<?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-26600037</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:56:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic++Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114978101329196427</id><published>2006-06-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:36:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Whips and Wheatfields</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh-kay... maybe that signature wasn't for that gal in W.I.T.C.H.... hehe... that was one of my random sig experiments... sort-of.&lt;br /&gt;what did i do today~?? hm... let's all enter my consciousness and find out, shall we~??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Van Gogh, Munch, Monet, Gauguin, Warhol and Wain are on my watch list... So much for beating your own painting with a horse whip.&lt;br /&gt;-Looking for more MatsuJun fan sites... And my hopes are going down... v.v It is. There's not much English fansites I can visit. If you know any please do not hesitate to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;-Tweaking my deviantART account... I'm still working on it. [+kicks scanner+] I'll be submitting some stuff later. Bago lang naman ako 'don... Wala ako masyadong alam dun... Hehe... Spare a n00b.&lt;br /&gt;-Getting ready for next week and reviewing my books...&lt;br /&gt;-Still cursing the pirated DVDs and why is my Studio Ghibli in Chinese dubbing~??&lt;br /&gt;-Write, write, write... Fanfics... That I usually dump after a few days. Lol. But I'm never dumping this special one~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-And I hate my YIM for it unexpectedly closes, suddenly lags and I have to restart the PC. Now I look like a really, really rude girl who leaves people during conversations. But seriously, I'm not at all and in any friggin' way am like that. If you think I am then... dammit, what the hell are you doing here~?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;seriously, I can never get myself to make a MatsuJun signature and the one that I made in KHQ is the only good one. why~?? i'm not sure... maybe I'm just picky when it comes to MatsuJun photos... But I've been searching all over the Net for some good ones... But I only got a few handfuls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I'm so friggin' jealous to all the kids who have Animax... Or even a T.V.... They get to watch Kyou Kara Ma-Oh~!! And GSD~!! +envies+ I can't download a thing, thanks to really, really slow internet [I cope with it. Hehe. For the past 4 years I have.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yun lang muna... meron pa, kaso naantuk na ako.&lt;br /&gt;and also... i'm thinking of changing the layout... i'm tired of looking at Tou//Yu related stuff... v.v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nighty-night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114978101329196427?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114978101329196427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114978101329196427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114978101329196427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114978101329196427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/06/horse-whips-and-wheatfields.html' title='Horse Whips and Wheatfields'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114969844029819858</id><published>2006-06-08T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:40:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j29/electrosushi/cyberwitchie_sig12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. one of my current works for a gal in W.I.T.C.H. Forums requesting a sig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayun ko nasimulan... h'ayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaaaaaaaaaah~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang kyut ni jun~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~!! tagal kong 'di updated ah~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed this place~!! [and i'm thinking of changing the layout.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyay. ayan nanaman ako. papalit-palit ng layout, walang kabuluhan yung nakalagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i'm thinking of creating a MatsuJun FL in KHQ. na ne-nerbiyoso ako. baka kasi walang sumali eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top all that off, i've joined a matsujun forum. only a few members around, but heck, it's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+yayness+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something new to advertise to KHQers~!! yaaay~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. anung nangyayari ngayun~??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. nothing much... just the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although we're going to have a new schedule due to all the modules i have. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i can cope with all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason why i haven't been writing~??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been writing fan fictions as well as some of my own works for the past days... and for the fact that i spent the last days of vacation in my grandparents house [which meant no use of the computer. TT.TT] and hung out with my cousins... so... that was why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... what else~??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to Guided by Voices albums... Bee Thousand being my most favorite album... I've also been listening to... Half-Handed Cloud... Cake and... Teenage Fanclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Assorted masyado. Hehe. Ang weird ko 'no~??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta. Ayun lang muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babuuuuu~!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114969844029819858?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114969844029819858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114969844029819858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114969844029819858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114969844029819858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/06/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114899851939635056</id><published>2006-05-30T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:15:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-Out Paradise Vibes, yo~...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm f.u.b.a.red*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This day was the most shitty day I've ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, forgive me for the cuss but sometimes it gets so... Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was nearly moving to my grandmum's house, got serenaded by a ghost inside my bathroom, nearly missed Gokusen, I almost pissed everyone off without knowing it and my grandmum's house was nearly robbed by ninjas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Breaking it down for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Nearly moving to my grandmum's house ~ I was having plans last Sunday to sleep over there for awhile. I was supposed to go there today, but then, almighty 'rents said no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-No. Hell no. I 'thought' it was a ghost. Then I realized it was Arlo singing 'Hardcore Poetry' near the door to the bathroom. And I didn't even know he knew the lyrics to that song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Yes. Stupid pirated DVDs. I almost, but thank God I didn't. I got to see Jun smile. I mean, that's so squeal-worthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Well I did. I can't say no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Oooh yes. It was. That was the reason why I didn't get to go there. They were afraid the thief would come back and go kill-frenzy on us. Waw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-And just of right now, I nearly got killed by a flying roach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So shit yeah, it's was one hell of a day.&lt;br /&gt;Till then and forgive me for the cusses. I'm in 'angry young woman' mode today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheers~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*f.u.b.a.r. means... well... how can i say this. oh i'll just tell you later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114899851939635056?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114899851939635056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114899851939635056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114899851939635056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114899851939635056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/make-out-paradise-vibes-yo.html' title='Make-Out Paradise Vibes, yo~...'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114770470927964682</id><published>2006-05-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:53:47.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infatuations&lt;/strong&gt;... Mush. &lt;em&gt;Mush&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;More mush&lt;/strong&gt;. +throws goo at reader+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. I can't be &lt;strong&gt;infatuated&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;strong&gt;man older than me&lt;/strong&gt;. I even used the word 'man' on him. And I'm restraining myself to use &lt;em&gt;'-nii-chan'&lt;/em&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do I... &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I even saying? I'm just a teenage girl. He's... He's... old. Not 'old' as in old. But old for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our gap's almost one decade to begin with and I don't think he'll like me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And furthermore, we &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; have a &lt;em&gt;language barrier&lt;/em&gt; to cope with and he lives on the other side of the world. And other issues as well. So, I don't even think a &lt;em&gt;romance&lt;/em&gt; will be able to evolve between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See&lt;/em&gt;?! &lt;strong&gt;Why the hell does everything have to be complicated, Sachie&lt;/strong&gt;?! &lt;strong&gt;Why am I the one struggling to learn this or that just or him&lt;/strong&gt;?! &lt;strong&gt;Why am I so motivated into doing all these ridiculuous stuff for him&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think he knows that &lt;strong&gt;I exist&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I state those &lt;em&gt;words&lt;/em&gt;, I sound like a typical &lt;em&gt;fangirl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm not&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;+in denial+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idiots are born every minute&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;As they say&lt;/em&gt;. And I'm probably &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mush, &lt;strong&gt;mush&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mush&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[God, that sounded so corny. And so mushy. And everything else that's corny and mushy.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Till then~? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;^_^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114770470927964682?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114770470927964682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114770470927964682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114770470927964682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114770470927964682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/infatuations.html' title=''/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114761540620001182</id><published>2006-05-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:52:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mums Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samui hi ga tsuzuite orimasu and... Happy Mums Day?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nagai aida gobusata shite orimashite moushiwake gozaimasen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't been writing and I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang lamig-lamig nga naman nung klima, mga kasambahay ko naman dito ang iinit ng ulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawalan lang nang kuryente nang mga &lt;strong&gt;ilang oras&lt;/strong&gt;, kung anu-ano &lt;em&gt;pinagsasabi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtatalunan walang &lt;strong&gt;ka-torya-torya&lt;/strong&gt;. Kaya tumambay nalang ako sa balkonahe, humilata sa papag at nagpakaulul. At kung anu-ano pinag-iisipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala masyado nangyayari 'rito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makatapos na akong &lt;strong&gt;magbasa&lt;/strong&gt; ng libro, &lt;strong&gt;hilata&lt;/strong&gt; nanaman. Ang &lt;strong&gt;sarap&lt;/strong&gt; naman kasi eh 'no, kapag &lt;em&gt;umuulan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink&lt;/strong&gt; coffee, &lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;enjoy &lt;/strong&gt;the rainy season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy, happy mums day&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;my good ol' mum&lt;/strong&gt;, who's always there when I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; her. &lt;strong&gt;Especially&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to &lt;strong&gt;dealing with low grades&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I owe it all to you mum! No matter how worse I get, you're always there to help me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenk-shuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jya ne~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note~&lt;/em&gt; I haven't been able to &lt;strong&gt;visit&lt;/strong&gt; KHQ. There's some &lt;strong&gt;error&lt;/strong&gt; I've been getting for the &lt;strong&gt;past days&lt;/strong&gt; [6.], kapag nakaka-log in na ako, &lt;strong&gt;di naman ako maka-post&lt;/strong&gt;. Hm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114761540620001182?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114761540620001182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114761540620001182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114761540620001182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114761540620001182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mums-day.html' title='Happy Mums Day'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114736193213795711</id><published>2006-05-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:21:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be An English Teacher in Japan~!! [Sort of]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nippon-Rambles and some other stuff you &lt;em&gt;ought&lt;/em&gt; to know.[Maybe... Not~??]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;currently glomping~::&lt;/u&gt; matsumoto jun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! who else~?! [inner self~::Urusaina~!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; +giggles uncontrollably+ eherm, eherm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97B987;"&gt;Gobusata shite orimasu~!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97B987;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Nyay. I'm writing in Romaji kasi lintik na kompyuter na 'to, 'di man lang maka-basa ng ni-honggo. unicode 'ata meh topak~??&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala lang&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Mga&lt;/em&gt; random Nippon questions I &lt;strong&gt;answered&lt;/strong&gt; in some forum... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Di ko matandaan kung saang forum ko napulot 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When did you first think about living in Japan~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a &lt;strong&gt;kid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What makes you want to live in Japan~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MatsuJun&lt;/strong&gt; [inner self~:: Houtoitte yo~! ambabaw. pagpasensyahan nyu na po. +bow+]. &lt;strong&gt;Language&lt;/strong&gt; [Yes! I'm so psyched in learning new phrases! inner self~:: Sono toori desu~!!]. And the &lt;strong&gt;culture&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have manga/anime/dorama/documentary influenced you to live in Japan~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big fat &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not stupid enough to visit there just because it's &lt;strong&gt;Masashi Kishimoto's pad&lt;/strong&gt; [God. I sound so weird when I say that.]. Or because of the J-Doramas [Oh my gooshiness [=Yuu-chan of KHQ]. &lt;strong&gt;Narimiyaaa&lt;/strong&gt;~ +insert fangirl squeal here+].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you think it's &lt;strong&gt;possible&lt;/strong&gt; for you to live in Japan~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, no. Study, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Which &lt;strong&gt;city in Japan&lt;/strong&gt; do you want to live~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere nice and quiet in &lt;strong&gt;Tokyo&lt;/strong&gt;. Although I'm not so sure if there is such a place like that. You may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What kind of jobs will you do if you have the chance to live in Japan~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A highschool teacher.&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno. Or something not too troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you &lt;strong&gt;see yourself&lt;/strong&gt; in Japan in the future~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;strong&gt;Will I?&lt;/strong&gt; +checks crystal ball+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you really want to live in Japan~??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;. If you supply me with money and everything else. Mahal kasi 'dun eh. Dito pa nga lang sa 'Pinas walang nang pera dun pa kaya ako tumira. Yari ako nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;Hay. Wala lang. Trip lang mag-post nang wala talagang ka torya-torya. Lintik na kompyuter na 'to! +begins to throw random things at the reader+ 'Lang tigil sa kaka-restart. Bwisit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang galing 'no. Walang nakapansin sa sira nung keyboard. +grins+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+thumbs up+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+poses+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eherm. +coughs+ Baka kinabukasan, mapansin na 'rin nila.+coughs+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeks. Ayun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much for my daily rambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matta ne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+waves+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114736193213795711?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114736193213795711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114736193213795711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114736193213795711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114736193213795711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wanna-be-english-teacher-in-japan.html' title='I Wanna Be An English Teacher in Japan~!! [Sort of]'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114727437610150527</id><published>2006-05-10T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:14:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyboard~!! Keyboard~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#97B987;"&gt;anak ng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasira ko yung keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+collapses+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko naman sinadya. [meh sisira ba ng keyboard na sinasasadya?! ano yun'~?!] ah. buti na lang ayus parin siya, may isang malaking chip nga lang yung keyboard sa dulo. nyay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang nangyaring kakaiba ngayun. 'eto ako naghahasik ng lagim sa bahay, si matsujun ang nasa isip ko [insert fangirl squeal here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. patay ako sa nanay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang bukas pa nila malalaman. magiisip muna ako ng magandang sasabihin sa kanila ngayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tayo na't maghasik na nang lagim! [sabi nga naman ni anneh. v.v]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114727437610150527?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114727437610150527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114727437610150527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114727437610150527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114727437610150527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/keyboard-keyboard.html' title='Keyboard~!! Keyboard~!!'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114716668053097568</id><published>2006-05-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:11:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#97B987;"&gt;being out for three days really gets everything a bit crazy. as well as not sleeping for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. not sleeping for two days straight while your head throbs, your back aching, a restraining order from your computer for 72 hours and the rest of the day watching people pass by in my grandmum's sari-sari store, can be a bit boring and as well, for it to be a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. you might be wondering why i wasn't even sleeping for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why~??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so friggin' hot, that's why. the aircon was busted and all we can do for the rest of the day was laze about the house. so, my mum decided to go to grandmum's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+throws confetti+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. two days of nothing but the telly and me was pretty great to think of, and for the fact that my mother was now getting some rest from all the stuff she'd done made me feel pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, okay, we all packed our bags and went off to catch a cab. that was hell for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching a cab here can be pretty awful. alam mo 'yun, parang nanghoholdap yung mga drayber, padagdag ng padagdag yung ibabyad sa kanila. pero wala nang pakialam nanay ku, sabi nga naman kasi ni itay, walang yayaman sa ginagawa nilang kabalastugan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. so, ayun, naghanap kami ng taksi. dalawang beses kami sumakay at biglang tatanggi yung drayber eh. kasi naman 'no... hindi naman impyerno yung pupuntahan namin ayaw pa kaming pasakayin. so, ayun. ang nakakainis pa 'dun, sa kakasakay at baba namin, naiwanan namin yung bimpo ni arlo sa taksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos 'nun, meh taksi nang nagpasakay sa amin. [good grief!] dumating kami initan na initan na, si arlo parang naligo sa pawis at si martha iyak na nang iyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos ng ilang araw bumalik na kami sa bahay... hindi parin naayos yung aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the night sleeping outside. desperado na kasi eh. ang init talaga sa bahay. that was the worst night i have ever experienced in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i've discovered a few things on what you see and experience in 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cats. there was at least three cats making lame attempts to barge in my house. i whacked them away with my almighty throw pillow. +grin+&lt;br /&gt;-flying cockroaches. darn. i hate, loathe and am scared of them. especially the ones that can fly.&lt;br /&gt;-kids on the side of the street and teenagers still out even if they have curfew.&lt;br /&gt;-love songs ringing in my ears. yes. and those heartbroken mushy, mushy songs too. +yipes+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. there are more but i can't actually remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aircon got fixed today, and i slept the whole day off and felt extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyak. ayun lang muna. inaantuk pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114716668053097568?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114716668053097568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114716668053097568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114716668053097568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114716668053097568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-out-for-three-days-really-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114667239613839196</id><published>2006-05-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:07:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97B987;"&gt;Geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when people win a million bucks and cry or do something stupid or something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that happened to me, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;Only that it wasn't because of a million bucks, but I wasn't actually expecting to be a KHQ Mod.&lt;br /&gt;So, if I may be happy to fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlo {Well, my little brother. I'll be filling you in with him too in one of my upcoming posts.}, logged in, eager for browsing through the board and finding out who were the lucky kids who were going to be promoted as a 'Detective Sergeant'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us emitted false sighs, groans and ugly remarks or whatever you do when you're depressed or pissed off with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to us, the time we went for the topic, the connection suddenly got slow. So, after numerous attempts, death threats and a couple of whacks from the almighty 'rents, we got the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;It was 'slightly' fast. 'Slightly'. {Well, have you ever experienced a 'fast' connection speed when using a Dial-Up connection? Not me, that's for sure.}So okay, we found the topic, found Chamie's post and we even missed my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;As soon Arlo read the post, he screamed, 'Oy! Sikat ka na!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;I, who didn't catch any word from the post, and was constantly daydreaming about Jun-chan, I made a puzzled look and read the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first thing I did was squeal, mentally screaming 'Thank-yous' to Kami-sama, waking up the baby, being whacked on the shin by my mother and jumping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the things I've ever dreamt of doing, what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my case, I was pretty happy. Really, really, really happy and flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;And then, as soon as I completely restrained myself from the computer, lying back down in bed, I thought more of the responsibilities I would take as a Moderator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97B987;"&gt;I would be one of the awesome dudes and dudettes who would motivate and inspire these KHQers. True, it might be hard, but I don't care and I won't act recklessly anymore. I do care for KHQ. I love it and I want it to progress. I won't let them be stuck in the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyak. I sound too corny, but heck it's something I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+poses+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+thumbs up+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note~:: If you're thinking that Matsujun has been out of my head right now and been planning to take him away, then you're wrong. He's one of the cutest, most adorable thing in the world. +ramble+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narimiya Hiroki is still dancing in my head as well. Expect him to be blurted out in a few of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ejfewohgoiewh+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114667239613839196?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114667239613839196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114667239613839196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114667239613839196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114667239613839196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/geh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114658598878888792</id><published>2006-05-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:01:38.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MatsuJun... Rabid Fangirl-ishness Post. Geh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;+fangirl mode+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;{forgive miss sayuri for that.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;+squeals+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;jun-chan is hot. i mean it, so much, i feel like squealing it out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;i now even starting to think why i've been calling him 'jun-chan' {'chan'? geh. and it kind of reminds me of takeuchi junko being called as jun-chan.}, because i know people call him 'matsujun'. eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;if you don't even know who he is, maybe a pic can make you squeal out his name {that also includes me.}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;ja-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-n~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j29/electrosushi/jun-chan3_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j29/electrosushi/jun-chan3_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt;{a cute pic from 'gokusen' in where he plays as Shin Sawada. The hottest bad boy who unusually gets high grades. Ha?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;Matsumoto Jun is hot. So... +squeals+ Geh. I sound like a rabid fangirl. {Which I'm NOT~!!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;Go Matsuju-u-u-n~!! +lol+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;nothing much is happening today. just the same old thing. so nothing to report, i'm just enlightening you with one of the people who are in my fangirl thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;oh wait. since kakashi's busy with his 'make-out paradise' novels, i'm keeping myself busy with jun-chan and narimiya hiroki-sama {i always get confused with his name. i always thought it was 'nariyama' or something.}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt;+end of fangirl post+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114658598878888792?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114658598878888792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114658598878888792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114658598878888792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114658598878888792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/matsujun-rabid-fangirl-ishness-post.html' title='MatsuJun... Rabid Fangirl-ishness Post. Geh.'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114649550333388993</id><published>2006-05-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:54:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-Dramas... Whee-hee-hoo~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;yay. first time a j-drama hit philippine shores! now is the time for rejoicing! well, if you can bear the sad dubbing [that resumed in ripping matsumoto-sama's sexy voice. TT~TT] and the really, really long commercials, it seems nice to celebrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;i can finally be able to freely squeal whenever i see matsumoto's images without being referred to as a freak. yay, fangirl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;geh. that was totally off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;v.v &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;i better go. i seem to have scared you with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;{gokusen airs every weekdays 6pm at gma7. you might be wondering how I got to watch it, since we have no telly. well, it happens that my grandmum has her own tv and i fortunately can get to watch everytime i want too. yay! more of matsumoto-sama! +giddy+} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt;note:: i've added you all up to my links section. hee, enjoy new o-tomos! ^___^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114649550333388993?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114649550333388993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114649550333388993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114649550333388993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114649550333388993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/j-dramas-whee-hee-hoo.html' title='J-Dramas... Whee-hee-hoo~!!'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114649539438304012</id><published>2006-05-01T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:02:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tankoubooon. Bon. Bon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97B987;"&gt;I lay sprawled on my bed, one of my legs outstretched, hanging floppily by the edge of the bed and the other bent up. I fumbled around through the heap of music magazines and tankoubons around me, some, I heard, fell down on the floor. I managed to be kept quiet, while the stereo droned StereoLab songs as I unconsciously looked around for something to keep myself busy with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I grabbed a new tankoubon leafing through some of the pages, managing to find a good chapter. I felt my fingers running up and down the sides of the book, leaving one bloody paper cut on one of my fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have previously written about how much I am affected by not having someone around to talk to and burst out all these things going on in my life, and I think that in my situation this nuisance is getting much worse already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'On top of the world or in the depths of despair' can be well-suited here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I sometimes ask myself if anyone can understand this about me, a girl desperately in need of someone to talk to. I'm not sure… I couldn't just blurt it all out to my relatives. I know I would be crying the next time we meet. Crying can bring out such liberation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honestly, being locked up in your own house for almost three and a half years can get crazy. And in spite of all the optimism and all the kind-hearted words you hear, you can't just rid of your burdens and as well as your feelings and get on with your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But sometimes, almost rarely, I often hear myself saying these words, 'Yet no matter how worse it is, I must not bury my face again in the depths of my pillow, I must hold my head high and be brave, for chances will come, for not once, but for numerous times.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not the type of person who's self-confident; I'm not the girl whose poise and states out exactly what she wants without any dilly-dallying. How I always wished for me to have at least one of those traits!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114649539438304012?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114649539438304012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114649539438304012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114649539438304012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114649539438304012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/05/tankoubooon-bon-bon.html' title='Tankoubooon. Bon. Bon.'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114641114293155535</id><published>2006-04-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:06:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+OA-ness+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;three years of holding back tears and keeping all of the burdens to myself, i broke down tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i've learned something that i can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm boiling with rage, and yet i musn't show it. i'd like to scream, give everyone long hard looks and i don't know what comes next. because of all these words, accusations and misunderstandings, i couldn't bottle it up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;i wanted to cry. i wanted to cry out to them, 'leave me alone, give me a night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing! let me get away from it all!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97B987;"&gt;but i can't do that. i won't let them know about my burdens. it would just make me want to scream once more. i can't let them know about that. i don't want to bear their sympathy and their kind-hearted words. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to burst everything out with my best friend, but she's too far away and too busy with her life so i don't want her to be interrupted by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interacting with people. why does this have to be so complicated? i tried it a couple of times but i never do it again. i always tend to be rejected, ignored and be considered as a freak. i always think, 'what do they want from me? how can i make friends if the same people hated the real me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i talk, they'd think i'm too loud. if i kept to myself or stay silent, they'd think i was being so selfish. rude if i answer. disrespectful if i let myself use the computer or if i eat more than a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now wish God to give me a different nature. if everyone does hate me and ignores me like this then i'd rather shut myself in a room forever then hear their remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything just goes worse when it comes to forums. and that's the same reason why i loathed greetings. i was always asked with the same questions. if they ask how i am doing, i often tell them i'm fine. if i say that i wasn't, then more people will keep on asking the same thing. and would make me want to explode more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and my eyes are burning. and i've never felt so lonely in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114641114293155535?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114641114293155535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114641114293155535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114641114293155535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114641114293155535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/04/oa-ness.html' title='+OA-ness+'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114631761595019259</id><published>2006-04-29T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:13:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod-ness... Hits... And misses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#97b987;"&gt;hmm. you know, i'm starting to sound confusing to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last night, i decided on not applying for the 'Detective Sergeant' position, but just now, i've been writing my head off for it. hee. i tend to tear people's heads apart, and i seem to think i'm doing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+kuso+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt;and, oh yes, oh yes, i've just put up a hit counter [well err... i was rather bored, and i didn't know how to tweak my layout... so i ended up with the hit counter.] i had a pretty hard time, choosing one of the counter images.&lt;br /&gt;and i seem to have not posted last night. why? well, unfortunately, our computer uses a Dial-Up connection for all of this. ambagal. kung alam mo lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+collapses+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing nothing today. no summer classes and stuff. i'm just waiting patiently for the modules to arrive, so i can start studying next, next month! i'm so hyped on my new modules! my teacher told us that my subjects would lessen and my modules will too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news is, they're not sure if it'll be arriving next month or the other month. and i wanted to get a headstart with it, so i can finish early, and more time for greek! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go swim down my aunt's place tomorrow or on Monday... i'm getting bored from all the heat and all the troublesome chores they give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'll just go finish 'Across The Nightingale Floor' my uncle lent us... speaking of that book, it's pretty good, as it was written by an Aussie and was based on Feudal Age Japan... so, it was okay. Revolves on the life of a sixteen [fifteen?] year-old boy named, Tomasu seeking revenge for the death of his family, who was killed by Iida Sadamu [a really, really powerful guy who hated Tomasu's Clan.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my uncle would've said, kind of like a Feudal-Aged Harry Potter plot. hehe. right you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tomasu slipped from the hands of Iida, adopted by a really, really powerful man named Otori Shigeru [who's Iida's rival. oooh.], changes his name to Otori Takeo, becomes Shigeru-sama's adopted son, occasionally has identity problems and falls in love with a girl named Shirakawa Kaede [who is unintentionally [or not] Otori Shigeru's bride-to-be.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add in a couple of sword-bashing, blood, Naruto's Bunshin no Jutsu slightly mixed, annoying assassins, a perverted old man who actually kicks ass [Jiraiya, anyone?], identity problems and a dash of forbidden love plot, and you have this wonderful, slightly confusing story about Otori Takeo a.k.a. the cute and humble wild child named, Tomasu of the Hidden Clan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand his whole identity problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Lol+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;I've only read the first one [it's a trilogy, for pete's sake.] and it's getting exciting.&lt;br /&gt;[as my uncle said, 'hindi ka mabibitin.'&lt;br /&gt;you, sir, have no idea that you're absolutely right! aprub! aprub! d^_^b]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaay! before i get into more stuff, i have to end. actually, i NEED to end my post. it's getting long, and i don't want anyone to get bored to death [that is, if there is actually someone who's going to read this. +doubts+]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;till next time [that means tomorrow, no da.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: did i already mention the tagboard located at the other scroll-y thing? +checks previous post+ oh wait, i already did. tag me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note 2: oh yeah. i just want to apologize for those people i've already linked, but i never got the idea of asking permission first, before i post their links. [i guess i'll drop by their tagboards. =_="] and i've also linked Pokemon Ph... ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note 3: and come to think of it, i haven't posted a thing yet with my account in KHQ. maybe i should start? but i'm feeling nervous. most of the threads started there gets spam or filled with greetings... can there be a way to avoid them? because, my primary motive for that thread is to make friends, not answer redundant greetings. i might start it up, tomorrow night. or today. not sure. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114631761595019259?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114631761595019259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114631761595019259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114631761595019259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114631761595019259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/04/mod-ness-hits-and-misses.html' title='Mod-ness... 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And misses...'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600037.post-114606882809349599</id><published>2006-04-27T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:24:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back [?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt;i'm&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt; now back. reborn or whatever. and with a new layout... and a blog, i guess. but i really like this one, and i'm planning to keep this for a couple of months [and if i can restrain myself from the computer and notepad.] i've had a lot of trouble with the banner. it can sometimes not show up on my computer, and i think [?] i've solved the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#97b987;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i really feel ashamed of myself for putting up links already. i haven't asked them yet if i could put their blogs up here. aiyaaa~ gomen, ne. [i apologize! +bow+]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much is happening in my place... nor in my life and i've been leafing through a new online groups called, Pokemon Ph. i first saw it on a sig from a boy named, Ron or RonaldLuna in the K-Zone forums, so they were looking for PokeFangirls... and boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, making a long story short, i joined. hee, i've looking at their posts [and pics.] and they seem like a nice lot. i haven't posted though, i tend to feel nervous about being a newbie when it comes to new communities and it takes a few days for me to grow comfortable enough to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that still does not change my attitude towards the K-Zone forums. the mods are looking for new Detective Sergeants [Micael is the first one...] or new mods, to put it simply, for the K-Zone Forums.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided not to apply [for now,], since i'm not really sure what i'm going to even post there and i'm really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving our barangay's fiesta... it's one whole week full of activities and other happy, happy stuff. i'm really excited about it and it just started on Monday. XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think our friend's going to Japan for his art exhibit on September. i'm sorta jealous and really happy for him that he'd be going there [seeing that he's a Naruto fan like me.] +envies+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much school stuff, just same old thing... but i think i'd be able to start next month full of studying again [hee. i want to start early. and to study harder this school year... i made a bunch of goals lined up for this school year, i'm hoping i can achieve them all.] hee. and i desperately want to learn Greek right now. i'm not sure why. i tried it when i was seven. i totally sucked and that tape didn't even helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, that's my post for today. and i think i'd be able to post an entry, a day. if not, i just got to shake myself even more harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: i already have a tagboard. just scroll down on the top scroll-y thing and you'll find it under the '-things to remember-' section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize if you can't see it. i'm having troubles you know. and my site ain't perfect either.&lt;br /&gt;this is my tagboard. as you can see, i'm just starting out. tag me, glomp me or snuggle me to death, but i would not tolerate flames. anyhoo, i apologize again if you can't really see it on my page and you need to scroll down just for it, but i hope someone would post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600037-114606882809349599?l=nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/feeds/114606882809349599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26600037&amp;postID=114606882809349599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114606882809349599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26600037/posts/default/114606882809349599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-happenings.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back [?]'/><author><name>Sayuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953703635011164592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
