Manga) V.1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8229773653156393485?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8229773653156393485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8229773653156393485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8229773653156393485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8229773653156393485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/021708-rest-day.html' title='02/17/08 Rest day'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7750927320837209733</id><published>2008-02-19T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:52:16.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/14/08 Happy Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>02/14/08 Happy Valentine’s Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the time has come when love is just in the air… NOT! Ohoho! Certainly not for jaded me. I had a date. Yes, a date with Hollywood star Ashton Kutcher. I watched his movie with Kevin Costner. The Guardian. Lolx. Teeheehee. Hmmm. I practically spent all my 23 Valentines either alone or with few friends so I never considered it as exclusively-for-lovers day. ^_^ Yes, feel free to notice the hint of sarcasm. XD Geez, don’t look at me that way. I could get a date whenever I want. It’s just that I haven’t made up my mind. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not hopelessly in love with Quicksilver like I used to. Things toned down a bit I guess. We’re friends now… and I’m really trying hard to keep it platonic. I do! I do! ^_^ I admit that there are still times when it’s painful to think about but that’s life. I believe that I’m feeling this way because I had felt something really good before so it’s like… a beautiful kind of sadness. I regret having wasted too much time but I don’t regret having felt that way towards him. I learned from it at the very least. Besides, I did everything I could. I gave my best, but it wasn’t enough. I, a goddess brought down from the heavens, was turned down by a common mortal man!!! Oh the shame! Ohohohoho! Yes, I am sour-graping. XD At least I’ve tried. Teehee. I stumbled down and my friends lifted me up *and cursed the guy! Jox!* Maybe it’s time to listen to them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7750927320837209733?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7750927320837209733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7750927320837209733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7750927320837209733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7750927320837209733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/021408-happy-valentines-day.html' title='02/14/08 Happy Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-9042940886100013446</id><published>2008-02-19T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:51:12.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/13/08 Pictures Overload</title><content type='html'>02/13/08 Pictures Overload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’ll upload my pics in KLCC. T_T The internet connection in our condo unit’s killing me. Bloody wireless connection!!! @_@ Oh yesterday, we went to Bukit Bintang. Much like our Divisoria. ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-9042940886100013446?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/9042940886100013446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=9042940886100013446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/9042940886100013446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/9042940886100013446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/021308-pictures-overload.html' title='02/13/08 Pictures Overload'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2904865316865071845</id><published>2008-02-19T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:46:04.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/12/08 Genting Boring! XD</title><content type='html'>02/12/08 Genting Boring! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Genting! It reminds me of Baguio and Enchanted Kingdom all rolled into one. It’s just so soothing. I took lots of pics again. A picture is worth a thousand words. Just see for yourself on my photo album in my multiply account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxienne.multiply.com ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2904865316865071845?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2904865316865071845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2904865316865071845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2904865316865071845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2904865316865071845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/021208-genting-boring-xd.html' title='02/12/08 Genting Boring! XD'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4303448548464000375</id><published>2008-02-19T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:48:15.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/09/08 Singapore Galore!</title><content type='html'>02/09/08 Singapore Galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 6am to get ready for our Singapore trip at 7:30am. We reached the terminal at Puduraya around 7am. We were so excited and were waiting for the Sutera bus. 7:30 came and there’s no bus… what’s worse was that there were no passengers aside from us. 8:30 came and a couple or two passengers arrived and their trip is scheduled at 9:30. Another came and was due at 10:30am. Lol. All the tickets indicate the same liner and bus number. XD Unfortunate as it seems, my brother and I were laughing because of the time difference of the tickets. It seems that the ticket vendor was just guessing the time. Lolx. Finally, we were transferred to Starstrip bus. It wasn’t exactly as classy as the Konsortium bus we had before but it was okay. We reached Singapore at 3pm. We boarded the monorail at Kranji Station then headed for Novena. A 33 min. ride. We had mass at Novena Church and ate at Orchard. Then we went shopping galore. I bought a couple of tees and sandals… whatever I see. Lolx. I took lots of piccies. I’m starting to like Singapore now. Last time I was here, I got irritated at the crowd. Most of them were rude and lots of lovers publicly show affection. It was irritating. XD I don’t know why. But my current trip was okay although just as stressful. I like Singapore’s sense of fashion oh and the food!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4303448548464000375?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4303448548464000375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4303448548464000375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4303448548464000375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4303448548464000375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/020908-singapore-galore.html' title='02/09/08 Singapore Galore!'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5581146964764319096</id><published>2008-02-19T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:49:35.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/08/08 Day’s events</title><content type='html'>02/08/08 Day’s events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we attended mass at St. John’s Cathedral in Bukit Nanas. I love attending mass here in KL. The service is well-organized. Solemn all throughout. After the mass, we went to Puduraya to get tickets for our Singapore trip tomorrow. We’ll be leaving at 7:30 am *excited*. Ok, we were supposed to go to Genting Highlands today. Then again, all buses were fully-booked. Prolly because it’s CNY and most people are looking forward to the fireworks display. We headed to KLCC Suria and I browsed in Kinokuniya. I already estimated the cost of everything that I must have, my wish list and my gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Summary]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Must Haves~&lt;br /&gt;1) Ouran Kokou (Jap. Manga) V.10&lt;br /&gt;2) Ouran Kokou (Jap. Manga) V.11&lt;br /&gt;3) Parfait Tic (Jap. Manga) V.22&lt;br /&gt;~Wish list~&lt;br /&gt;1) Hana to Chou (Jap. Manga) V.1&lt;br /&gt;2) Hana to Chou (Jap. Manga) V.3&lt;br /&gt;3) Betsufure Shoujo Comic 02/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5581146964764319096?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5581146964764319096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5581146964764319096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5581146964764319096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5581146964764319096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/020808-days-events.html' title='02/08/08 Day’s events'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8381555409283612906</id><published>2008-02-19T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:50:13.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/07/08 CNY Entry</title><content type='html'>02/07/08 CNY Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa CAI! Today is the start of the year of the golden rat. Selamat Tahun Baru Cina! Yuki would surely perform at the banquet. Anyways, I’m here at the Palladium Condominium in Malaysia. Last year (Chinese New Year), I was also here at this same writing on this particular notebook. Time surely flies by so fast. I could still remember everything so vividly. It was my first flight back then. Now, I’m with my mom and brother. It’s my brother’s turn now. I remember being fascinated by almost everything. Now, I’m at ease and everything seems normal. Oh but I still do get excited whenever we go out. Lolx. Okay we departed Manila at 9pm last February 05. We boarded flight 5J501. I’m already familiar with boarding instructions and stuff so I turned my attention to my dear little brother… teasing him that he would get deported. XD Meanie! Anyways, I enjoyed my previous flight rather than this one because our latter flight was at night so I couldn’t see anything below. However, the stars were lovable. I want to reach out and hold them. I spent my time forming my own set of constellations. XD Upon reaching Malaysia, there wasn’t much question at the immigration. Then we had a quick snack at McDonald’s. Yes! I’m still not eating rice! See Rukie/Jay, I told you I could do it! Anyways, the bus trip was fine. It was an hour and a half long I think? It was almost like from Manila to Clark Airbase. ^^v When we reached Palladium, we were deadbeat. Feb. 06, 2k8… we went to Suria KLCC. I visited Kinokuniya and to my astonishment, the section I often visited before was relocated to God-knows-where!!! Pffffft! :’( *pouts* Hah! I will definitely find it! *eyes burning with desire* After several hours of walking and a lil shopping, we headed to Ampang Park to do some grocery shopping and finally headed home. Today, Feb. 07, 2k8, is our rest day. I cleaned the house. Yes, I did! Don’t raise your eyebrow! I did that out of the goodness of my pure, innocent heart. Lolx! Just kidding! I had ulterior motives. It’s a good way to burn unnecessary fats! XD Tomorrow, we’re planning to go to Genting Highlands. I want to go to Snow World. Owaiiiiiiiii! Ja ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8381555409283612906?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8381555409283612906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8381555409283612906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8381555409283612906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8381555409283612906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/02/020708-cny-entry.html' title='02/07/08 CNY Entry'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-252830290034834597</id><published>2008-01-24T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:02:18.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Excited*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*Excited*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellow! I'm so excited coz we're going to Malaysia again. Mmm... can't wait to visit my favorite places. Then we'll be heading to Singapore prolly spend the Chinese New Year there...and if i'm lucky, I'll get to visit Thailand too!!!! ^_______^ again. Weeeee... vacation before working myself to death. ^_____^ anyways, I want to get serious with career so I'm pretty much excited about it as well. I'm not dreading work or something. I'm looking forward to lots of opportunities. Geez... can't wait to make money. Lolx. I'd like to travel so I have to work hard. No pain, no gain. Teeheehee. Just have to keep this optimistic feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-252830290034834597?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/252830290034834597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=252830290034834597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/252830290034834597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/252830290034834597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/01/excited.html' title='~*~*Excited*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2246807706104184537</id><published>2008-01-24T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:56:13.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*I don't understand that kind of "LIKE"*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*I don't understand that kind of "LIKE"*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad "he" ended up with "her". I'm so happy!!!! ^_____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2246807706104184537?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2246807706104184537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2246807706104184537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2246807706104184537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2246807706104184537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-understand-that-kind-of-like.html' title='~*~*I don&apos;t understand that kind of &quot;LIKE&quot;*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4462230804254215310</id><published>2008-01-19T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T09:50:46.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/I/8_3/yr8t49_3858369d4329742zkhan49" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - 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free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/I/8_3/5qzk45_123474e8732974glanc945" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4462230804254215310?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4462230804254215310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4462230804254215310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4462230804254215310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4462230804254215310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/01/collage.html' title='Collage!'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2627428454591280138</id><published>2008-01-01T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:34:46.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKEMASHITE OMEDETOU!!!</title><content type='html'>~*~*AKEMASHITE OMEDETOU: Year-ender 2007*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd year recap I've made in my blog so far. ^___^ Whew! Three Years!!! And still counting! Okay to start off with a blast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2007 - Last January, I went to Malaysia. It was my first out-of-country trip. OUT-OF-COUNTRY! A lot of firsts for this year huh?! First flight, first trip to another country, first real vacation after graduation! My Malaysia trip details were posted here as I recall. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2007 - I spent Valentine's Day in Singapore. ^___^ Oweee!!! It made hearts day extra special! I still remember how delicious singaporean food was.Then back to Malaysia for Chinese New Year. It was helluva fun!!! Grand Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2007 - I'm still in Malaysia. Margiemel paid me a visit there. We went to a lot of tourist attractions including Genting Highlands which was more like Baguio. ^___^ It was fun shopping and swimming!!! Then by the end of March, we went back to the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2007 - I attended a couple of anime conventions. Still missing Malaysia and I already have my PRC License!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2007 - Margiemel and I attended the Red Cross Training Program! Owaiii! It was exhilirating. I instantly lost weight in 1 week. lolx. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2007 - June wasn't a busy month for me. I was pre-occupied by our newly-purchased house. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2007 - Em (again) and I attended the Intravenous Therapy Training Program (and still no cases) &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2007 - I had my first real job as a call center agent. It wasn't simple contrary to ehat I had in mind before. I met lots of people with different personalities. I got used talking to foreigners. It was a fun learning experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2007 - With my job, I got pretty busy. Days seemed like nights and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2007 - October was like my 'break' month. Nothing much happened and I also resigned later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2007 - I started dealing with NCLEX papers and of course, I celebrated my birthday with a few close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2007 - I had my first cosplay experience as Mokona Modoki (Larg) last Hero Con. I met a lot of cosplayers. It was my first because last time was only a costrip and I had no character in mind back then. Still busy with NCLEX along with Rukede and a few classmates. I got obsessed with fireworks. Owaiiiiiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the summary of last year's event. Whew!!! 2007 was a good year to me! It was like a rebirth coz I experienced a lot o f firsts. ^_____^ Goodbye 2007!!! Thanks for the wonderful memories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2008!!! Looking forward to another wonderful year!!! *throws confetti in the air*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2627428454591280138?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2627428454591280138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2627428454591280138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2627428454591280138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2627428454591280138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2008/01/akemashite-omedetou.html' title='AKEMASHITE OMEDETOU!!!'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2503444232090984784</id><published>2007-12-21T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:00:03.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Angst*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Angst*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on you so many times because I thought that would be best for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2503444232090984784?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2503444232090984784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2503444232090984784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2503444232090984784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2503444232090984784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/12/angst.html' title='*~*~*Angst*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8607929134406292642</id><published>2007-12-12T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:53:22.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*L.O.G. Girls*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=95060430&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=95060430"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=95060430&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=95060430"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=95060430"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/get_songs.gif"&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/12961572-8607929134406292642?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8607929134406292642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8607929134406292642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8607929134406292642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8607929134406292642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/12/log-girls.html' title='~*L.O.G. Girls*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2097619411446981560</id><published>2007-12-07T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:16:21.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*The Sweet Cycle of Love*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*The Sweet Cycle of Love*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was watching her as she walks ahead of him. She glanced back, then smiled. She took his hand and walked with him. He looked at her, thinking how fortunate he is for she returns his love for her... seeing him exactly the same way he's seeing her. He was willing to be with her for the rest of his life. He is in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was waiting for him to catch up with her. She glanced back and saw his steady pace. She took his hand and walked with him. She looked at him, thinking she'd do anything to keep him close... close enough to feel the warmth of his company... that she'll never be alone. She was willing to change her pace to be with him. She is in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they did. Perhaps, they forever will... for their glance was meant to be for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2097619411446981560?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2097619411446981560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2097619411446981560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2097619411446981560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2097619411446981560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweet-cycle-of-love.html' title='~*~*The Sweet Cycle of Love*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3027367520367869395</id><published>2007-12-07T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:05:40.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*The Bitter Cycle of Love*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*The Bitter Cycle of Love*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was watching her from a distance. He was hoping she would return his love for her... maybe see him in a different light. He was willing to wait no matter how long it takes. He was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she never did. Perhaps, she never will... for her glance was meant to be elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was watching him from a distance. She was hoping he would return her love for him... maybe see her in a different light. She was willing to wait no matter how long it takes. She was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he never did. Perhaps, he never will... for his glance was meant to be elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is, after all, a never ending story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3027367520367869395?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3027367520367869395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3027367520367869395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3027367520367869395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3027367520367869395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitter-cycle-of-love.html' title='~*~*The Bitter Cycle of Love*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2752568807230623182</id><published>2007-11-17T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:55:32.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Gaeans*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Gaeans*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=95165137&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=95165137"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=95165137&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=95165137"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=95165137"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/get_songs.gif"&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/12961572-2752568807230623182?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2752568807230623182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2752568807230623182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2752568807230623182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2752568807230623182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/11/gaeans.html' title='*~*~*Gaeans*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2090848129934346390</id><published>2007-11-11T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T08:45:56.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*Nani Kore*~*</title><content type='html'>Hi yah! Blog posts seem few lately. I also wonder why. Well, I used to blog frequently but somehow, some things changed. Ho-hum. Oh I might as well tell you my current acquisitions. ^^v teehee. I already have "Girl Got Game vol.5 and Gravitation vol.11. Teeheeheehee. More to come. Definitely more to come. Oh yeah, my bday's just around the corner. Owaiiii!!! I'm excited. but not as much as I'm excited to spend xmas in Malaysia and Singapore. Ooooh.. I wanna go! I wanna go! ^____^ Well, back to my bdae. Haven't got plans yet. Maybe I'd be spending it with a few close friends. Ho-hum. Just like I always do. Argh! I don't have plans yet. My mom suggested to just throw a party but I do that every year. Lolx. I want a change in the cycle. XD I mean, try other stuff. TT_TT Ho-hum. Ideas? Ideas? I want to go to UP AME that's on Nov.24 and meet some friends. Teeheehee. SO many things, so little time. Hmmm... tomorrow, I'll meet Maan and prolly Ral if she's dismissed early from class. Then on Wednesday, there's the meeting with Ryo-chan and Rukie. Then the transcript! Oh the transcript for the NCLEX. Then I'll go to POEA and find out about the nursing job in Japan. Lolx. What else, what else. November's pretty jam-packed. Oh I remember, Ban-chan talked to me last night. Heehee. *wide grin* But he's just my idol. Lolx. *defensive* I still prefer someone over him. Ohohohohohoho. Speaking of Ban-chan, I'm currently watching Get Backers. ^____^ Ginji's so cute and Ban's hot as ever. Lolx. Actually, this post is full of raves... Oh well, not much inspiration nowadays... I wish something exciting will come my way. *dreamy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2090848129934346390?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2090848129934346390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2090848129934346390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2090848129934346390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2090848129934346390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/11/nani-kore.html' title='*~*Nani Kore*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-6336764997933200717</id><published>2007-11-01T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:17:39.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Fruits Basket: Farewell*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Fruits Basket : Farewell*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting and separation always bring a certain feeling of sadness, of emptiness and of happiness. I've been religiously following the manga scanlations of Furuba and even own a couple of volumes and when it's finally time for the last chapter, I couldn't help but feel all those feelings. I am sad because I won't get to know more about the Sohmas, Tohru and all the characters I've come to love. It left me a feeling of emptiness as well, especially the part when they have to abandon Gure-nii's house because they have to follow different paths. To think that it was where they all first met and knew each other. Awww... I know, I know. I'm a foolish sentimental. T____T However, it also leaves me a feeling of happiness for everyone because they all have solved their own mysteries. Yes, even for Hanajima and Shissou-san, Ritsu and mii-chan, Torii-san and Mayu-sensei, Aya-san and Miine-san and Kureno-san and Uo-chan. ^___^ Ho-hum. I was actually teary-eyed when Yuki talked to Tohru close at the end of the chapter and was crying when he thanked her for everything. It was because I remembered everything from Vol.1 -23. Argh! I will miss Furuba! It wasn't a bad ending. I just wished Takaya included the farewell party part and showed everyone. Hmm... but that was asking too much. maybe it's best to just imagine what happened the day when Tohru and Kyo left. They were holding hands and together.... forever. *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-6336764997933200717?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/6336764997933200717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=6336764997933200717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6336764997933200717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6336764997933200717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/11/fruits-basket-farewell.html' title='*~*~*Fruits Basket: Farewell*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-744115080987346307</id><published>2007-10-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:35:12.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Arioka Daiki*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Arioka Daiki*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owaii! Fan girl days are here again. If I remembered correctly, the last icon I was fan girling about was...hmm... Kenta Kamakari. Lolx... Here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RyMvo15dvaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/esbOf41Nt1c/s1600-h/59405095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RyMvo15dvaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/esbOf41Nt1c/s320/59405095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125993179587132834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after a certain point of stagnation, (LOLX!!!) my current rabu-rabu (love love) ARIOKA DAIKI of Hey! Say! JUMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RyMwK15dvbI/AAAAAAAAACY/7XNEuD8tigk/s1600-h/1_612686719l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RyMwK15dvbI/AAAAAAAAACY/7XNEuD8tigk/s320/1_612686719l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125993763702685106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chotto kawaii ne!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, how I wish I could really go to Japan on December 22 for their concert. T_____T ohohoho... tough luck. Kimi wo daisuki Daiki-kun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-744115080987346307?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/744115080987346307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=744115080987346307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/744115080987346307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/744115080987346307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/10/arioka-daiki.html' title='*~*~*Arioka Daiki*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RyMvo15dvaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/esbOf41Nt1c/s72-c/59405095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8952238350602084281</id><published>2007-10-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:58:54.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alones by Aqua Timez</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="2"  cellpadding="0" style="border: 1px solid black" width="auto" id="table1" height="202" bordercolorlight="#ECEBF1" bordercolordark="#E9DFD1" bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;font-size:12;" height="19"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href='http://a-lyrics.blogspot.com/'&gt;Alones - Aqua Timez &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAFo_8FLl8Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAFo_8FLl8Q"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="395" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alones - Aqua Timez&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bleach OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oreta awai tsubasa&lt;br /&gt;kimi wa sukoshi&lt;br /&gt;aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake sa&lt;br /&gt;mou dareka no tame ja nakute&lt;br /&gt;jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izen to shite shinobiyoru kodoku&lt;br /&gt;uchigawa ni tomoru rousoku&lt;br /&gt;nigiwau ba ni gouka na shanderia to wa urahara ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarinai kotoba no&lt;br /&gt;kubomi o nani de umetara ii n’ darou&lt;br /&gt;mou wakaranai yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semete yume no naka de&lt;br /&gt;jiyuu ni oyogetara anna sora mo iranai no ni&lt;br /&gt;kinou made no koto o&lt;br /&gt;nuritsubusa nakute mo asu ni mukaeru no ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oreta awai tsubasa&lt;br /&gt;kimi wa sukoshi&lt;br /&gt;aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake sa&lt;br /&gt;mou dareka no tame ja nakute&lt;br /&gt;jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rettoukan to no wakai wa&lt;br /&gt;kantan ni wa kanawanaisa&lt;br /&gt;Jiishiki no teppen ni suwaru&lt;br /&gt;kagami ga utsusu hanabira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furishiboru you ni&lt;br /&gt;kogoreta ai wo sakende miru keredo&lt;br /&gt;modokashikute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meguru toki no naka de&lt;br /&gt;kizuguchi wa yagate&lt;br /&gt;kasabuta ni kowatte iku&lt;br /&gt;kimi wa sore o matazu&lt;br /&gt;totemo utsukushiku&lt;br /&gt;totemo hakanage de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hagare ochita ato no&lt;br /&gt;ubuge no you ni&lt;br /&gt;hi damari no naka de furueru inori&lt;br /&gt;ima wa muri ni dareka no koto wo&lt;br /&gt;ai sou to omowanakute ii no ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toki ni kono sekai wa&lt;br /&gt;ue wo muite&lt;br /&gt;aruku ni wa sukoshi mabushii sugiru ne&lt;br /&gt;shizumu you ni&lt;br /&gt;me wo fuseru to&lt;br /&gt;kawaita chimen ga namida wo susuru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;I know anytime&lt;br /&gt;Subete wo uketomenakute ii yo&lt;br /&gt;what do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;I know anytime&lt;br /&gt;koraeru koto dakedo&lt;br /&gt;Yuuki ja nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://a-lyrics.blogspot.com'&gt;coded by: a-lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8952238350602084281?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8952238350602084281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8952238350602084281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8952238350602084281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8952238350602084281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/10/alones-by-aqua-timez.html' title='Alones by Aqua Timez'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4113459329240198686</id><published>2007-10-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:24:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*John Michael Gonzaga*~*~*</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've written you something eh? How long has it been? 2 or 3 years? Sometimes, I wonder if you also think of me. Heh. I may never know. You were always the mysterious one. I never knew what's going on your mind the same way that you always know what I am thinking of. You may be reading my mind all the time. But it's better that way so I don't have to tell you the things that I wanted you to know. I still remember how we met 9 years ago. How you glared at me back then. Lolx. I was scared. Yes. But that didn't stop me from befriending you. I've always believed in the goodness of people. I did... back then. Everyone was afraid of you. Well, most, if not all. You were snobbish, brooding, quiet almost bordering on arrogance and you always frown. How can you manage to be like that and yet look so appealing? X.x Then, in a weird twist of fate, we became friends. They wonder how we got along. A perfect match. I am always smiling and you are always frowning. I am a total extrovert and you, an introvert. I always turn to you. Always. Sometimes, I think I won't be able to live without you. You always know what to say to make me feel better. Even your presence comforts me. Of course, I was too young to know that I was in love. Heh. Besides, you were never the possessive type. You even urge me to entertain others and I was always the one who says no. People started to think what's wrong with me and that I should just let you go or fall in love with someone else. But maybe I can't. Because it's my own choice. I don't know why or until when would I stay this way. Of course, I do get attracted to other people too but I know it wouldn't last. I fancy myself in love with someone else but who am I fooling? My friends say that I should just stop comparing everyone to you and try to appreciate them for who they are and not who I want them to be. But you see, I can't do that because I've already appreciated you from the start... so much that I can't seem to appreciate someone else unless I see something in them that reminds me of you. I know that's selfish of me. But I really miss you. I do. When you went away, a part of me died as well. Sometimes I blame you for everything. That you wanted it to be this way so there will always be something that would bind us. It makes me feel chained. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't. I just want you to know that I'm still here. Waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Mico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been greeting you from afar for five years now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Chukero wants to greet you as well. I know he misses you although he doesn't mention anything to me. He's been very good and always watching over me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*XOXOXO XXX OOO*~*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4113459329240198686?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4113459329240198686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4113459329240198686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4113459329240198686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4113459329240198686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/10/john-michael-gonzaga.html' title='*~*~*John Michael Gonzaga*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-6665803112446530358</id><published>2007-09-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:07:04.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~Should I Go or Should I Say No?~*~*</title><content type='html'>Ho-hum. Okay, life's been boring these past few weeks. So I am thinking if I should go on with what I am doing. Sure, I'm earning easy bucks but I guess something's missing. Well, aside from the fact that my schedule's changed (which means I don't get to see my original classmates), I had to put up with he same routine all over again. &gt;.&lt; Geez. I am getting tired of it (already?! Yeah, I know it's too soon). Sniff. Sojust when I'm getting used to the idea of working in graveyard shift, here comes the announcement that I have to go back to my original schedule of 4am-1pm next week. Bummer. I'm already so good at misdirections and now, I'm getting so darn good with time adjustments. I'm even losing track of time and date. &gt;.&lt; Darn! Plus, the memory of my past career drifts slowly like sand slipping from the hand. I'd be so lucky if I remember the basics. Hmm.. I'm planning to stick with this current dilemma until pay day. Maybe, if I change my mind (which I do more often than needed), I'll stick for another week and another and another, until I leave for Malaysia. Ho-hum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-6665803112446530358?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/6665803112446530358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=6665803112446530358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6665803112446530358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6665803112446530358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/09/should-i-go-or-should-i-say-no.html' title='*~*~Should I Go or Should I Say No?~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3350891806019408253</id><published>2007-08-21T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T04:07:12.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Girl in a Daydream*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Wooot! I haven't posted for a long long long time! I miss my blog! *sniff* Well anyways, updates updates updates! First off, my parents went to Malaysia already and Kit and I stayed at home along with Maan. Weee! Then I accompanied Maan in applying for work. We had...like.. a long week! Fortunately, we became co-workers! Hooray! *cue: throws confetti in the air* It was really destined! Lolz. I mean work starts at 4am, Aug.16 and she applied last Aug.15! Other people before her were assigned in other areas while she was placed in my area. Woooo!!! ^___^ Training is fun! Eventhough we start at 4am and end around 1pm, we still manage to hit the mall. Teeheehee! Anyways, It was very tiring *the training*. Usually, we only have 2 hours sleep and were forced to ride a cab everyday! Geez! Oh and I might as well tell you about my training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the training! It's easy. Well, I'm not having a hard time with it. The trainers were good and approachable. ^_^ I've also met lots of people with varied interests. My workplace has a wide collection of unique and interesting people. I'm actually starting to like it. ^_^ There's also this EMO guy.. Hahahaha! I know  I shouldn't make fun of people and it's not in my nature *heehee! tough luck* but he's so..so..so EMO! XD Emotionally-disturbed. Teehee! Kinda weird... *sweatdrops* Good thing he's not in my group. Lolx. I'll talk more about it soon! Main thing is I'm enjoying my job!!! ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3350891806019408253?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3350891806019408253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3350891806019408253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3350891806019408253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3350891806019408253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-in-daydream.html' title='*~*~*Girl in a Daydream*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7613035288308541794</id><published>2007-08-07T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:27:39.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Out in the City*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Out in the City*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!! I've finally posted something in my blog!!! It's been days (or weeks?!). I missed my blog.. really! ^_^ Okay, first things first. I already have a job. Whoopee! Leveling up! :) Actually, truth be told, I'm just saving up money for my trip to Malaysia this coming October. Hooray! I can complete the Gakuen Alice and Ouran manga I've been dreaming about for months now. Teehee! But who knows, I might like the job and stick with it for awhile before leaving for Malaysia. Ho-hum. ^^v What else? Oh yeah, Maan will be staying with us. Hmm.. Mom and Dad will go to Malaysia on August 12 so that leaves the house to us (Kit and Maan). Kit will celebrate his 18th birthday on August 24. SO that's the major events that'll happen soon. Summary! Summary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career: I already signed a contract and will be starting my training on Aug.16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: Been feelin' great! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship: My highschool friends were here last Sunday and we had dinner here at our house. ^_^ Maan will be staying here too. I will pick her up at the bus station today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: I'm currently into Saiunkoku Monogatari and Ouran High and Gakuen Alice. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life: Taking things one step at a time. Well, so far I've been thinking less about it. ^_^ Or staying away from the topic rather. Ho-hum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: oh! I've already found a copy of my most favorite song! I liked it since I was a kid. Even thought that if someone would sing it to me, I'd keep that person forever! Lolx. Kid stuff. Well, that's it for now! See you all soon! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7613035288308541794?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7613035288308541794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7613035288308541794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7613035288308541794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7613035288308541794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/08/out-in-city.html' title='*~*~*Out in the City*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7362607447286497804</id><published>2007-08-04T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T07:31:40.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*I Remember The Boy*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Nice song that I'm listening to right now. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I heard them play the song again &lt;br /&gt;An old familiar strain from way back when &lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry note and ev'ry line &lt;br /&gt;It's always been a fav'rite song of mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to haunt me so some years ago &lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the boy I used to know &lt;br /&gt;And although the melody lives on &lt;br /&gt;The mem'ries and the boy are all but gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the song still brings that certain glow &lt;br /&gt;And the words still sing of love I know &lt;br /&gt;It isn't why the way it was before &lt;br /&gt;I remember the boy but I don't remember &lt;br /&gt;the feelings anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promises we made seem easier then &lt;br /&gt;As if we knew our love would never end &lt;br /&gt;But seasons change and time erases the tears &lt;br /&gt;As swiftly as the rivers disappear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the song still brings that certain glow &lt;br /&gt;And the words still sing of love I know &lt;br /&gt;It isn't why the way it was before &lt;br /&gt;I remember the boy but I don't remember &lt;br /&gt;the feelings I remember the boy &lt;br /&gt;but I don't remember the feelings anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7362607447286497804?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7362607447286497804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7362607447286497804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7362607447286497804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7362607447286497804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-remember-boy.html' title='*~*~*I Remember The Boy*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3626000217210628665</id><published>2007-07-11T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T04:41:00.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Frustrated*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Frustrated*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez... PC's down and so am I. I can't even enter my own domain. Crap! Well, anyways, I just watched Harry Potter 4 today. I liked the effects. Magnificent as always. Although you wouldn't understand the film if you haven't watched it from the beginning. *Expected of a series* ^_^ Other than that, my day's just the way it is. I felt like time passes by without any change in me. Ordinary day. Ordinary me. Heehee. Oh! Enough of that. I just finished reading Message in a Bottle. I was crying at the end. I haven't watched the film yet so I was rather surprised at the ending. If true love is anything like that, then I guess I'm more afraid than ever. It was beautiful and sad at the same time. It made me think that nothing is permanent and no one knows what will happen in the future so if there's anything that you want to say or do, you might as well do now. What if you only have one chance to do the right thing? Why not risk? Geez... Wish I could tell that to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3626000217210628665?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3626000217210628665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3626000217210628665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3626000217210628665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3626000217210628665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/07/frustrated.html' title='*~*~*Frustrated*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2083511185781423233</id><published>2007-07-09T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:35:16.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Guys' Point of View*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Guys' Point of View*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: I just got this message in friendster. I wonder if it's true. Well, I don't believe in the chain stuff written but I'm talking about the content. ^_^ Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 96% of girls don't realize it until it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait 'til the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. One of the sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I'm in. Let us pay for you! Don't "feel bad" about it. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's&lt;br /&gt;looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the&lt;br /&gt;first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You&lt;br /&gt;have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. Ditch his sorry, disgrace-to-the-male-population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel, or what you do. Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys repost this if this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the less experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost as: guys' point of view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2083511185781423233?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2083511185781423233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2083511185781423233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2083511185781423233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2083511185781423233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/07/guys-point-of-view.html' title='*~*~*Guys&apos; Point of View*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8627014672399911091</id><published>2007-07-05T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:13:14.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Real*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Real by Plumb*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I'm twenty three&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful a sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little dress to draw the press&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be leaving&lt;br /&gt;All the rest behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well be pleased girl&lt;br /&gt;If this is what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is watching you take the stage&lt;br /&gt;What will you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I lovely&lt;br /&gt;And do you want me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry for something that will make me real&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me and&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately searching for something&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes imagine time&lt;br /&gt;Will not forget&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I numb the ache and decorate&lt;br /&gt;My emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Stand naked in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well be pleased world&lt;br /&gt;If this is what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;This young girl is everything that you made&lt;br /&gt;What will she say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I lovely&lt;br /&gt;And do you want me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry for something that will make me real&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me and&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately searching for something&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world goes home&lt;br /&gt;The lights go down&lt;br /&gt;My lipstick fades&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you want me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry for something that will make me real&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me and&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately searching for something&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Even though I'm not 23 yet, I feel attached to this song. Probably because I've been living in a dream world all my life that I tend to want something new. Something real. I've always wanted some prince who would fight for me. I thought I would only see him in my dreams. Now I know, someone would back me up and fight for me. Or at least be there whenever I need him. Sometimes, I want to ask him the same questions written in the song. I wonder what he'd say. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8627014672399911091?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8627014672399911091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8627014672399911091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8627014672399911091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8627014672399911091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/07/real.html' title='*~*~*Real*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-6108386288529840105</id><published>2007-07-03T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:57:17.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Angel of the Morning*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Angel of the Morning*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down in the dumps last night. I cried myself to sleep full of regret and hatred. Then I saw something magnificent in my dream. I was in a dark house. I was looking for something. I went outside only to find myself alone and sad. I walked and reached an elegant church made of gold and silver. Suddenly, I saw something from up above the church, someone is sitting on the cross. I wasn't sure if that being is a guy or a girl. He/She had matte-white skin and golden brown curls, garbed in red, blue and white shimmering silk robe. He or she felt my presence and looked at me. I saw that the eyes were green and they were glistening. He/She stood up and I saw the magnificent wings spread! It was shining. The angel swooped down and reached me, touched my face and held my hand. I was overwhelmed, filled with awe and wonder. The angel lifted me up and we soar in the sky. I wasn't afraid of falling because I know, I believed, that he/she won't let me go. The angel had the sweetest and gentlest smile I've ever seen! He/she squeezed my hand and gently let me go. I was falling but I wasn't scared. I closed my eyes and felt that I landed on soft grass and when I opened my eyes. I was awake with the traces of the fallen teardrops... yet smiling, the hate and regret gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There’ll be no strings to bind your hands&lt;br /&gt;Not if my love can find your heart&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no need to take a stand&lt;br /&gt;For it was I who choose to start&lt;br /&gt;I see no need to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I’m old enough to face the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call me angel of the morning, angel.&lt;br /&gt;Just touch my cheek before you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly turn away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the sunlight will be dim&lt;br /&gt;But it won’t matter anyhow&lt;br /&gt;If morning’s echoes say we’ve sinned&lt;br /&gt;Then it was what I wanted now&lt;br /&gt;And if we’re victims of the night&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be blinded by the light.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-6108386288529840105?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/6108386288529840105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=6108386288529840105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6108386288529840105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6108386288529840105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/07/angel-of-morning.html' title='*~*~*Angel of the Morning*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3026183074512519016</id><published>2007-07-02T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:49:05.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Dimension Breach*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Dimension Breach*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I'm feeling this way. I wanted to talk to him so badly. But no words seem to come out. There were lots of things I wanted to say to him. I wanted to know more too. But I can feel the distance and now, I feel the same kind of pain I felt before. I have no reason to feel this way. That's what makes it so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Love is a Universal emotion, then the pain it often causes is equally Universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of comfort? Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what each of these poignantly sad stories are about - sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.&lt;br /&gt;It's drifting o're the gentle rain,&lt;br /&gt;A symbol of my silent pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3026183074512519016?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3026183074512519016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3026183074512519016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3026183074512519016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3026183074512519016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/07/dimension-breach.html' title='*~*~*Dimension Breach*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7394334511871774620</id><published>2007-07-02T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:35:53.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Time's Scar*~*~</title><content type='html'>~*~*Time's Scar*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"But aren't memories strange? &lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that you've forgotten about something, &lt;br /&gt;It comes floating back into your heart. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just lying there in wait.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that right moment..." -Leena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid to think that just because he shared his dreams with me, he would someday give me his love. Yes. I know... Here we go again. Rants and more of it. As I looked back at the memories, it reminded me of how long those had been. Others say that love of this kind only lasts for three years. It had been more than that I guess. But why is it still here? Maybe because he is everything. I love his smile...the same smile I see reflected in me everyday. I love the way his eyes sparkle and how his voice changes whenever he thinks of something mischievous to do or to say. I love the way he looks at me *or even when he's not looking at me at all* as if he's forever teasing me for being me... as if he knows what I'm thinking and what I'm about to do.... my childish, immature and hot-headed self. I love his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes he's too hyper and so energetic. And the next moment, he's locked himself up in a place where only he could go. I love his generosity and carefree attitude about life. I love a lot more things about him. I love him for what he is and what he's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... a part of me wanted to let the love I have for him die a sudden death. Leaving me shocked and numb so as not to feel the pain. Unfortunately, it dies a slow, painful death just to come back and haunt me day and night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still somewhere in my deepest, darkest memories. And just when I think I'm over it, it keeps floating back into my heart. I wanted to believe that I'm also in his heart. With him nurturing the feeling, waiting for that right moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7394334511871774620?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7394334511871774620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7394334511871774620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7394334511871774620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7394334511871774620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/07/memories.html' title='~*~*Time&apos;s Scar*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3692265863768749127</id><published>2007-06-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:12:20.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legion of Gaea Ver.3: Revival</title><content type='html'>Letter from His Majesty, Covert Master =RYOGA= found in the archives of Acheron, regarding the disappearance of the Legion and the attempted (later successful) rescue mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loyal gentry:&lt;br /&gt;Greetings and Salutations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dispatching this report to all the loyal citizens of Gaea in the hopes of reaching you before the first snowfall. The skies in Gaea had been gray but the air that held the promise of storms to come had ceased to remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone of us had reasons to leave Gaea, may it be announced or unannounced. Whether it be career, studies, family, health, and yes, even love. However, the bond between us all began to feel the need to return to our homeland. Even the oracle had proved the existence of this bond called friendship. With that said, gather and rejoice for you will see the open skies of Gaea over your head once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the power vested upon me by the heavens, as thy Majesty, thy sovereign ruler of Gaea, lords and ladies of all stations, I hereby announce the opening of the kingdom of Gaea's borders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Excellency,&lt;br /&gt;Covert Master =RYOGA=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: July 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Legion of Gaea url: http://legionofgaea.proboards31.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is invited. Pass it on. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3692265863768749127?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3692265863768749127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3692265863768749127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3692265863768749127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3692265863768749127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/legion-of-gaea-ver3-revival.html' title='Legion of Gaea Ver.3: Revival'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-6114009443356134946</id><published>2007-06-28T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:53:56.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*Love: Saddest things about it...*~*~</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Hardest Things In Love...*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bringing back the feeling you've learned to forget. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;2. Finding a way to mend a broken heart. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;3. Learning that you've been used by someone you truly love. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;4. Letting go of a person you've just learned to love. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;5. Realizing that you love the person you've just broken up with. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;6. Waiting for promises you know (s)he'll never keep. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;7. Saying your love for someone who loves somebody else. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;8. Reminiscing the good times you shared together. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;9. Shielding your heart to love somebody. &lt;--HIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Trying to hide what you really feel. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;11. Having a commitment with someone that you know would not last. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;12. Trying to hide the tears that involuntarily fall from your eyes. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving up someone you never thought of giving up. &lt;--hit!&lt;br /&gt;14. Falling in love for the first time. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;15. PRETENDING you're OK when inside you're dying... &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;16. Lying in bed each night, thinking of that special person you can never have. &lt;--hit!&lt;br /&gt;17. Loving someone you haven't seen. &lt;--HIT!&lt;br /&gt;18. Loving the right one at the wrong time. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;19. Exerting effort to make the relationship last or work. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;20. Not being appreciated when you know you've given your best. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;21. Taking the risk to fall in love again. &lt;--hit!&lt;br /&gt;22. Choosing between 2 persons whom you really love. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;23. Turning down someone you love dearly but only as a friend. &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;24. Listening to him talk about the girl he loves (which is not you) and seeing how his eyes light up as he does so. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;25. Seeing the guy/girl you love staring at a guy/girl who happens to be your friend while you're staring at him/her too... &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;26. Letting go only to find out later on you shouldn't have let go because every time you see the person, you only fall deeper... &lt;--hit!&lt;br /&gt;27. When the one you love doesn't even know you exist... &lt;--hit!!!&lt;br /&gt;28. Saying "I Love You" not knowing how the person will respond/reply. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;29. When he/she leaves you knowing that you'll never get to see each other again... and there's no chance of getting back together. &lt;--miss&lt;br /&gt;30. Falling in love with someone you didn't mean to fall in love with. &lt;--HIT!&lt;br /&gt;31. Seeing the one you love crying for someone else... &lt;--hit&lt;br /&gt;32. Breaking a friend's trust. &lt;--HIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;33. Still wait for him/her even though you know he'll never be there. &lt;--HIT!&lt;br /&gt;34. Loving someone who doesn't exist. &lt;--HIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;35. Choosing not to love because you're afraid to get hurt... &lt;--HIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-6114009443356134946?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/6114009443356134946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=6114009443356134946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6114009443356134946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6114009443356134946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-saddest-things-about-it.html' title='~*~*Love: Saddest things about it...*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8503178608986308677</id><published>2007-06-26T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:52:12.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*International Nana Day*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Phil. Nana Day*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee-o Nana fans! Celebrate 'coz the BLACKSTONES will rock your world. Oh yes, Nana day will be celebrated here in the Philippines too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;707 INTERNATIONAL NANA DAY PHILIPPINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: R&amp;B Music Venue, Metrowalk&lt;br /&gt;Date: July 7, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:07 pm – 2:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Entrance Fee: PhP 150 with free drink&lt;br /&gt;(Iced Tea or San Mig Light) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanart, Fanvid, cosplay and Jmusic for everyone!!! What fun way to celebrate 7/7/07! Get those instruments rollin' and rock on! ^^v See yah there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info. check this out --&gt; http://philnanaday.tk/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8503178608986308677?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8503178608986308677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8503178608986308677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8503178608986308677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8503178608986308677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/international-nana-day.html' title='*~*~*International Nana Day*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-1764546986624099379</id><published>2007-06-26T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:33:29.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Tainted Glass*~*~*</title><content type='html'>I am looking at a girl. She's pretty to look at, or so they say. But I can't see it. All I see is a helpless girl keeping a lot of things to herself. They say that she's a nice lady. Elegant and kind, full of dreams and hope. But I can't see it. She, to me, is an empty shell. She has wings but she can't fly. She has clear eyes but it's clouded with fear. She's like a beautiful glass yet easily broken. Help her because I can't... help myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-1764546986624099379?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/1764546986624099379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=1764546986624099379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1764546986624099379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1764546986624099379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/tainted-glass.html' title='*~*~*Tainted Glass*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-723306897732901034</id><published>2007-06-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:28:58.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~Odi et Amo~*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"odi et amo quare id faciam fortasse requiris / nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior"&lt;/span&gt; ~The opening of Catullus 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you perhaps ask. I do not know, but I feel it happening and I am tormented. My fears are beginning to surface again. Unwept tears fill my soul. I hate this feeling. I hate running away. But it's what I always do. Running away is what I'm good at. Putting my trust in someone is hard. Why is it so? I know that if I'm always like this, nothing will happen. I have always been living in a dream world. A sad fairytale that I chose to believe. Jaded, but for no reason. Depressed, with an uncertain cause. Perhaps I am confused, just like you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"rosa rubicundior lilio candidior omnibus formosior semper in te glorior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Redder than the rose, whiter than the lilies, fairer than all things, I do ever glory in thee..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-723306897732901034?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/723306897732901034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=723306897732901034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/723306897732901034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/723306897732901034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/odi-et-amo.html' title='*~*~Odi et Amo~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2684094396587522898</id><published>2007-06-16T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:59:19.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~* @};- *~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~* @};- *~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me sleep&lt;br /&gt;For when I sleep &lt;br /&gt;I dream that you are here&lt;br /&gt;You’re mine&lt;br /&gt;And all my fears are left behind&lt;br /&gt;I float on air&lt;br /&gt;The nightingale sings gentle lullabys&lt;br /&gt;So let me close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleep&lt;br /&gt;A chance to dream&lt;br /&gt;So I can see the face I long to touch&lt;br /&gt;To kiss&lt;br /&gt;But only dreams can bring me this&lt;br /&gt;So let the moon&lt;br /&gt;Shine softly on the boy I long to see&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when he dreams&lt;br /&gt;He’ll dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hide beneath the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And whisper to the evening stars&lt;br /&gt;They tell me love is just a dream away&lt;br /&gt;Dream away&lt;br /&gt;A dream away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the moon&lt;br /&gt;Shine softly on the boy I long to see&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when he dreams&lt;br /&gt;He’ll dream of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2684094396587522898?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2684094396587522898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2684094396587522898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2684094396587522898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2684094396587522898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='*~*~* @};- *~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-952736190434286944</id><published>2007-06-13T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:38:58.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Ilocos Trip*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm back here in Vigan after...hmm... 3 years or so? The bus trip was fun, tiring and quite long. Heehee. There are lots of changes but it's good to know that the things I adore are still here. XD Empanada, the beach, museums, even old antique houses and merchandise. ^___^ Weeee! I took lots of pictures. I am sooo looking forward to lotsa activities tomorrow. I'll update soon. Xiao! Oh by the way, chukero's with me. ehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-952736190434286944?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/952736190434286944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=952736190434286944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/952736190434286944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/952736190434286944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/ilocos-trip.html' title='*~*~*Ilocos Trip*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5592354783148652020</id><published>2007-06-12T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:59:22.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Otanjoubi Omedetou Waka-sama*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Otanjoubi Omedetou Jan2x-sama*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waiting like a rose...&lt;br /&gt;Encaptured, enclosed...&lt;br /&gt;For someone out there,&lt;br /&gt;Who isn't afraid to get hurt...&lt;br /&gt;By the thorns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was someone I never thought I'd get along. Yet, he had offered me a lovely friendship.. which I gladly I accepted. ^_^ I met waka-sama just recently but I felt that I'd known him before. He's nice *or so I thought... heehee jox!*. I don't know a lot of things about him yet, still, I feel safe and comfortable around him. I can tell him anything and everything without hesitation nor the fear of being ridiculed or laughed at. With him, I can be myself and let my guard down... even for a moment. He can easily break down the massive barrier which I've enclosed myself in. Like the presence of fresh air in a dark cellar, waka-sama somehow brought the life back into my soul. If only he could be the sword and shield I've been waiting for... ^__^ anyways, I just want him to be happy on his bday. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otanjoubi omedetou waka-sama. ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5592354783148652020?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5592354783148652020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5592354783148652020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5592354783148652020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5592354783148652020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/06/otanjoubi-omedetou-capture-sama.html' title='*~*~*Otanjoubi Omedetou Waka-sama*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2768835759966611424</id><published>2007-05-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T04:08:33.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*Shooting Star*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*Shooting Star*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I see all the stars twinkling&lt;br /&gt;They're like the people of this planet,&lt;br /&gt;all emitting different types of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand out in that crowd,&lt;br /&gt;and shine brighter than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and swear.&lt;br /&gt;I entrust my dream to a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the park I always go to.&lt;br /&gt;I can watch the night scenery from the slide.&lt;br /&gt;Since long ago, it has been my own special seat.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have any troubles, I always come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that time, I've been chasing my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, it hasn't come true&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the end.&lt;br /&gt;What a weak voice I speak in.&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I feel bitter about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;looking for the shooting star in that starry sky&lt;br /&gt;That wish I made when I was small&lt;br /&gt;hasn't changed with the passage of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~from Nagareboshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I met my shooting star? Maybe yes. Maybe not. ^_^ Well, not much has changed since my last post. I mean, I'm still stuck with whatever keeps me from not moving forward. Then again, I've decided myself that I should move. It's now or never. ^_^ I'm mostly bothered with my career than anything at the moment. I know I should get started and not waste time. I think I'm ready to try now. My family's doing fine too. We already bought a new house! Yay! A new house! With my own pink room and a toilet and bath. It's situated at the second floor and I'm so excited to move in. Although it won't happen any time soon because a lot of things must get fixed first. Heehee. I'm uber excited! Really. As for the love life. Hahaha! Nothing's changed with the issue except maybe a new inspiration. Haven't known him for a long time and I'm just..err...well, kinda interested. But nothing major yet. Maybe get to know him better sounds good... and right. ^_^ Oh and I want to share something too. I missed Sheila's birthday! And I feel bad. T___T ho-hum. I really can't do anything about the traffic! Ugh... I'm also excited about the things that my sister sent. Teehee!!! Miss yah sis! ^_^ Oooooh what else... Hmmm... That's it for today, I guess. Ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2768835759966611424?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2768835759966611424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2768835759966611424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2768835759966611424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2768835759966611424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/shooting-star.html' title='*~*Shooting Star*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4209265559628771822</id><published>2007-05-12T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:04:26.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Last Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*</title><content type='html'>We had our final exams to day in BLS and SFA. ^_^ It wasn't very hard but the questions were really tricky. After the exams, we had our MCI, a role play regarding the actual situation in emergency cases. It was fun although a bit messy. I have asthma so I was included in the victims list together with Em. Awww... imagine putting all gory stuff on you. Lolx. I was a burn victim with a puncture at the back. So they had to carry lying face down. At first, I was really upset because of the rough handling and "uncomfortable touches" from the so-called rescuers. Geez!!! And I had a hard time removing the sticky stuff from my body and my hair. After that, our instructors announced our graduation. And I was given a recognition of some sort by being the highest in BLS or basic life support. Geez, I didn't expect that. Well, they gave me a red cross pin. Cute red cross pin. XD Weeee!!! Another treasure. ^_^ I'm proud of it. I am also thinking of becoming an instructor. They need additional instructors so I might apply together with Em, Rex, Bry and Alex. Awww.... On Monday, I have no training anymore. I'm sure gonna miss them too. ^_^ Even for just a week.. I had fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the other news... It's about APC and I feel like it's nonsense to talk about it. All I can say is I've had enough. That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4209265559628771822?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4209265559628771822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4209265559628771822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4209265559628771822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4209265559628771822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-training-red-cross.html' title='*~*~*Last Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5767654392778375970</id><published>2007-05-11T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T04:59:30.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Fifth Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Fifth Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that the practical exams were over. I guess I did well on most part of the exam. Hmm.. Just wish it's enough to make me a licensed first aider oh and to allow me to conduct CPR. Tomorrow's our graduation... anyways, I'll continue later... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5767654392778375970?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5767654392778375970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5767654392778375970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5767654392778375970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5767654392778375970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/fifth-day-training-red-cross.html' title='*~*~*Fifth Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-1678493331767194791</id><published>2007-05-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:52:51.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Fourth Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Fourth Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee!!!! Today is another fun-filled as well as tiring day. Hehehe. I was really nervous about our practical exam early this morning. Geez! Good thing Sir Ken reviewed the techniques and presented it again. That was a relief. I almost thought that I would fail. ^_^ Then again, I enjoyed learning about the different bandaging techniques. Just nice to know. Our exam wasn't really that bad. The individual demonstration was easier than the group. It's hard to communicate with my groupmates. *sweatdrops*... Ho-hum... Wish it didn't affect our grade that much. T_T We made a mistake on our last demo. Anyways, I wouldn't want to think about that now. Hmmmm.. what else?! Oh yeah, we started discussing about Basic Life Support: CPR and Rescue Breathing. We'll be having another practical exam tomorrow. Oh noooo!! I'm not afraid nor nervous with the exam itself (CPR and RB) but.... I'm gonna resuscitate a dummy. T____T What the fudge?!?! Err....my first kiss is a dummy. Yeowch... How terrible. Lolx. Don't want to think of that either.... I really need some sleep. lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to my aunt's house with my mom after the training. Carrying my trusted insights with me *read: heavenly cards*, I told her about the things to come..*sweatdrops* I have nothing against fortune-telling. I can even say that it's a stress reliever. But doing that all the time?!?! Errr... it would rather take a long time before I get used to it. I mean, it really drains your energy. No joke! Sometimes I'm even tired of my card-reading sessions than my actual training in Red Cross. XD  Harhar... Maybe I should consider changing lifestyle. Lolx... Just kidding. Anyways, uysing my gift of foresight, has its disadvantages too. My ghost sightings and paranormal experiences start to get more frequent. Noooo!!!! T_T I'm telling you, it's not a pretty sight. It can actually become quite.... distracting. XD hehehe.. Oh well, can't say no to people when they need my counsel. After all, it's not everyday you meet someone willing to tell the future... T_T Too bad, I have nothing to gain with it. Lolx.. Kidding! Gnyt!!! It's hard keeping my eyes open. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-1678493331767194791?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/1678493331767194791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=1678493331767194791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1678493331767194791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1678493331767194791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/fourth-day-training-red-cross.html' title='*~*~*Fourth Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3168180021548597909</id><published>2007-05-09T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:10:06.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Third Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Third Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed a lot about Standard First Aid and did a lot of drills. We performed some bandaging technique as well. It was fun to learn these things however.... we'll be having our practical exam tomorrow! Oh yes, you heard it right. Uwaaah. I'm not sure if I can get it all right. Actually, I haven't memorized it all yet. Ho-hum. Helllp!!! X_x... Wish I can pass it all. I really wanted to learn. So I must work hard for it, ne? I know I can do it! Ganbatte ne, Kim-chan! ^_^ Oh, and another thing... I'll be the second trainee to perform. Oh nooooeees!!! XD Anyways, I gotta study now. Ciao! I'll let you know what'll happen in our practical exam. *nervous* Hehehe! Wish either Sir Kenneth or Sir Alain will be the one to give my exam. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3168180021548597909?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3168180021548597909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3168180021548597909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3168180021548597909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3168180021548597909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/third-day-training-red-cross.html' title='*~*~*Third Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3920838086775299504</id><published>2007-05-08T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:35:47.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Second Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*Second Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooot!!! We were late awhile ago.. Crap! XD hehehe... We arrived around 8:25am. If we were five more minutes late, we would've been dropped from the training. Lolx. Well, almost. But we weren't warned until today so we're still safe.Besides, the condition only applies if someone is 30 minutes late. ^___^ *defense position* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today is a tiring day. We discussed about wounds and burns, had a tarot-reading session with red cross buddies, then headed at the Rizal stadium *near Harrison Plaza/Manila Zoo*?! Actually, the trip to the venue was more tiring than the program itself... *sweatdrops* After which, we went to Gateway and met with Pau, Jo, Kat and Armar! Weee! I sooo missed them. Then another tarot-reading session by request. *sweatdrops again*... Heehee. Total energy vacuum. Hehe. Well, it doesn't bother me that much. I want to practice it anyway. After all, the more you do it, the better you get.Not only in interpretation but also in energy control. I discovered that you can actually control the release of energy. Hah! A useful information. Teeheehee. Atleast I don't get to be an energy vampire again. XD geez. What am I talking about. The heat must've reached my brain. X_x Forget about that energy stuff. I must've made it all up. Harhar. So that's it! Another interesting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3920838086775299504?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3920838086775299504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3920838086775299504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3920838086775299504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3920838086775299504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/second-day-training-red-cross.html' title='*~*~*Second Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3013971834163593702</id><published>2007-05-07T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:18:13.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*First Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*</title><content type='html'>*~*~*First Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day in Red Cross was a blast!!! It was fun and exciting. Well, I might as well tell you what happened. Emzterz and I met @ McDonald's Anonas around 7:30am. Then we headed to the Q.C. Chapter of Phil.National Red Cross. At around 8:15am, the instructor, Sir Kenneth oriented us with the house rules and the things you need to know about Red Cross. Ma'am Joan talked about the history and principles. Then Sir Ken *again* explained First Aid and we immediately hopped on to the skills. This is my favorite part. We were shown the different types of transferring a patient and about emergency rescue. He also tackled things about CPR. Well, it's all basically an overview of our training since it's only our first day. Nevertheless, I had a great time!!! Oh and I've met new friends from FEU like Bryan, Alex and Rex. There are also some professionals *doctors, management graduate etc...* I'm looking forward to our future activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh..another great thing! Maan will stay at our home tonight together with Aaron! Weeeeeee!!! Saw her again!!! I am so happy. Ral dropped by our house too! Imagine!!! The three of us met again... even for just a short span of time. It's like...equivalent to years of happiness. Lolx! I really missed US being together like this. Talking non-stop and just.. hanging around. Friends forever Ral and Maan!!! Ho-hum... Such a splendid day... magical.. I feel really really really lucky. ^_______^  Oh how I wish it wouldn't end so soon. But I understand that we can't always be this happy. harhar. So see y'all again tomorrow. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3013971834163593702?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3013971834163593702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3013971834163593702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3013971834163593702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3013971834163593702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-training-red-cross.html' title='*~*~*First Day Training @ Red Cross*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5625828697234741990</id><published>2007-05-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:29:55.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Downfall*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Issue #1: APC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit! Yes. Well, I did just that few days ago. And yes, I was clear-headed and calm when I did that. It wasn't just a spur of emotional anger or an irrational idea. I thought about it before and the consequences it might induce. I expected a lot of comments and the angry remarks I might encounter. I know that most of the members wouldn't agree with my decisions and my views. I can't blame them. Well, truth of it all is that I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of hearing this side and that side. I'm tired of balancing things out. I'm tired of trying to please everyone and tired of the banters they make. For once, I want to listen to myself. It was hard leaving something you treasured and fought for... for a long time! Imagine all my sacrifices.. too bad it had been a waste. A waste of time and effort. I felt really useless. After all, they weren't listening to me anyhow. So what's the use of sticking to something if it doesn't make you happy? SO finally, I'm breaking the chains. I've had enough. But I am not saying that I am closing the door to the friends I've gained in this group. They will always be special.. Siyempre katulad ko silang special child. Haay. And I do think about them once in a while. Anyways, I wouldn't take back everything I've said. I've already decided and I won't change my mind. I hope they would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #2: Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been sure of what I want. But I do have problems on how to get it. And now that I already have a definite plan, everything comes crumbling down again. Ho-hum. I wish a miracle would happen. I want to be a Red Cross volunteer. After that, I'd apply in a nearby hospital *E.R. Area* Weee... Hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #3: Quicksilver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that he's absolutely out of my life. Lolx. Here we go again. Sometimes, I just want to let go. But fate always finds a way. Arrrgh!!! My mind says it's silly and just a part of the past but my heart says otherwise. I know I must hold back. After all, it's what I'm good at. I'm trying my best to forget you. We both know I should let go... It would be nice if you'd let me try. Arrrgh!!&lt;br /&gt;"I hate forcing myself to let go of one person that I need in my life. It's the only thing that makes sense but at the same time, it's the same thing that complicates me. I know that I'm better off without that person, yet I feel empty whenever I try to let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzumaki-kun: One grows distant from another not because of hatred, not because of indifference but because of fear. There's the fear that the hurt gets greater as one gets closer. A recognition of the tendency to fall deeply and consequently drowned in a quicksand of irrationalities. Sometimes, what drives one away is not the absence of emotion but the overwhelming presence of it. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh!!! I'm so dead... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5625828697234741990?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5625828697234741990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5625828697234741990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5625828697234741990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5625828697234741990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/05/downfall.html' title='*~*~*Downfall*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3116649720173397847</id><published>2007-04-26T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T04:16:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Otanjoubi Omedetou Ral*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Weeee!!! Ral, happy bdae!!! Ayun, kelan kaya tayo magkikita? hehehe.. may bibigay ako sau xempre... Wah! Bakit ba dito ako nagmemessage sau... I'm supposed to give a nice, long article about you.. lolx... wala naman ako maisip. XD hehehe.... Anyway, para malaman ng iba, nakilala ko si Ralyn Estrada Apuhin sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas Kolehiyo ng Baguio noong kami'y nasa unang taon ng kolehiyo. naks!!! nakakatagalog na ko ng marami. Weeee!!! Kakaiba nga yung meeting namin kasi medical exam pa noon. Di pa kami enrolled. Kasunod ko siya sa pila. Tahimik at mukhang mabait naman. Wala ko magawa kaya kinausap ko siya. Ayun pala taga-Marikina din siya at Biology din ang course. Naisip ko nga na baka maging magkaklase kami *at yun nga nangyari!!!* Galing! Chika ever naman kami. Pagkatapos ko sa medical exam, enroll ako agad. Pagtapos ko, siya yung kasunod kaso biglang nag-lunch break. wahahah!!! di siya inabot.. *ngaun ko lang naisip, baka malas ka nun* XD So, yun, di ko na siya nakita after. Hanggang nun Orientation, halo-halo pa lahat ng freshmen, akalain mong siya ulit yung kasunod ko? Sa dinami-dami ng repapis, etong tahimik pa nakasunod. XD chikaever ulit. Magkaklase nga kami at pareho pang letter "A" ang surname. So same group at naging buddy-buddy. Kuha number, sabay pumasok at di na kami mapaghiwalay after that... Lolx. Ewan ko ba paano kami nagkakasundo eh sobrang opposites talaga. Ayun, naging boardmate pa kami sa dorm and eventually, became housemates for like 1 1/2 years. Hahaha! Sa umaga, tanghali at gabi, wala kami ginawa kundi magchikahan. What's so funny is that the things we talk about are the same things that happened to us that day. Weird no? Minsan pag walang magawa, kakanta an lang ako ng japanese songs na nirerequest niya. Hahaha! Kasama ko rin yan sa pagka-adik sa internet. Nako, chat to the max kami sa MiRC dati. Umaabot kami ng 15 hours walang tayuan. Kape o noodles lang katapat na si Kuya Ed *yung nagbabantay ng comp. shop* pa ang gumagawa para samin. Hahahah!!! Spoiled brat kami pagdating dun kay Kuya Ed. ^___^ Waaaah!!! nasan an kaya siya? Well, anyways, tungkol pala kay Ral to.. So yun nga, binagyo din kami ng problema pero alam namin na as long as we're together *kasama si Maan* eh walang problemang di namin kaya. O diba? All for one and one for all ang drama ng lola mo. Hehehehe... Xempre nagdaan narin kami sa matinding away.. Hindi kami nag-usap for months! Imagine!!! Pero nanaig pa rin ang friendship. Totoo nga na hindi maipagpapalit ang kaibigan. Akala ko hindi na kami magkakaayos. Pero ayun bago ako mag-graduate, nag-usap kami ulit. That month was one of the best months of my life kasi ang daming magandang nangyari. Heehehe. Hindi na namin pinag-usapan o binalikan pa yung nangyari. Tinignan namin in a positive way. Inisip namin na test of friendship lang yun at nalamapasan namin! Yay!! *throws confetti in the air*. Marami din kami natutunan at alam ko na mas naging matibay ang aming pagkakaibigan. Haaaay... I would never trade my memories with her and Maan sa kahit anong bagay *kahit mukha akong zeny wahahahah*!!! Errr... kahit na si Kurama pa ang magtanggal ng memory ko! Huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Ayoko isipin. Lolx.... Hehehe!!! O cya... Wala lang akong magawa... hahaha!! hahahahappy birthday Ralulu!!!! Sana maging happy ka na talaga.... ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3116649720173397847?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3116649720173397847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3116649720173397847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3116649720173397847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3116649720173397847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/otanjoubi-omedetou-ral.html' title='*~*~*Otanjoubi Omedetou Ral*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5659107799667957406</id><published>2007-04-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:58:23.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Multiply Account*~*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maxienne.multiply.com/r/b"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src="http://images.maxienne.multiply.com/badge/U2FsdGVkX1.4ExfosB6SkyUxw98d0Jea.YXu.0W02AFfVNVQpubdFTdgge9hRU6j9ow0YFSxRvx1WOuMqel,8jGygRtQ.AVTqG3JrngfEgJIk,.Db3nZ7Q==/badge.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my other haven~!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5659107799667957406?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5659107799667957406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5659107799667957406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5659107799667957406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5659107799667957406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/multiply-account.html' title='*~*~*Multiply Account*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-739238758960158414</id><published>2007-04-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:25:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Gong Xi Fa Cai*~*~*</title><content type='html'>I know this entry is waaay too late. I am also aware that I am neglecting my blog. I've been bombarded with stress and I was really depressed these past few weeks. I am on the verge of giving-up. Believe me, It's very very hard to deal with. Anyways, I'm not here to talk about that. I'll just end up being frustrated if I do. So on with my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*02/17/07 12:21AM 14-6-4 Palladium, KL Malaysia*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gong Xi Fa Cai! Today is the start of the Chinese New Year. The year of the golden fire pig. Luckily, I'm here in KL to witness the spectacular event. Actually, the official date of the Chinese New Year is 02/18/07. Then again, it's a 3-day event. Suteki ne! Anyhow, I want to share that I spent Valentine's Day in Singapore. Yep. The Land of the Merlion. Might as well go on with the detail before it's lost in the recesses of my brain (the thinking part, that is). Last February 13, I was really agitated 'coz my eyes were still sore. Ugh. I might be detained in the immigration due to that so I really took a day's rest. No books, tv or anything that will keep my eyes open for a whole minute. Oh, the agony! I want to get back on my manga project Noumena. Anyways, that's a different story. So Feb. 14 came and I was awake even before my alarm off and before my mom knocked on my door. Guess I was excited. First thing I did was open the lights and check on my eyes. Ain't bloodshot red but looking sore and teary. It was 4:30AM and I had chilli Tom Yam mee for breakfast. Had my day jumpstart with that one. Finished my morning ritual and everything was set. Bus ride was due @ 7:30AM. It was a long 3hr. drive from KL to Kota Raya where the immigration was. Geez, was I ever scared. Good thing the Malaysian immigration officer took no notice of my sore eyes. Then we reached the Woodlands Checkpoint where the Singapore immigration was. Oh, the only thing that separates Malaysia from Singapore is the Causeway Link *bridge*. Took no notice of my eyes again and gave me a 14-day pass. Cool. Then I'm finally in Singapore. Ho-hum. I'm quite sleepy now so I'll continue with my journey next time. Oh, better not forget my New Year's Resolution. Gong Xi Fa Cai! Turning chinese... nuuu.. I'm japanese! Lolx. After I marry Kenichi Matsuyama or Kenta Kamakari. Harhar! Gotta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*02/17/07 3:17PM 14-6-4 Palladium, KL Malaysia*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Teehee. I'm going swimming at the condo pool later! I need some time alone. Well, not actually alone. My mom and my aunt'll be nearby having snack at the bar. I'll swim at around 3:30PM coz the children won't be back from school until 5PM. Harharhar! I have the pool to myself! And I'll order some snack from the bar too!!! This is life. XD So there, I'll continue with my journey to Singapore last Valentine's day. Upon arrival, we searched for a restaurant because the ride/trip was exhausting and I was really hungry. I had Bird's Nest soup for lunch. Our first stop was in Novena and we visited the Novena Church. I saw the most beautiful image of Mother Mary! Her smile was so sweet and her eyes were full of love and sympathy. Oh, and the smell of roses! You'll love it! After that, we headed to Chinatown. The bazaar was bustling with people. It was so exciting! I was exhilirated. There were lots of interesting items. We stayed at Dragon Hotel and retired early. One thing I can say about Singapore is their great food! Singapore is a fast-paced country. There are lots of people walking here and there. To be honest, I prefer Kuala Lumpur than Singapore. Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: So that's it... I'll be posting other stuff soon. I miss Malaysia. I like to go back there again. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-739238758960158414?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/739238758960158414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=739238758960158414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/739238758960158414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/739238758960158414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='*~*~*Gong Xi Fa Cai*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4045740220899752860</id><published>2007-04-22T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:16:05.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*As I Lay Me Down*~*~*</title><content type='html'>It felt like spring time on this February morning&lt;br /&gt;In the courtyard birds were singing your praise&lt;br /&gt;I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I carried them with me today &lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;This I pray&lt;br /&gt;That you will hold me dear&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm far away&lt;br /&gt;I'll whisper your name&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I will wake up happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I feel so high &lt;br /&gt;Though I am not above the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Heavy hearted&lt;br /&gt;Till you call my name&lt;br /&gt;And it sounds like church bells &lt;br /&gt;Or the whistle of a train&lt;br /&gt;On a summer evening &lt;br /&gt;I'll run to meet you &lt;br /&gt;Barefoot barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;This I pray&lt;br /&gt;That you will hold me dear&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm far away&lt;br /&gt;I'll whisper your name into the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I will wake up happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too near for me&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower I need the rain&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not clear to me&lt;br /&gt;Every season has its change&lt;br /&gt;And I will see you&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes out again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4045740220899752860?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4045740220899752860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4045740220899752860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4045740220899752860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4045740220899752860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-i-lay-me-down.html' title='*~*~*As I Lay Me Down*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-451946710403160202</id><published>2007-04-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T08:27:07.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Why Am I Still Single*~*~*</title><content type='html'>A topic in &lt;a href="http://animepopclan.proboards39.com"&gt;Anime Pop Clan Forum&lt;/a&gt; gave me this idea about why am I still single. A lot of people ask me that one thing and I'd like to explain my reasons. I don't get it why they get shocked that I still don't have a boyfriend. I admit that most girls my age, usually, have a special someone. Even my family tease me about it. XD Sometimes, I just smile at them, make a face or shrug my shoulders. But here's what I have in mind. So for those who would dare ask me again. I'd send them a link to this post. Aha aha ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~taken from Love Lounge (APC FORUM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! parang Loveless ver.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... reasons kung bakit single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love is not included in my top priorities. When I speak of love, I pertain to the romantic attachment you feel with the opposite sex. Kasi diba iba2x naman ang love. *Don't even get me started with the kinds I have in mind...* There's more to my life. I mean, I enjoy thinking about other things like hobbies, nature, adventure, books and stuff. Don't get me wrong. I love dreaming about "Love" and I like feeling "kilig" moments too. However, I do not focus on it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I enjoy being single at this very moment. You know, we have this misconception that being single means either you're not "good" *READ: beautiful or amazing* enough to attract someone or you're a lesbian of some sort. I don't really get it why people assume that you should have a special someone. As I've said earlier, there's more to life than romantic love. I am not being a hypocrite or something but that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am single because I'm still assessing myself. I have to know what I want. I have to make sure that I'm making a right decision. I admit that I don't like the idea of me getting hurt but I am more afraid that I could hurt someone like what I did before. I don't want to go through that cycle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am single because I think I like someone and I've been waiting for that someone to realize that I exist. Lolx. No, I am not talking about Kurama. I've finally realized that he's not real. Hahaha! It took almost half of my life That's how blind I am.. or was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a firm believer of destiny. If someone is destined for me, he will come and find me. It is easier to think that he *whoever HE may be* is making his way towards me. He's around there somewhere and maybe he lost his map or something. But I know he'll find me. I must wait 'til then. *sheesh... i am an incurable idealist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly, I am single because I have so many friends to share my love with... and it includes each and everyone of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!!! Isa kasi akong SPECIAL CHILD.... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-451946710403160202?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/451946710403160202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=451946710403160202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/451946710403160202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/451946710403160202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-am-i-still-single.html' title='*~*~*Why Am I Still Single*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-3574595029853800541</id><published>2007-04-06T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T08:50:24.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*You*~*~*</title><content type='html'>You for Nobuo Terashima&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d always see you if I turned around&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you with the smile you always have&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t see you because you were too close&lt;br /&gt;But I always lost my way when I was alone&lt;br /&gt;Our bond, bit by bit, is loosening and changing colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying your name&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with happiness&lt;br /&gt;Just by being together&lt;br /&gt;I can become stronger…&lt;br /&gt;I can become kinder…&lt;br /&gt;Being with you, having our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;I realize the meaning of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Let us search for our goal together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stubborn and obstinate&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for always causing you trouble&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by and I’m the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who’s still stuck on that day&lt;br /&gt;Gently, you open the door to your heart for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here, just that fact&lt;br /&gt;Fills up my entire body&lt;br /&gt;No matter what kind of problem&lt;br /&gt;The two of us&lt;br /&gt;Can overcome it&lt;br /&gt;I really, really like you&lt;br /&gt;I like you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;Let us paint our future together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel such feelings for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, pleasure, the pain, and the separation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is the English translation of "Kimi no Koto"... 2nd ending theme of Suzuka* It so reminds me of Nobu and I luuurve dreaming about him.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-3574595029853800541?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/3574595029853800541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=3574595029853800541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3574595029853800541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/3574595029853800541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/you.html' title='*~*~*You*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2051206885059548392</id><published>2007-04-06T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:55:58.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*New Skin*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Yay!!! I've uploaded a new skin!!! Yuyu Hakusho, my all-time favorite series! Whew... Kurama-kun is so kawaii ne? All the credit, you can find at the snow drops section. You can use my button if you want link exchange. Whoopee-o! Hmmm... I'm thinking of changing my skin every 3 months. Hope I can do that. Lolx. The bgm is called Shissou by Last Alliance from the series Ouran High Host Club! Hope y'all like it! ^_^ See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2051206885059548392?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2051206885059548392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2051206885059548392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2051206885059548392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2051206885059548392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-skin.html' title='*~*~*New Skin*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5854324440504975603</id><published>2007-04-04T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T08:53:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Nobuo "Nobu" Terashima*~*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RhZs1YHeiDI/AAAAAAAAACI/GsP6ksV7BCs/s1600-h/nobuavvy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RhZs1YHeiDI/AAAAAAAAACI/GsP6ksV7BCs/s320/nobuavvy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050343696405268530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum. I found another great anime guy which I would feature today! Nobuo "Nobu" Terashima of the manga NANA by Ai Yazawa. Nobu is the guitarist of Black Stones *Ren would want to but Nobu only plays lead*. Anyways, Nobu is a carefree guy. His family is rich and owns a well-known inn. However, he chose to pursue his dream of becoming a part of a famous band together with his friends Nana O., Yasu and Ren. What I like about him is his view about destiny and life. He believes that if love is meant for you, it will come so you don't have to push yourself too hard in finding that love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Now, the sadness I was in not so long ago has disappeared. If a guy like Nobu was my boyfriend, I really think I could be happy everyday!" ~Nana "Hachi" Komatsu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Nana "Hachi" Komatsu, I would want to wish for a guy like him. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5854324440504975603?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5854324440504975603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5854324440504975603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5854324440504975603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5854324440504975603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/nobuo-nobu-terashima.html' title='*~*~*Nobuo &quot;Nobu&quot; Terashima*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RhZs1YHeiDI/AAAAAAAAACI/GsP6ksV7BCs/s72-c/nobuavvy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-6931875692833172997</id><published>2007-04-02T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T04:51:54.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Anime Ozine Fest 2007*~*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RhDuTu1Q7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iq9n8-Gu_Nw/s1600-h/detectives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RhDuTu1Q7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iq9n8-Gu_Nw/s320/detectives.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048797205038690098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last April 1, I went to Ozine '07. Well, I decided to go mainly because most of my friends from APC were there. As usual, there were guest bands and same contests *karaoke, darawing and cosplay*. ^_^ I enjoyed the cosplay competition. Too bad we weren't able to join this time. Maybe this November. Anyhow, for the other pics. You can see them at the APC forums - APC Cosplay section. http://animepopclan.proboards39.com You might want to check it out. That's it. I'm out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-6931875692833172997?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/6931875692833172997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=6931875692833172997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6931875692833172997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/6931875692833172997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/04/anime-ozine-fest-2007.html' title='*~*~*Anime Ozine Fest 2007*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RhDuTu1Q7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iq9n8-Gu_Nw/s72-c/detectives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-427571498077526475</id><published>2007-03-27T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:38:17.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Prioritization*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Prioritization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should get moving with my life now. I know I should know what my plans are. I don't want to be left out. I should be able to sort this out by myself. No more fantasy. I got to wake up in reality. Help me. Help me... help myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to identify my initial step. I need to process my license. Heh. I've already passed right? Why waste more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have to think about my next options.&lt;br /&gt;1. Apply and take the NCLEX exam.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pursue a Masteral Degree.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find a job in a hospital to gain experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way I take, all of it will end up the same. International Market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. California&lt;br /&gt;2. Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;3. Japan&lt;br /&gt;4. England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to grow up. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-427571498077526475?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/427571498077526475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=427571498077526475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/427571498077526475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/427571498077526475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/03/prioritization.html' title='*~*~*Prioritization*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7206075497107477801</id><published>2007-03-27T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:33:11.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Jack of Hearts*~*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcgTBRIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/hV9qeqV5OF8/s1600-h/Jack+of+Hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcgTBRIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/hV9qeqV5OF8/s320/Jack+of+Hearts.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046596198632333394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I ought to tell you how it started. My hunt for the so-called "Jack of Hearts" began with a simple fortune-telling session. I was asked to pull out 13 cards from a stack of 52. I was not a firm believer of fortune-telling but I do believe in fate/destiny. Reluctantly, I picked 13. She placed the cards in a certain order and interpreted it. I was told that I would be on a trip *within a month, I left for Malaysia*. I would be lucky this year and my career would sail smoothly. So far, everything seems to be okay, I thought. Then he appeared. Jack of Hearts. She said I would meet a promising youth with a likeable character *even joked that he might be princely in some ways*. Someone I would likely fall in love with. Then again, I would have to exert effort to make it happen. Heh. Tough luck. I'm in no mood for a new romance now, I grimaced. So weeks passed by, I dropped by the place again with some of my friends who wanted their fortunes to be told. It was there that he appeared again. I started to wonder who might this mystery guy be. Serene laid out a couple of options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcYDBRIEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Grmx_YDuWiQ/s1600-h/Wired+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcYDBRIEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Grmx_YDuWiQ/s320/Wired+Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046596056898412610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1: Wired Up&lt;br /&gt;He's nice and I've known him for a long time. Trustworthy and dependable, I would like to think that he may be the one. However, there are some factors which makes it a little less perfect. *wink wink*   &lt;br /&gt;score: 2 aces + Knave of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcPTBRIDI/AAAAAAAAABU/URQMfL1hCac/s1600-h/Quick+Silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcPTBRIDI/AAAAAAAAABU/URQMfL1hCac/s320/Quick+Silver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046595906574557234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2: Quick Silver&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love *or fancy myself being in love* with this guy for years now. There are times when I just want to forget about him. But he seems to appear out of nowhere, forcing his way into my world. With determination, I can say I'm over the feeling. It wasn't as intense as before and I can safely say that it's purely platonic now.&lt;br /&gt;score: 2 aces + The Lovers + The Empress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcEzBRICI/AAAAAAAAABM/FfarDdQVB10/s1600-h/Elegant+Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcEzBRICI/AAAAAAAAABM/FfarDdQVB10/s320/Elegant+Star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046595726185930786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 3: Sub Zero&lt;br /&gt;I thought that he was someone different. He changed and though it pains me sometimes, I must admit I don't know him anymore. Well, I can assure myself that he's out of MY list.&lt;br /&gt;score: The Troll + The Hermit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkbdTBRH_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1HwOD5E3XS4/s1600-h/biker+cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkbdTBRH_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1HwOD5E3XS4/s320/biker+cutie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046595047581097970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 4: Biker Cutie &lt;br /&gt;Now here's someone who may be my jack of hearts *or so I hope*. He's cute, smart and always smiling. He's simple and easy to get along with. I know I've seen him in my dreams even before we met *seriously*. I still don't know a lot about him so I guess it may be a good time to start now. *grins* &lt;br /&gt;score: 2 aces + The Chariot + The Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/Rgkb4zBRIBI/AAAAAAAAABE/nIQIuP0FNhU/s1600-h/elegant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/Rgkb4zBRIBI/AAAAAAAAABE/nIQIuP0FNhU/s320/elegant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046595520027500562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 5: Elegant Star&lt;br /&gt;He's the perfect one who got away. Well, almost perfect. He's always there when I need him and he never fails to make me smile. He was always the first one to believe in me. He taught me how to dream and how to make that dream a reality. He once said to me that we may be destined. If so, I'll patiently wait. &lt;br /&gt;score: lots of diamonds + The Naiad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/Rgkc9zBRIGI/AAAAAAAAABs/pgy7uwPFdsQ/s1600-h/SubZero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/Rgkc9zBRIGI/AAAAAAAAABs/pgy7uwPFdsQ/s320/SubZero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046596705438474338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 6: School Mate&lt;br /&gt;He always has this silly grin which I love to look at. He reminds me how wonderful life is sometimes. We seldom talk though. Still, he smiles at me whenever our eyes meet.  &lt;br /&gt;score: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me. Still believing in fairytales and fortune-telling. Hmmm... Then again, it won't do any harm. Whoever this Jack of Hearts may be, I know I'll love him for who he is 'coz I'm sure he would love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkbtTBRIAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/npvDNQV3NKY/s1600-h/cool.girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkbtTBRIAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/npvDNQV3NKY/s320/cool.girl.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046595322459004930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7206075497107477801?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7206075497107477801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7206075497107477801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7206075497107477801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7206075497107477801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/03/jack-of-hearts.html' title='*~*~*Jack of Hearts*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RgkcgTBRIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/hV9qeqV5OF8/s72-c/Jack+of+Hearts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8965181225999493446</id><published>2007-03-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:04:03.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Whoopee-o!*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Haven't been here in a while and I really have lots to tell. Heck. Whatever. Anyways, I'm gonna start with my very first day in Malaysia since my last post was about my agitation in going here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*News*~*~* -=JANUARY 17, 2007=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I passed the licensure exam!!! Weee... I am so glad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Today is my first full day in Malaysia. Just dropped by an internet cafe to check DA! ^_^ I simply love the palm tress. It's well taken cared of I must say. I'm at the mall today just beside the twin towers. Heehee. Maybe I get to tour the place on my own in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bleach cosplay with my friends in the Philippines is still in progress. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm already working on my DA-related stuff... Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*News*~*~* -=FIRST WEEK OF FEBRUARY=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. I get to finish a lot of my drawings 'cause I haven't got much to do here. ^_^ Today, I found a haven of manga/comics sold in very low prices. Well, compared to the Philippines wherein I spend 500-600 (in peso) per manga, here I can purchase it for only 200-250 (in peso). That's for the japanese version. For the english version, it's only 65-130 (in peso again). Imagine! I could save a lot really. And so... I purchased an Ouran High School Host Club animation fanbook, Vol.5-9 of Ouran (in japanese), 4 volumes of Shojo Beat and Lala Magazine, HANAYUME mag, 2 volumes of BETSUFURE. &gt;.&lt; Errr... by the way, the name of the store's Kinokuniya. I have a feeling that I'll be spending my days in seclusion after my mom finds out. Lolx... hopefully she won't. *sweatdrops* ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm finished with my deviant buddies art. I like it. It features most, if not all of my friends in the watchlist. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm already working on my DA-related stuff... Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lastly, my to-do list: (deviantart-related)&lt;br /&gt;1. Divine Castle Character sketches (finished)&lt;br /&gt;2. Da buddies animated-style (finished)&lt;br /&gt;3. Contest Entry for Kuramalovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get going... I'll update soon... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8965181225999493446?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8965181225999493446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8965181225999493446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8965181225999493446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8965181225999493446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/03/whoopee-o.html' title='*~*~*Whoopee-o!*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8818158748164887081</id><published>2007-02-27T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:34:58.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Sitting Down Here*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Sitting Down Here - Lene Marlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words cut rather deeply,&lt;br /&gt;They're just some other lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Defending all against it,&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You're obsessed with all my secrets,&lt;br /&gt;You always make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You seem to wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling just a couple,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it gets to you&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned how to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me, kinda invisible…&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not truly hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to avoid you,&lt;br /&gt;Just don't wanna hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;When you call me up so often,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You're talking like you know me&lt;br /&gt;And wanna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;But that's really too late now,&lt;br /&gt;I won't try it once again&lt;br /&gt;You may think that I'm loser,&lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;You may think that it's all forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;But you should be aware&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've learned to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not truly hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not truly hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling just a couple,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it gets to you&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned how to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3x&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not truly hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: I so love this... Ho-hum... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8818158748164887081?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8818158748164887081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8818158748164887081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8818158748164887081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8818158748164887081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/02/sitting-down-here.html' title='*~*~*Sitting Down Here*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-1903158182410408656</id><published>2007-01-16T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:03:29.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Spiral*~*~*</title><content type='html'>~&gt; Tomorrow morning, I'll be leaving for Malaysia. *finally* I am so so so excited! Too bad, I won't be able to update most of my beloved sites. =_= There's no definite date as to when I would be back here but I'll post lots of piccies on friendster! ^_^ Weee... I'm so looking forward to my world tour. Wish I could stop by Japan on my way to Germany. Uwaaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; I am now a registered nurse!!! I already passed the Nursing Licensure Exam! Sugoi!!! As soon as I get abck, I'd apply for a job! ^_^ I can't stay idle you know. I might get kicked out of the house. Lolx. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Bleach cosplay is still on progress. I might just let my friends go on while I'm not here so all will be ready. Weeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Lastly, I might not greet my friends who will be celebrating their birthdays on time so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYZHEN *Maan*, MY KNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO *Armel*, MY NINJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ May love and blessings come your way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-1903158182410408656?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/1903158182410408656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=1903158182410408656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1903158182410408656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1903158182410408656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/01/spiral.html' title='*~*~*Spiral*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-1310720936230083991</id><published>2007-01-08T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T02:04:58.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Leaving Soon*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the news since my last update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'll be leaving soon. January 17. I am excited and lonely at the same time. Excited because I get to visit 4 countries this coming months: Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand and Germany! I'm looking forward to it! Lonely because I'm afraid I won't get to use a pc and connect to the net. Hora!!!! What a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Oh, my APC friends and I are still planning our Bleach cosplay project. ^_^ I hope I can get back here some time in April so we could furnish everything up. We already decided to cosplay bleach characters in their academy uniform. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm addicted to deviantart! I've met a lot of friends now and joined lots of clubs. *Mostly Ouran and YYH* Heehee. I also posted the rest of Divine Castle there. There are lots of cool people in DeviantArt. My personal faves are Zaphk and Shinne. They are brilliant artists. Sugoi desu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I wonder what's taking PRC so long in releasing the results of the board exam. It rouses a lot of questions considering that the applicants are fewer than the previous exam. As I've heard from the grapevine, only 30% passed the exam *overall*. So what's the deal in prolonging the agitation and anxiety of the students? Ho-hum. Kso. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lastly, I want to greet my mom a happy happy happy birthday! I wish her good health, lotsa blessings and love too! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doki doki waku waku (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-1310720936230083991?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/1310720936230083991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=1310720936230083991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1310720936230083991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/1310720936230083991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2007/01/leaving-soon.html' title='*~*~*Leaving Soon*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-2002099899043252934</id><published>2006-12-31T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:47:29.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Akemashite Omedetou II: Year-Ender!!!*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Akemashite Omedetou II: Year-ender!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! This is my last post for the year 2006. As usual, I'll talk about the highlights of this year. ^_^ To start off the coming year of the Fire Pig *hey! Don't look at me!!! (snarl)* with a bang, here goes the recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: As far as I can remember, I was busy with my duty in the mental hospital. More busy 'coz I was the class president during this semester. I'm cramming up with exams and reports too. Lolx. Nothing happened much during this month, just some confession here and there. It's on this month that my mom, Maan and Armel celebrated their birthdays. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: Waitamminit. If January was a boring month, what more of February? Lolx. My duty then was in Phil. Orthopedic Hospital. It was a fun experience. Oh, I must also share my valentine's day story *which I celebrated at the hospital coz I was on duty*. I wonder why I'm always into some kind of fight or argument with the opposite sex (a cute one at that!) during v-day. Kinda more like tradition to be in a petty quarrel at this day of the month. It's supposed to be a "heart" day, isn't it? T_T Well, I eventually forgot the name of the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: It was on this month that I was at the peak of my "Neji/Rurick" delusion with a tag line of "he who haunts me in the depths of my solitude". Haha. I remember following him around and having just a mere glimpse of him eventually made my day! I also discovered afterwards that he was not princely or even close to being a royal blood. I also ditched my Rizal subject, hence, the bitter fight against inconsiderate profs began. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: Oh, the stressful month!!! I am overloaded with subjects! Imagine haggling my time with professors because I am filled with responsibilities?! During this month, I spent my free time on the crypt. I mean "Crypt of the Gods". I also appeared at a local television channel. ^_^ What else, oh yeah, Blessed Devil's been really comforting at this moment too. Gotta give him credit for that. Missed yah pal! Aside from summer classes, I also had my summer duty. Lastly, on this month, Ral celebrated her bdae! Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Another torture month, if I may say so. Aside from having classes and duties all summer long, I didn't even had the chance to go on a nice vacation! Oh, the agony! APC celebrated it's 2nd anniversary! Whoopee-O! And for the main event: Ral and I had a major fight which lasted for months!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: Tragedy! I'm not the class president anymore however... I've been promoted to being the Batch Treasurer. Oh noooo!!! Burdens of having responsibilities. How troublesome. Anyhow, I'm on the verge of breaking like a tainted glass on this particular month. Thanks to Bloo Gale, Chiaka and dear Blessed Devil who held my hand and showed me the way back to reality. This is also the beginning of my last semester in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: All my pc files were corrupted and was sent to the bytes ad pixel graveyard. X_x I'm also busy with batch reports and meeting. I had my hair cut short too. I'm toggling between review classes and I also thought that I was infatuated with a fellow officer. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: I am definitely a blog addict at this point. I hang around with the Jellybeans group that some of my groupmates got jealous. Anyways, it's all about Microteaching month! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: Blessed Devil and I started to drift apart on this month. I don't know what happened. Probably due to the fact that we had less chances of talking to each other due to our tight schedule. I was busy with the Macroteaching in which I was part of the said program. &gt;.&lt; Imagine standing in front of a thousand people or so. It was a fun experience nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: Graduation day had finally come! ^_^ whoopee-o! My school days were finally over! No more assignments, no more reports, no more profs *no more cute student-watching, much to my chagrin =_=*!!! Yea! I also attended the Walk with God. Ral and I became friends again. ^_^ I admit it was really hard not having her around. October was the highlight of the year! So many precious moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: Ouran High addiction! My bdae bash and my first-ever cosplay!!! Weeeee!!!! ^_^ 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: I took the exam and the result's not in yet. I am so excited! Not much happened. I was savoring every bit of my free time. Since I've got less things to do, I'm spending more time with my family. ^_^ *More time to stay up late too!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it! The highs and lows of the year 2006. I don't believe that something is lucky or unlucky. I'm really thankful for all the hardships and rewarding moments this year because it made me a better and stronger person. I am not scared to move forward anymore. I also believe that I've matured *okay, a bit!* with those trials. Every year is special to me. Life is wonderful! I never FAIL to forget that. With that, I leave 2006 full of hope for another lovely year to come. May God continue showering you all with more love and blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I want to extend my warmest thanks to all who take an ample amount of their time to stop by and read my blog entries no matter how senseless some seem to be. I love you all! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love! love!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKEMASHITE OMEDETOU MINNA-SAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-2002099899043252934?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/2002099899043252934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=2002099899043252934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2002099899043252934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/2002099899043252934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2006/12/akemashite-omedetou-ii-year-ender.html' title='*~*~*Akemashite Omedetou II: Year-Ender!!!*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-5237002621065242767</id><published>2006-12-24T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:12:57.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*damn it... why does it seem the world's getting more insensitive??*~*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RY6Y6wlHixI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r_iPOgRn2Kk/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RY6Y6wlHixI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r_iPOgRn2Kk/s320/2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012111570550360850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A/N: This is my high school bestfriend's reply to my previous post wherein I lost my temper. I was really touched by this. I don't want them to get worried about me. (Armie: Sorry for making you worry dudette! Just got carried away there. Don't think too much about me. I'm super ooowkaaai now. *plasters a genuine smile on my face*) Thank you so much! *hugsiedoodles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohummm...&lt;br /&gt;got disappointed after hearing or&lt;br /&gt;knowing that my bestest of friends are&lt;br /&gt;getting hurt! darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it.. i wonder why good&lt;br /&gt;people end up being hurt and bullied,&lt;br /&gt;when all they did all their lives is&lt;br /&gt;to love truly?&lt;br /&gt;it rhymes right? weirdly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bessies.. whatever it is that makes&lt;br /&gt;you just wanna cry or curse the world,&lt;br /&gt;do remember that im still here.. no&lt;br /&gt;matter how difficlt or exacerbated&lt;br /&gt;things are.. still there's always a&lt;br /&gt;solution to everything.. like they&lt;br /&gt;say, behind every tears that rolls&lt;br /&gt;down one's cheek, surely after that a&lt;br /&gt;smile would appear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang, sa mga taong napaka walang&lt;br /&gt;konsiderasyon and have no guilt&lt;br /&gt;feeling or conscience for that&lt;br /&gt;matter.. i hope youll still have a&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas.. but never forget&lt;br /&gt;that karma always and will always find&lt;br /&gt;its way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_____^ im not thinking of ill&lt;br /&gt;thoughts towards someone, rather.. we&lt;br /&gt;will all learn from experience, sadly&lt;br /&gt;most of the time its through rough&lt;br /&gt;hardships..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta guys! nakuuu... my fighting&lt;br /&gt;spirit is up again... i love my&lt;br /&gt;friends! and no damn person can hurt&lt;br /&gt;them, especially yung HINDI PO&lt;br /&gt;DESERVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad the world is running out of&lt;br /&gt;true and honest people.. and sooo&lt;br /&gt;sad.. ang mga nahuhurt pa nila ay mga&lt;br /&gt;mabubuting souls.. gentle souls.. who&lt;br /&gt;just accidentally trusted their hearts&lt;br /&gt;to someone they thought was true too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-5237002621065242767?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/5237002621065242767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=5237002621065242767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5237002621065242767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/5237002621065242767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2006/12/damn-it-why-does-it-seem-worlds-getting.html' title='*~*~*damn it... why does it seem the world&apos;s getting more insensitive??*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RY6Y6wlHixI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r_iPOgRn2Kk/s72-c/2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4255316840585026127</id><published>2006-12-23T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:04:51.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Please...*~*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RY3PVwlHiwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FVAF3T1OEIM/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RY3PVwlHiwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FVAF3T1OEIM/s320/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011889933058018050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just because your eyes don't mist doesn't mean your heart doesn't cry... and just because you come out strong doesn't mean there's nothing wrong. Often, you choose to pretend you're happy so you don't have to explain yourself to people who will never understand. Sometimes, smiling is easier than explaining why you're sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip! I know I said I won't write anything about it but I just have to let this out or it would eat me alive. Ho-hum. I don't want anything to do with him and his affairs. Why won't they leave it all behind!?! Why trouble yourself in bringing back the past? I'm fed up with it!!! Please be more sensitive to what others are feeling. Especially those who are concerned. Don't make an issue out of it anymore. We have different lives already.. for pete's sake. Just give up! The more you keep quiet, the more they're taunting you to reveal what you really feel. I can't stand it anymore. Okay, fine!!! I'm really affected. I don't feel comfortable having him around because I'M NOT OVER IT YET. It's not about love or anything... but my pride. Stupid, damn pride. Is this what you want to hear?! I'm beginning to regret that I've known him. Why? Because it's seems to me that he had forgotten that we were once friends too. He was not the same person I met before. I hate him now... to the point that I never want to see him again. So stop it already. Truth is, I don't want it to end this way but I've had enough. I do get tired of pretending that nothing is wrong... and I end up hurting myself even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4255316840585026127?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4255316840585026127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4255316840585026127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4255316840585026127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4255316840585026127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2006/12/please.html' title='*~*~*Please...*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UpaGfXMSHX4/RY3PVwlHiwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FVAF3T1OEIM/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-9062272518487364500</id><published>2006-12-22T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:54:29.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Bleach Bleach Bleach*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a conversation with my friend Kuroi Tenshi. We're planning to join the cosplay competition next year as Bleach characters. That would be great. Imagine walking as one of the captains of Soul Society. Lolx. It would be much better to have all characters gather together. Heehee. Of course with Kon! ^_^ But it would be next to impossible, I guess. Lolx. Anyways, never give up. With all the resources, who knows, it might just happen. I'm still thinking if I'd go with Kuchiki Rukia, Soi Fong or Hinamori Momo. I can cosplay as a guy captain too. Weeee! I am really excited. I also want to add a fight scene. It's much better to join the group cosplay than the individual one. Plan Plan Plan. I need to come up with a perfect battle plan. Ikuso! ^_^ Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-9062272518487364500?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/9062272518487364500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=9062272518487364500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/9062272518487364500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/9062272518487364500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2006/12/bleach-bleach-bleach.html' title='*~*~*Bleach Bleach Bleach*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-8954688060493121280</id><published>2006-12-18T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:13:10.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Ho-hum*~*~*</title><content type='html'>Hao! Just got home from the anticipated mass. Every year, I attend the traditional Misa de Gallo with my mom and cousins. Teehee. It's nice hearing mass and dining afterwards. I feel like Christmas is really just around the corner. Oh, my dad's gonna be spending Xmas with us. I'm so looking forward to it. Hmm.. what else... today, I'm busy with my Deviant page and with Dynasty Warriors 4. Never get tired from playing that game. It's my fave next to Lunar and FF Tactics. Anyways, I'm not that inspired to do a long article. I'm too lazy nowadays... (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-8954688060493121280?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/8954688060493121280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=8954688060493121280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8954688060493121280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/8954688060493121280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-hum.html' title='*~*~*Ho-hum*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-7203877158164036208</id><published>2006-12-12T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:07:36.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*~*Quizzes*~*~*~</title><content type='html'>Haven't got much to do so I just answered several quizzes. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Impressionism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/impressionism.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You think the world is quite beautiful, especially if you look at it in new and interesting ways.You tend to focus on color and movement in art.For you, seeing the big picture is much more important than recording every little detail.You can find inspiration anywhere... especially from nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Yep. I love nature. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/orange.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a bit of a loner, but you're never lonely. You know how to entertain yourself.Whether you're trying an extreme sport or a new weird food, you always live on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: testing limits - both physical and mental... and then telling people about it.&lt;br /&gt;Famous oranges include: Timothy Leary, David Blaine, Tony Hawk, Carey Hart&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Snowboarder, Circus Performer, Undercover Agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Hmm.. They often tell me that I am a naturally-born risk taker. ^_^ I consider myself a loner but I am certainly not lonely. Sometimes, people assume that being alone means that the person is really depressed. That is sooo wrong. I, for one, likes to be alone at times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Poet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/poet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a way with words... and a talent for drawing the pure emotions out of experiences.Your poetry has the potential to make people laugh and cry at the same time. You just need to write it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*I love writing! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are: 60% Dog, 40% Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a nice blend of cat and dog.You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful.And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*I'd prefer to be a dog but it's nice to have cat traits too. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Ash Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/ash-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are vivacious and impulsive, which makes you extremely attractive to many.Intelligent and demanding, you don't care much for criticism.You have a ton of ambition and talent, and sometimes money rules your heart.You like to play with fate, and you can be very egotistical and restless.Demanding of attention, you need love and a lot of emotional support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Quite true that I don't care much about criticism. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Believer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/believer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You believe in God and your chosen religion.Whether you're Christian, Muslim, Jewish, or Hindu..Your convictions are strong and unwavering.You think your religion is the one true way, for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Yea, I'm a believer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*I am easily excited and very spontaneous. I do want an extraordinary life. I want to live it to the fullest. Heehee. Narcissist? Probably *winks*. I can be so stubborn and often force my convictions to others. Well, I seldom show the worst side of me. It exists and I am aware of that. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Realistic Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/realistic-romatic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's easy for you to get swept away by romance...But you've done a pretty good job keeping perspective.You're still taken in by love poems and sunsetsYou just don't fall for every dreamy pick up line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*I believe I have an entry here in my blog in which I described myself as a Realistic romantic. It was the time when I took Humanities 3. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*ZOMG!!! Why is this so true?! *sniff* It's so ME! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/dreaming-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this worldSo much so that you tend to live in your head most of the timeYou have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*I recommend you take this test too.. Then tell me your result afterwards. Hehe. Interesting stuff. I love that rose-colored glasses description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#A7CEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Err... boyish. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Fall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall bringsWhether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*My favorite is Winter but I like Fall too. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Husky Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/husky-puppy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sweet, affectionate, and docile.But when you see a cat or chicken, it's kill kill kill!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*This is my favorite breed! ZOMG! It's fate! I'm determined to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*I might consider this. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are one of the most balanced people aroundMotivated and focused, you are good at getting what you wantYou rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick backWhether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Striking attractiveness and danger&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A vivid inner world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Kurama has green eyes. Fate. Again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*Hmm... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-7203877158164036208?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/7203877158164036208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=7203877158164036208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7203877158164036208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/7203877158164036208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2006/12/quizzes.html' title='~*~*~*Quizzes*~*~*~'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961572.post-4549428288042718855</id><published>2006-12-11T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:37:54.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*Call My Name*~*~*</title><content type='html'>It wasn't magic that you came&lt;br /&gt;I knew somehow my life had changed&lt;br /&gt;You turned the thirteenth day around&lt;br /&gt;And superstition upside down&lt;br /&gt;I looked into your eyes and knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever turn and call my name&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running through wind and fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;If you ever call on me&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be there&lt;br /&gt;If you feel there's no where you can turn&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I will always be the one&lt;br /&gt;If you ever call on me&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be there&lt;br /&gt;A victim of this sweetest cry&lt;br /&gt;You stole away this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;Well you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;I looked into those eyes that shine&lt;br /&gt;I knew your love was mine&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd give my blood&lt;br /&gt;that's coursing through this veins&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd take the road to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;And take it once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961572-4549428288042718855?l=chukero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/feeds/4549428288042718855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961572&amp;postID=4549428288042718855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4549428288042718855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961572/posts/default/4549428288042718855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chukero.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-my-name.html' title='*~*~*Call My Name*~*~*'/><author><name>Xen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361195055966249549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/maxienne/maxienne.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
