<?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-5531898442482705864</id><updated>2011-09-30T08:41:46.791-07:00</updated><category term='masababa'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='contemplating'/><category term='April loves Broadway'/><category term='pride'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='tired'/><category term='ballet'/><category term='cuteness'/><category term='sophomore'/><category term='self'/><category term='memesurvey'/><category term='April is trying to work on a project'/><category term='freshman'/><category term='fan fiction'/><category term='glee'/><category term='April is tired'/><category term='adieu'/><category term='30-day blogger challenge'/><category term='April likes pictures'/><category term='Hetalia'/><category term='broadway'/><category term='April is calm'/><category term='metaphorical'/><category term='Ideal boyfriend'/><category term='survey'/><category term='labo tabo'/><category term='matsushita yuya'/><category term='family'/><category term='emo'/><category term='things that make me cry'/><category term='dream boy'/><category term='msep camp'/><category term='mockery'/><category term='rant'/><category term='study mode'/><category term='filipino'/><category term='April loves Pomplamoose'/><category term='30 day meme'/><category term='April likes food'/><category term='April loves her friends'/><category term='enchanted kingdom'/><category term='musicals'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='percy jackson'/><category term='spazz'/><category term='one five'/><category term='random'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='videos'/><category term='the lulz'/><category term='ignore plz'/><category term='music'/><category term='10 day meme'/><category term='anticipation'/><category term='awesome friends'/><category term='Tenimyu'/><category term='school'/><category term='LOLlercoasters 8D'/><category term='April is okay'/><category term='hello life'/><category term='beatles'/><category term='This is my future boyfriend.'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='john gallagher jr.'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='April learns Geometry'/><category term='awesome sauce'/><category term='environmentalist'/><category term='missed'/><category term='blah'/><category term='April is thinking'/><category term='hayao miyazaki'/><category term='out'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='sdfsdfsdfsdf'/><category term='anime'/><category term='ghibli movie'/><category term='wants'/><category term='dressing up'/><category term='this will happen someday.'/><category term='April does not like school'/><category term='fangirling'/><category term='Hello future boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Main blog. O-:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-357282344774863951</id><published>2011-03-16T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:25:51.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adieu'/><title type='text'>Temporary adieu.</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I'm usually found on &lt;a href="http://aprilosity.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://aprilocampo.livejournal.com/"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;. I also post writing stuff (which will range from original stories to fanfiction to creative non-fiction to random spiels on random things) on my new &lt;a href="http://aifuru.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;dreamwidth&lt;/a&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just going to keep this up here in case if I suddenly decide to use blogger again. Feel free to read but if you'd like to contact me, tumblr or LJ would definitely be the best way ^^ So for now, adieu blogger. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-357282344774863951?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/357282344774863951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=357282344774863951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/357282344774863951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/357282344774863951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/temporary-adieu.html' title='Temporary adieu.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4526442249174972124</id><published>2011-02-18T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:42:14.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I need to be inspired.</title><content type='html'>Will forever be on an unending search for a source of epic inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a film. I need a story.&lt;br /&gt;That's all really. From there, I'll have something to work on I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm epically excited for next year's GIFT. Vid Proooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I srsly need to have something to blog about "orz Forgive these random bouts of suddenly popping up. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4526442249174972124?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4526442249174972124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4526442249174972124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4526442249174972124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4526442249174972124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-to-be-inspired.html' title='I need to be inspired.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-6977030573918847180</id><published>2011-01-02T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:52:45.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matsushita yuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Kampai to a crazy year ahead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdOUKrfjJrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdOUKrfjJrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...Matsushita Yuya, I think you might be near perfect too. 5 year age gap only + knows how to sing and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMM INDEED. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've pretty much just gotten myself deeper into the Tenimyu fandom, a bit into the PureBoys fandom, and have become a spazz for Matsushita Yuya. God knows that if I get to go to Japan in this lifetime of mine, I just might spazz as I run around looking for my loves &amp;lt;3 Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangirling aside, happy new year readers! (If strangers do read this blog, which I know is pretty unlikely). I'll continue writing my mushy writing crap but I think I'll keep them to myself, or put them up on a private blog. I DON'T KNOW! But I do hope something interesting happens this 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Because I'm turning 16 this April~! I know, I'm older now :-( Boooo. But I'm trying to convince my parents to enroll me in driving lessons as soon as possible (because I have an insatiable taste for freedom at last to go around the city without being restricted...save for having homework and doing the said burden to maintain my grades but whatevs). Besides, I do want a car someday. xD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope 2011 turns out awesome, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-6977030573918847180?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6977030573918847180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=6977030573918847180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6977030573918847180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6977030573918847180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/mmm.html' title='Kampai to a crazy year ahead!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-480151767326664934</id><published>2010-12-21T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:27:43.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masababa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenimyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the lulz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>Comparisons and more fangirling~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TRBjvQjdt-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/qKww1wj3nps/s1600/NiouYagyuuMasaBaba.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TRBjvQjdt-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/qKww1wj3nps/s1600/NiouYagyuuMasaBaba.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Masa, tell me again about how you're not a couple and yet you compare your relationship to that of Niou and Yagyuu's. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shot x infinity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for spamming my blog with too much of my fangirling orz orz orz This is just my life as it is now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TRBkVkdnAEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JRAl3567o2o/s1600/LULZYSCREENCAP.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TRBkVkdnAEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JRAl3567o2o/s400/LULZYSCREENCAP.png" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was watching DL7 and oh gods, this just made me LOL so hard. BabaRyo and the rest of Seigaku, y u practice Yudan Sezu ni Ikou everywhere? =)) Dedication much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TRBkXWAoZbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/r2D99y9WPO8/s1600/lulzyscreencap1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TRBkXWAoZbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/r2D99y9WPO8/s400/lulzyscreencap1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there was Sanada who got the privilege of inflicting his b*tch slap of doom on Yukimura. OH GODS. TOO MUCH WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-480151767326664934?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/480151767326664934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=480151767326664934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/480151767326664934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/480151767326664934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/comparisons-and-more-fangirling.html' title='Comparisons and more fangirling~'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TRBjvQjdt-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/qKww1wj3nps/s72-c/NiouYagyuuMasaBaba.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-2723629652627685123</id><published>2010-12-20T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:51:15.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make me cry'/><title type='text'>Fanfiction, why? ;A;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;He woke up and saw that Niou was sitting next to the bed, completely dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Niou-kun?", he asked sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Yagyuu",  the white-haired replied. Without his glasses Yagyuu couldn't see the  expression of the other man. Niou paused and opened his mouth before he  closed it again to shake his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Never mind. Try to sleep again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Yagyuu felt Niou's cold finger brushing against his cheek, softly and for the first time hesitantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When Yagyuu woke up again, Niou was gone. He never came back again.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;-- Runaway by ladys-raindrops@LJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;God, this made me cry ;___; Very few fan fiction make me cry. This was one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Especially this part. Niou, why? ;A;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've been reading an unhealthy amount of fan fiction these days but I don't really mind because it's just so...It makes me so happy ;A; That is all.&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/5531898442482705864-2723629652627685123?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2723629652627685123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2723629652627685123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2723629652627685123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2723629652627685123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/fanfiction-why.html' title='Fanfiction, why? ;A;'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5266281254332822303</id><published>2010-12-20T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:12:09.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msep camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April likes pictures'/><title type='text'>Of camps and the provincial life *insert literal kroo kroo*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs771.snc4/67192_177176148973927_100000446299084_518205_2168912_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs771.snc4/67192_177176148973927_100000446299084_518205_2168912_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So...Last Dec. 17-18, I just had MSEP Camp 8D It was actually my first as a high school student and it was in the same place as the Grade 6 Phase 3 one but this was so much fun. GanTEAMpala, ILU ALL &amp;lt;3 They all made my camp so much win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs758.snc4/65801_468592657702_685627702_6124301_412268_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs758.snc4/65801_468592657702_685627702_6124301_412268_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And taxonomy sort of kind of became our word of the day. .__. =)) But it's all good! We got 3rd place anyway, thanks to cheering :3 We'll forever have the latest reactions but still...HI-HO MACHO GWAPOS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And now I'm in Leyte, being bored out of my mind. But I'm thanking God that Tita Keith has wi-fi so I think I might get through this provincial vacation after all. :3 But I still do want a myu marathon with Fia &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, my life aside, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I'll post pictures once I get a hold of my camera again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEYEYEYEYEYEYEYE =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5266281254332822303?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5266281254332822303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5266281254332822303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5266281254332822303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5266281254332822303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-camps-and-provincial-life-insert.html' title='Of camps and the provincial life *insert literal kroo kroo*'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-821483446116492085</id><published>2010-12-08T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:04:09.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is trying to work on a project'/><title type='text'>I am at the e-clasroom right now.</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG HAI PEOPLE. THAT IS ALL. *bored*&lt;br /&gt;I'll go do my IP now :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-821483446116492085?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/821483446116492085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=821483446116492085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/821483446116492085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/821483446116492085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-at-e-clasroom-right-now.html' title='I am at the e-clasroom right now.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-3717475449671031776</id><published>2010-12-01T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:12:46.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week ala 3rd quarter</title><content type='html'>It's finally December! Happy December everyone! This year was too fast, I swear. But it's been fun. But still too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is as sadistic as ever as they drown us in an everlasting pile of homework. I do wonder why they like to do this to us but anyway. I think I might end up insane because of this D-: The only thing that has been keeping me sane is fangirling. It's such a relaxing destressing activity. And apparently, it wakes me up too! I was fangirling with Fia during Geom and after Geom was Computer, and we had discussions and 3 quizzes and I did pretty well, unusually. I mean, our Computer teacher is the funnest...ever!!! But, the subject makes me want to kill myself sometimes :-)) I'm sorry programming D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, life has been pretty peachy.&lt;br /&gt;After one of the awesomest days, life has been just so comparatively boring. Oh well. :-((&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are supposedly modeling auditions tomorrow. I'd audition but I'm lazy and I lack the requirements. So until next year XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Life's been all schoolwork these days. It's absolutely tedious. :-(&lt;br /&gt;And I now have gazillions of mosquito bites. FUDGE THIS. :-((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-3717475449671031776?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3717475449671031776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3717475449671031776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3717475449671031776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3717475449671031776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/hell-week-ala-3rd-quarter.html' title='Hell Week ala 3rd quarter'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5261550054173125295</id><published>2010-11-29T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:45:19.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of bishies, fangirling, and a streak of bad days.</title><content type='html'>*sigh* This week was a total rollercoaster ride. I'd post some pictures...if I had pictures, that is. But I don't because I got too lazy. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Wednesday was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; awesome. It was so awesome-- God gave me a horrible streak of bad days in return. *cringe* I'd love to elaborate really, but that would be what one would call shameless so, too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the past few days, the only thing that has constantly been making me happy is fangirling over Tenimyu. Rikkai is just pure &amp;lt;3 And so is Shirota Yuu's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. This is such a lame update. And it's about my fangirling...again. I'm sorry I have no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5261550054173125295?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5261550054173125295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5261550054173125295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5261550054173125295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5261550054173125295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-bishies-fangirling-and-streak-of-bad.html' title='Of bishies, fangirling, and a streak of bad days.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5951071960925743365</id><published>2010-11-21T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T03:49:52.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenimyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideal boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Ideal Boyfriend: Visual Aids 8D</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I'm blogging about ideal boyfriends but I can't help it when I'm exposed to too much hotness D: I've been having mental nosebleeds the past week and hng, I'm such a shameless fangirl. Fia, this is your fault D: I'm not saying it's bad though because they just make my day 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal Boyfriend No.1: Masataka Nakagauchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rxr.cosholic.com/blog6/masascan04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://rxr.cosholic.com/blog6/masascan04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hot, and sings, and dances.&lt;br /&gt;And he's just so...*insertfangirlysquealinghere*&lt;br /&gt;He's 25 years old and practically 10 years older than me, but do I care? 'Course not XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just the cutest...EVER. :-((&lt;br /&gt;However, if he does turn gay or something, I won't mind if it's over Ba-chon. *u* (OMG. SHAME ON YOU FANGIRL!APRIL. SHAME ON YOUUUUU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the heavens he did not become a soccer player/policeman. I'd probably still think he was hot if he played soccer but meh...ALL HIS DANCING TALENT WOULD HAVE BEEN WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dances the sexiest dance ever on center stage in Petenshi Da in DL5 and you just can't help but look at the sexiness happening in the middle of the stage. And ugh, did I mention he just dances sexily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal Boyfriend No. 2: Baba Tooru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamamamegan.com/mamamamegan/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/babacu9yrbt04btsr3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.mamamamegan.com/mamamamegan/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/babacu9yrbt04btsr3.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Baba/Ba-chon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do prefer having him paired up with Masa though. But then again, that's just my inner MasaBaba fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did see him paired up with this other guy once. It did not look good. It was too gay and uncute. So hng. He should have done that scene with Masa. Would've been 90328919134x cuter and I would have actually appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played Yagyuu in the Tenimyu and plays Shunsuke Chiba in the live-action of Fujoshi Rumi and Chiba is easily becoming one of my favorite characters. ("I'll neutralize it!" *kissu* &amp;lt;-- EPIC LOLlercoasters moment XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal Boyfriend No. 3: Shirota Yuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.watanabepro.co.jp/shirota_infoblog/archives/201010241831000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.watanabepro.co.jp/shirota_infoblog/archives/201010241831000.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirota Yuu is one of the most gorgeous dorks ever :-(( He's so freaking adorable and beautiful and just so...HNG PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention he's such an adorable dork? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I saw a look-a-like younger version of him once at school and we've been shameless ever since. HNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH A DORK SHIROTAN BUT OHWELL I LOVE YOU. XD Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese fathers and Spanish mothers produce the most beautiful babies ever. :-(( Why is life like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I FOUND YET ANOTHER DORKY PICTURE OF SHIROTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.watanabepro.co.jp/showimg.php?src=http://blog.watanabepro.co.jp/shirotayu/archives/mb/20091107_112239_1257558905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.watanabepro.co.jp/showimg.php?src=http://blog.watanabepro.co.jp/shirotayu/archives/mb/20091107_112239_1257558905.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, just how can someone be that adorable? HNG. I do hope his younger version is this dorky too :-(( Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my fangirling. You're probably getting sick of it. Anyways, about my life, when I get to organizing my Intrams pictures, I'll blog about it. 8D But for now, you shall have a dose of my fangirling. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5951071960925743365?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5951071960925743365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5951071960925743365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5951071960925743365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5951071960925743365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/ideal-boyfriend-visual-aids-8d.html' title='Ideal Boyfriend: Visual Aids 8D'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5536540064332029384</id><published>2010-11-20T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T05:31:16.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is my future boyfriend.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello future boyfriend'/><title type='text'>My future boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Warning: If you're a foreign reader, you won't be able to understand this post. However, this is just a survey that will try to answer the qualities of my future boyfriend XD TROLOLOLOL So really, it's pretty irrelevant but meh :-j As for fellow Filipinos, enjoy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1. Dapat ba gwapo?: YES. YES. YES. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Deep inside, yung mga nagsasabi na "looks don't matter", they are big fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;liars.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Matalino?: Smart enough to keep up with me? TROLOLOLOLOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Preferred Age?: Either my age or someone older. Basta hindi lalagpas ng 10 years age gap namin, okay na ako. (TROLOLOLOL. Shirotan makes it into the 10 years gap. I'm such a freak XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Preferred height?: TALLER THAN ME. No questions asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;6. How about piercings?: It's fine, as long as they aren't disturbing or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?: Of course. I wouldn't even bother if he doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;8. Pink hair?: Yuck. No. Just. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;9. Mushy or no?: The cute kind of mushy. :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;10. Thin or fat?: Not too lanky but not too chubby either. I want someone who's lean. Meaning, ayoko ng may masyadong muscles. Just enough. If you want a visual aid or something, go look for a picture of some of the Tenimyu cast members :"&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;11. Moreno or chinito or mestizo?: Whatever. BASTA HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?: Not too long but not too short either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;13. Plastic or metal?: Huuuuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;14. Smells good?: Yup :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;15. Smoker?: Nope. Sorry. But if you're really hot, may chance pa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;16. Drinker?: Not too much. Drinking's fine, but honestly, I don't like alcohol. But if the guy drinks, it's fine with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;17. Boy-next-door type?: Basta cute. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;18. Musically inclined?: YES YES YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;19. Plays piano?: &amp;lt;3333 I fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?: YES ;A;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;21. Plays violin?: Sure but meh :-j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;22. Sings very good?: F*CK. YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;23. Vain?: Not too vain. The cute type of vain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;24. With glasses?: If he looks good with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;25. With braces?: Okay lang? IDK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;26. Shy type?: OMG YES :-(( But not too shy, since that's gonna be annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;27. Rebel or good boy?: A good boy who can be a rebel when he chooses to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;28. Active or passive? I don't exactly understand this question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;29. tight or bomb????: FUUUU--ANO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;30. Singer or dancer?: BOTH. YOU KIDDING ME? DAPAT BOTH. UNF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;31. Suplado?: The cute kind of suplado :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;32. Hiphop?: Not necessarily since hiphop's not my favorite type of dance but meh, basta hot siya pag sumayaw okay na :-j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;33. Earrings?: Really depends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;35. Torpe?: Not too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;36. Mr. Count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?: As long as he's cute enough and is determined to stay with me 8-&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;37. Dimples?: Dimples aren't that important but rather, it's the cuteness of the smile :"&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;38. Bookworm?: Yes 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;39. Mr. Love letter?: As long as they're really sweet :"-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;40. Makulit?: At times, siguro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;41. Flirt?: Only with me. JK. Pwede siguro sa others, if it's in a funny way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;42. Poem writer?: Sure? Doesn't really matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;43. Serious?: Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;serious. That's gonna be no fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;44. Campus crush?: ... 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;45. Painter?:&amp;lt;333 I have already fallen in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;46. Religious?: More of the one who's respectful of other religions. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;47. Alaskador?: What that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;48. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?: Computer games are fine as long as he teaches me how because there are some that I just don't understand (like DOTA XD) Internet freaks are fun. I think majority of us in this generation are so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;49. Speaks 20 languages?: Not necessarily 20 languages. Trilingual people are fun =)) But meh, not necessary in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;50. Loyal o faithful?: Errr...Both? They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pretty similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5536540064332029384?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5536540064332029384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5536540064332029384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5536540064332029384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5536540064332029384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-future-boyfriend.html' title='My future boyfriend?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1602691068631296901</id><published>2010-11-20T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:03:05.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to lately.</title><content type='html'>Intrams is over. NOOOOOOO :-(( This means it's time to go back to reality ;___; Goodbye days of watching Tenimyuuuu :-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.youtube.com/vi/CCicDWC8iGE/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/CCicDWC8iGE/0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That is Platinum Pair. Masa and Baba. SO MUCH LOVE. :-((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVsP6aL6rHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVsP6aL6rHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this and fall in love with the fanservice and the awesomeness :-(( dfklakldfkl SO MUCH LOVE, I CAN'T EVEN. I try to do my homework but I'd take fangirling over homework any day so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wanna cry. Don't want to do homework :-(( Why did I sleep in until 12 today. UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1602691068631296901?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1602691068631296901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1602691068631296901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1602691068631296901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1602691068631296901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-ive-been-up-to-lately.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to lately.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8357296129522642271</id><published>2010-11-11T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:27:57.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April loves her friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The line between fantasy and reality</title><content type='html'>I know I'm stuck in the deepest pits of my imagination sometimes and there are sometimes that when you drag me out of my mind and back to reality, I'm still glued to the piece of that fantasy that I was pondering on. Usually it involves stuff that I know will never happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd just like to say, I can still very much distinguish fantasy from reality. It's just that sometimes, it's better for me to get stuck in my fictional world once in a while. And claim I'm in love with *insert fictional character here* (For now, I'm very much in love with Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and his unffff-ness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, while I'm writing a story that's turning out to be very major [major...Gah Frances is catching on to me.], the threads of fantasy and reality are getting tangled, like how threads tangle inside your sewing kit if you leave it there for a while. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes--no wait, most of the time, fantasy is better than reality.&lt;br /&gt;And I insist I live in this fantasy-drunk reality state of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...On other notes, life has been pretty boring, but the story seems to spice it up by just a bit. And I think this might be my first blog after I just came back from Taiwan.(And I'll blog about it soon when I coordinate my thoughts or something) I'm watching the premiere of Deathly Hallows for free because &lt;a href="http://silenthopes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yssa&lt;/a&gt; is one of the loveliest friends ever &amp;lt;3 ILY TWIN SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I might watch Cue's adaptation of Hunchback of Notre Dame on the 19th because I want to see what I could have possibly been part of. I will not join unless they do WSS. Until then, I shall be off, frolicking and living my ghei life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean&amp;amp;Clear talks are very...They all think we're teeny-bopper girly girls when we're very far from it XD UGH. I mean, sure, I do love to flaunt my girliness but I know my limits. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards tomorrow. I think there is a possibility of me dying if I failed to get the acad award because of one stupid subject. So for now, I'll go drown myself in my reality-based fantasy because I would very much like to write. And I'll probably hope for better grades and take Vicky's (who is a reincarnation of Maria Goretti) advice of praying to God for good grades or whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last thing before I go...&lt;br /&gt;Weese and I were randomly talking and she was asking me about my height. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weese: You're 5'7" right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: More of like 5'6" and a half but sort of yeahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Weese: Artie (character from Glee) is 5'7" and a half!!! Artie's so small pala.&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL. Yeah, I guess. XD&lt;br /&gt;Weese: Now you know what goes on in my mind when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)) Weese, this is why I love you talaga =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HojGSMCo5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HojGSMCo5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and please do listen to Hey Boy, Hey Girl by SEAMO ft. BoA! It's this really catchy awesome Japanese song and I seem to be fascinated by Japanese rap 8D Well well well, it seems I've found a new inspiration to take Jap elective in 4th year just because we have no Italian. :c But, I really do want to learn how to rap in Japanese since it sounds so freaking cool and awesome. Though from the looks of my voice which tends to be high and kind of annoying, it seems I'll be the one singing the high girly parts. Gods,&amp;nbsp; I'm such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SWEAR THIS WILL BE THE LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x0x0.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/tezukashirota.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://x0x0.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/tezukashirota.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIROTA YUU LOOKS TOTALLY HOT AS TEZUKA AND IS OFFICIALLY AN INSTANT CRUSH OF MINE &amp;lt;333 HEEHEE. HE'S SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBYE NA TALAGA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8357296129522642271?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8357296129522642271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8357296129522642271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8357296129522642271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8357296129522642271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/line-between-fantasy-and-reality.html' title='The line between fantasy and reality'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8161612873705714639</id><published>2010-10-31T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:52:30.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Since Christmas is just around the corner,&amp;nbsp; I'm making a wishlist. God, I hope you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Miyazaki Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://venturecosplay.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/howl1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://venturecosplay.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/howl1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably someone with Howl's badassness, looks, and charm. I mean,&amp;nbsp; honestly, Howl is just &amp;lt;3 I'm sorry Harry Potter fans but Howl is the greatest wizard of all time. OF ALL TIME! (No offense to HP though since I love it with all of my heart, ever since I've been in pre-school) But honestly, who wouldn't want Howl? Sophie is a lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, God, if you're reading this or you hear my prayers to me at mass after I take communion, please give me a boyfriend who's worthy to be a Miyazaki boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Canon 70-300mm lens...Or any lens actually :-((&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photocrati.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/canon-ef-70-300mm-f4-56-is-usm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photocrati.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/canon-ef-70-300mm-f4-56-is-usm1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is verging on a need. I need one, I swear. It's going to be hell to document our school fair without a telephoto lens. :-(&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;And I already signed up for documentation team for fair in advance. D: So please, daddy, give me this before Feb or March :-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Macbook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.komplettblog.ie/wp-content/uploads/macbook.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.komplettblog.ie/wp-content/uploads/macbook.jpg?w=300" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My need for a laptop is also growing. Seeing that we live in the age of IT, I sort of need my own laptop for my own files. Plus, it has iMovie so it makes editing movies much easier, I think, coz my lovely 500D uses .mov files in taking videos and the demand for taking videos is kind of rising, to my dismay, since I know nothing about making videos...yet :-&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more stuff if I see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8161612873705714639?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8161612873705714639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8161612873705714639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8161612873705714639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8161612873705714639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-3409388612493127998</id><published>2010-10-31T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:25:59.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Alone;; It's Sem Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TM0yljIRpaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qx9lAEFVLfY/s1600/Forever+alone.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="344" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TM0yljIRpaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qx9lAEFVLfY/s640/Forever+alone.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is me and &lt;a href="http://sparklit.tumblr.com/"&gt;Vicky&lt;/a&gt; having a plurk date at around 3 pm because we're both forever alone since majority of the Plurkiverse is probably out trick-or-treating or at PFW (Philippine Fashion Week). And yeah, we were the only ones online at that time. I've been forever alone since the morning and I've been working on my fanfic, and the original story that Justine told me to write, which is going to be about the fuuuumily. *u* I do hope Justine goes online soon or something because I terribly need last names because we never had last names for the fuuuumily. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sem break's been amazing because I'm living a semi panda-life stuck in the perpetual mess that is my kuya's bedroom just for the fact that his room has wi-fi and is big enough to accommodate all four of us (me, my brother, yaya, and my cousin) since we're the only ones in the house. I'm on the internet practically all day and night and I know it's bad for my eyes. But I can't help it! Do you honestly expect me to just sit and let myself rot away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the original story I'm making, I'm posting a preview here since I'm feeling kind. I think I'm unconsciously celebrating NaNoWriMo but mehhh. So anyway, do enjoy and insert some feedback on my lovely tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She could hear the sound of her heartbeat making music, pounding against her chest. It was Elizabeth’s first day in St. Cecilia’s Academy for Music and the Arts, and she was truly nervous. Her mother had left her there in England, which was where the school was, to be a boarding student and study music in the prestigious academy that was quite well-known even in her hometown, which was a quaint little town back in Austria. And now, here she was gawking at the majestic structure in front of her which was to be her school. Obviously, her mother had not left her alone and had asked a governess to accompany her.&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth’s governess gave her a stern look, prodding her to get over the hugeness of the school and get inside. At this, Elizabeth gulped and hurried in, taking in the sights of her new surroundings. She was going to have to get used to this. After all, she was stuck here until winter break.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got so far. =)) Hmmm...I guess that's kind of it. Can't wait to go to Taipei. I'm absolutely positively bored, living this panda life of mine D: I don't think I'm meant to be a panda after all. Also, I'm excited to take pictures :"&amp;gt; And bask in the possibly cold weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-3409388612493127998?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3409388612493127998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3409388612493127998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3409388612493127998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3409388612493127998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/forever-alone-its-sem-break.html' title='Forever Alone;; It&apos;s Sem Break!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TM0yljIRpaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qx9lAEFVLfY/s72-c/Forever+alone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-3507020699052869956</id><published>2010-10-30T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:42:50.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Yssa! 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TMvZS5QjsjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EwVpENHdakc/s1600/DSC03131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TMvZS5QjsjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EwVpENHdakc/s320/DSC03131.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TMvZXBEt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DC-iAg7iYcw/s1600/DSC03130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TMvZXBEt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DC-iAg7iYcw/s320/DSC03130.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was looking through old pictures and I found this super nene picture of me and &lt;a href="http://silenthopes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yssa&lt;/a&gt; that was taken just last year. =)) It was Yssa's birthday yesterday, btw. Please greet her a [belated] happy birthday! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life like this =)) Super nene + blurriness = teehee =))&lt;br /&gt;And even if we were this nene, I still love you Yssa &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-3507020699052869956?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3507020699052869956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3507020699052869956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3507020699052869956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3507020699052869956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-yssa-8d.html' title='Happy Birthday Yssa! 8D'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TMvZS5QjsjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EwVpENHdakc/s72-c/DSC03131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-4399169130001693604</id><published>2010-10-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T07:24:43.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A never-ending love affair</title><content type='html'>I will never ever fall out of love with writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been my passion since ever. The fact that you can release so much tension that is pent up within you just makes it so magical. The possibility of bringing others to places that only you have discovered is a beauty. Sure, I get sick of it when I'm forced to do it, especially when my creativity is nowhere to be found but I still love it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think my love for it will ever stop, even if I think I sort of suck at it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4399169130001693604?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4399169130001693604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4399169130001693604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4399169130001693604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4399169130001693604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-ending-love-affair.html' title='A never-ending love affair'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4132805899339545754</id><published>2010-10-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:37:46.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back :-)</title><content type='html'>LOL. I'll be posting stuff on my fanfiction.net account again since I feel somewhat inspired and I'm too lazy to make my own story. Actually, I'm always too lazy to ever do anything these days. Gah! I can't wait for sem break. What is this excitement that is pulsing through my veins just thinking about indulging myself in another culture? Though I don't want any homework. :-| I hope they don't give us any homework. Please, just no. :-| &lt;i&gt;Panira ng bakasyon&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of taking Italian lessons but I don't know where ;__; *sad loife* All I need is the place + the price. I've been yearning to learn a new language for quite some time now *O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the link to my fanfiction.net account: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1241425/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, change of pen name is evident. Though I do like that. Sorella della Luna is actually Italian for "moon's sister". Since it is night now and I happen to like the word sorella a lot(It's so cute, just like fratellino &amp;lt;3), plus it sounded pretty, so yeah I changed it. New fandom. New style. New fics coming up soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon. :"-D&lt;br /&gt;I've got the Spamano one I've been thinking about at the back of my head. I just really need to type it.&lt;br /&gt;And polish it a gazillion times. I am not going to be careless about publishing stories online ever again. [-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a lazy one...writing fan fics instead of studying. *sigh* I never learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4132805899339545754?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4132805899339545754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4132805899339545754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4132805899339545754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4132805899339545754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-back.html' title='Going back :-)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8063985192599896548</id><published>2010-10-19T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T03:53:29.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labo tabo'/><title type='text'>What I think about the 13th Day as a film :-(</title><content type='html'>Apparently, we're supposed to answer guide questions about it. We watched it for school and it was just so. . . Here are some of my actual answers for the stuff that I won't actually put on my paper since I'll probably get in trouble if I do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What struck most in the film?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad cinematography pierced my heart. And the fact that I couldn't quite grasp what sort of genre the film was trying to be in just sort of ruined it for me. Usually, I get touched by these religious movies but The 13th Day was just so... I feel so bad for saying it but it was just really bad. In my native language, &lt;i&gt;di siya tumalab sa puso ko okay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did the film help you see suffering in a better light?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more ways I can imagine. I can't stand looking at ugly cinematography for more than 15 minutes (That's the most I can take. Afterwards, I scatter my attention elsewhere.) Hindi lang naman at least ginawang colored or you know, they could have at least made it the pretty sort of monochrome but it wasn't. ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read that they wanted to compete with the DaVinci code's theme and all but guh why. They could've hired an awesome person to do this story some justice. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mama Mary a lot and all but, this movie made me cry because it was just so... LABO ;__;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8063985192599896548?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8063985192599896548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8063985192599896548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8063985192599896548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8063985192599896548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-think-about-13th-day-as-film.html' title='What I think about the 13th Day as a film :-('/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2571909243982677768</id><published>2010-10-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T06:32:31.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Films and Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rKW-VRFczA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rKW-VRFczA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so gorgeous and so inspiring. And it just makes you go all emotional and all that, and it doesn't make me feel sh*tty!And it just, pulls at your heartstrings. It's really amazing. Watch it you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Beattie, you are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a film like this some day with a couple of friends. I swear upon it and you, blog plus my readers, are going to be my witnesses. :-D I will do this one day. I will be part of a film that has an awesome inspiring heart-touching plot, plus pretty cinematography, plus an epic score. One of my many dreams, yes? I really wish that sometimes I could stay here for the summer to take that summer Film course in UP because my brother said it seems pretty awesome and I seem to be really interested in Film and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0I3Kpl3DTI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0I3Kpl3DTI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this too guys. It's really cute :3&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I love watching heartwarming short films on a rainy night :"-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2571909243982677768?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2571909243982677768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2571909243982677768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2571909243982677768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2571909243982677768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-so-gorgeous-and-so-inspiring.html' title='Short Films and Inspiration'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5259295919319098466</id><published>2010-10-15T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:25:23.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old stuff;; I look like a gypsy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TLkZpUDQYVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eSDAq-bDTCM/s1600/IMG_3178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TLkZpUDQYVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eSDAq-bDTCM/s400/IMG_3178.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is an old picture. But I only noticed it now so it is only now that I'm uploading this. I look like a gypsy with the bare feet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to go to Greenhills later.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE //__- But I might be able to accomplish part of my Christmas shopping. :"-D Must list down as to who I'm giving gifts to~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5259295919319098466?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5259295919319098466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5259295919319098466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5259295919319098466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5259295919319098466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-stuff-i-look-like-gypsy.html' title='Old stuff;; I look like a gypsy.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TLkZpUDQYVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eSDAq-bDTCM/s72-c/IMG_3178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-8408286720061018250</id><published>2010-10-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:55:16.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this will happen someday.'/><title type='text'>Eat, Talk, Shop, and Take Pictures while Travelling the World with Friends</title><content type='html'>One day, this will come true. One day, when we're all so filthy rich and we've got nothing to do with our lives, we'll all gather together and spend all our money on this one year trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Especially Europe &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to Italy, with its pizza, pasta and gelato. We'll ride the gondolas of Venice and find some sort of adventure within its mysterious streets.We'll go around Rome and be all tourist-y. We'll go to the Leaning Tower of Pisa and pose like all the other tourists because we wouldn't look like fools.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to France and go to the Eiffel Tower at night and just stare at the epic lights of Paris. We'll eat in all these classy restaurants. We'll watch operas. We'll go to the Louvre where there will already be a section dedicated to Oreo's epic artworks because she is awzm.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to UK and go to the Buckingham Palace and pose like Mr. Bean with the guards. We shall gawk at their pretty universities, especially Oxford.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to Spain and party all night long. We'd party with guys and have these crazy flings but in the end we pull ourselves together and stop being crazy. Or we could opt to fall in love, as corny as it may seem, and I don't know. Or maybe that would be just me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to Portugal and go shopping for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to Switzerland and get epicly fat because of their awesome chocolate which is being sold in markets.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go all around Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Then after Europe, we go to America *O*&lt;br /&gt;We'd go to New York, LA, San Francisco, and all around.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we'd go all around Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd elaborate on that but I'm too lazy *O* But we will do this some day. When we're all succesful, rich, but still single women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8408286720061018250?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8408286720061018250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8408286720061018250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8408286720061018250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8408286720061018250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/eat-talk-shop-and-take-pictures-while.html' title='Eat, Talk, Shop, and Take Pictures while Travelling the World with Friends'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-7261832670912027708</id><published>2010-10-08T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:20:16.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April loves her friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BK3PaEsiBRA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BK3PaEsiBRA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot lang, nalilito, oh ba't ganito?&lt;br /&gt;Paggising sa umaga, ikaw ang nasa isip...&lt;br /&gt;Tulog sa gabi, laman ng panaginip...&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ba kita? o ano... ? ewan ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;Simula nang makilala di maipinta,&lt;br /&gt;Ngiti sa mata!&lt;br /&gt;Magdamag ang kwentuhan, kulitan, tawanan...&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko maintindihan, bakit ngayon lang,&lt;br /&gt;Kung kelan ang puso ko ay maselan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam,&lt;br /&gt;Takot lang akong masaktan.&lt;br /&gt;Iniingatan lang aking puso.&lt;br /&gt;Kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;'Di na sana tayo nagkakaganito.&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito lang muna tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot lang, nalilito, oh ba't ganito?&lt;br /&gt;Urong-sulong yan ang paborito.&lt;br /&gt;Lilitaw, lulubog, 'tanong mo kahit sino!&lt;br /&gt;Pakisabi na lang,&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga'ng gusto mong gawin ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam,&lt;br /&gt;Takot lang akong masaktan.&lt;br /&gt;Iniingatan lang aking puso.&lt;br /&gt;Kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;'Di na sana tayo nagkakaganito.&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito lang muna tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakiusap lang,&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo na akong tignan nang ganyan...&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatunaw ang iyong tingin!&lt;br /&gt;Hinay-hinay ka lang,&lt;br /&gt;Mahina ang kalaban.&lt;br /&gt;Baka 'di na maiwasang&lt;br /&gt;Mahulog nang tuluyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam,&lt;br /&gt;Takot lang akong masaktan.&lt;br /&gt;Iniingatan lang aking puso.&lt;br /&gt;Kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;'Di na sana tayo nagkakagulo-gulo!&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito lang muna tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito na lang,&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;LIFE! Kuya introduced me this song when he found me randomly listening to Eraserheads. I have never realized how genius OPM is, and I'm starting to appreciate it. Sometimes, I just really wish I knew how to play an instrument. I really wanna learn how to make songs. Childhood dream, mehnnnn ;__; I've got the writing part down but I know nothing 'bout music. ;____; I wish I had talents other than ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Also watched Legend of the Guardians today. I would like to watch it in 3D plz. And, Oreo's parents are awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Semi-good night.&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/5531898442482705864-7261832670912027708?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7261832670912027708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=7261832670912027708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7261832670912027708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7261832670912027708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/tulak-ng-bibig-kabig-ng-dibdib.html' title='Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1572603427469831560</id><published>2010-10-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T07:21:39.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ako ay pagod&lt;br /&gt;Kinulangan ng tulog&lt;br /&gt;Bakit school bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay nasasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na matulog&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi pwede 'to&lt;br /&gt;'Di ba sapat ang handog?&lt;br /&gt;Wala na 'kong mabigay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a haiku and tanka in Filipino is hard beans -___- Who is a sleepy one? Exams, y u like to keep me up late? Y?! Ughhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1572603427469831560?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1572603427469831560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1572603427469831560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1572603427469831560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1572603427469831560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/ako-ay-pagod-kinulangan-ng-tulog-bakit.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5310236265508790047</id><published>2010-10-03T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:09:01.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hetalia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Spain y u like dat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3CiDi_DqUY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3CiDi_DqUY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain. I just absolutely love/adore Spain. This is the fault of me reading Spamano fics excessively. Unf. Spain has got to be the cutest. And I would love to visit Spain some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5310236265508790047?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5310236265508790047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5310236265508790047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5310236265508790047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5310236265508790047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/spain-y-u-like-dat.html' title='Spain y u like dat.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4668195619866842164</id><published>2010-09-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T04:59:12.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>MY EYES!!</title><content type='html'>I was calmly reading a book in the morning thinking, "Forever alone! But reading a book, so I'm okay." And then, something catches my eye in the corner and I turn to look and wowzaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not judging or anything. It's just very...very...public.&lt;br /&gt;And erm...Sometimes, you've got to get a hold of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those things make me think of a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I dismiss the thought, thinking it's impossible. But you know, there's always one little corner in my soul that's hoping that maybe someone thinks it's impossible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ugh, I'm hating the fact that time seems short when I'm finally trying to enjoy time. FML.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of hoping you can go tomorrow. Please?&lt;br /&gt;/wrist WHAT IS THIS LIFEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4668195619866842164?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4668195619866842164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4668195619866842164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4668195619866842164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4668195619866842164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-eyes.html' title='MY EYES!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-7218523302241478159</id><published>2010-09-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T06:21:54.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee Madness: Charice Haters D:</title><content type='html'>Now, I've got a lot of friends who are Charice haters and I'm not hating on them in anyway. But damn, I just don't understand why they hate her. I just listened to her cover of Listen that she did for Glee and wow, she sounded really good. I'm amazed. She did justice to this really amazing song. Okay, justice is an understatement. It sounds really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Filipino, I'm proud we've got talented people like her. And I do hope she is the ticket to a Glee World Tour that will come to the Philippines. I AM SO GETTING BACKSTAGE PASSES *will kill to do so...or not.* Come on; I was probably the first one who fangirled over Glee last year -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm excited for tomorrow afternoon :"-D The school loves us and is dismissing us at 3:30 pm. And, WE'RE HAVING MUSIC TOMORROW &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that our current Music substitute teacher is like a real-life Will Schuester? 8-&amp;gt; His voice. *melts like all her classmates* HEHEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-7218523302241478159?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7218523302241478159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=7218523302241478159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7218523302241478159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7218523302241478159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/glee-madness-charice-haters-d.html' title='Glee Madness: Charice Haters D:'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-3623266011552359237</id><published>2010-09-21T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T06:13:38.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Ten: One Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think I'm really confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't want to elaborate so I guess this ends my 10 day meme :-D&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/5531898442482705864-3623266011552359237?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3623266011552359237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3623266011552359237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3623266011552359237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3623266011552359237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-ten-one-confession.html' title='Day Ten: One Confession'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2949106566292155874</id><published>2010-09-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:01:08.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Nine: Two Smileys That Describe Your Life Right Now</title><content type='html'>1. :-((&lt;br /&gt;2. D-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts. I've got homework. I'm lazy. Baaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2949106566292155874?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2949106566292155874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2949106566292155874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2949106566292155874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2949106566292155874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-nine-two-smileys-that-describe-your.html' title='Day Nine: Two Smileys That Describe Your Life Right Now'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-434001102108508047</id><published>2010-09-07T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T05:39:39.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April does not like school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April learns Geometry'/><title type='text'>Importance. (Stated in Indirect Proof form)</title><content type='html'>You are important to me. Suppose you're not important to me, then, I wouldn't care so much about you. But I get jealous about lots of stuff that concern you. So I guess, you are sort of important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up with all sorts of indirect proofs coz I've got an oral quiz to finish tomorrow. t(= =t)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-434001102108508047?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/434001102108508047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=434001102108508047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/434001102108508047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/434001102108508047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/importance-stated-in-indirect-proof.html' title='Importance. (Stated in Indirect Proof form)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4218916871915553891</id><published>2010-09-02T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:38:45.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Eight: Three Turn-ons</title><content type='html'>1. Being not culturally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being able to carry a decent and somewhat interesting conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone who cares and is unusually sweet. Or someone who just really can make my day with the simple things they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, smart nice guys are hard to find in my generation. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4218916871915553891?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4218916871915553891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4218916871915553891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4218916871915553891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4218916871915553891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-eight-three-turn-ons.html' title='Day Eight: Three Turn-ons'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4911639038495558752</id><published>2010-09-02T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:25:35.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April loves Pomplamoose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>La Vie en Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsMIuuV05uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsMIuuV05uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely love Pomplamoose! :3 And I absolutely just love this cover they did of La Vie En Rose. I have a thing for French music or fancy date-sounding music in general. :"-D And I just totally love listening to this. Such clean-sounding music. ♥ Nataly Dawn's voice is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes today because of Distribution of Cards. Life is semi-awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4911639038495558752?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4911639038495558752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4911639038495558752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4911639038495558752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4911639038495558752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/definitely-love-pomplamoose-3-and-i.html' title='La Vie en Rose'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5915097710545646499</id><published>2010-08-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:57:31.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Seven: Four Turn-offs</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;b&gt;You don't look very good. &lt;/b&gt;Shallow na kung shallow but honestly, who doesn't get turned off with a guy who has lots of pimples? (Well, okay. At least sa akin turn-off yun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Acting disgusting&lt;/b&gt;. I hate guys who love being rude and doing disgusting things just because their mates think it's cool. It's disgusting and just plain rude, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Don't be over-possesive.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry, but I've still got an academic life/career to keep up with and until I achieve my dreams, those will be on my top priorities list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Being kuripot&lt;/b&gt;. I like gifts and material things so be generous. :c I'm a material girl kasi (just like what Madonna says in her song. :-)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5915097710545646499?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5915097710545646499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5915097710545646499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5915097710545646499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5915097710545646499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-seven-four-turn-offs.html' title='Day Seven: Four Turn-offs'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8525072445533501073</id><published>2010-08-29T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:11:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Might do this too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You can write to or about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day 1 — Your First Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day 2 — Your Best Friend(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day 3 — Your Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day 4 —Your Future/Current boyfriend or girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;5 — Your Ex boyfriend or girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;6 — A person you’ve drifted away from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;7 — Anything you’d like to clear up. Rumors, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;8 — Describe yourself in 5 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;9 — All the things you like/dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;10 — Someone who meant alot to you,&amp;nbsp;that passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;11 — Your future job (hopefully), and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;12 — Someone you’re mad at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;13 — Creepers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;14 — Haters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;15 — Something you’re good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;16 — Somewhere you want to live, and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;17 — Things you want to do eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;18 — The current person you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;19 — Why&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;love tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;20 — Someone who broke your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;21 — The last person you had a thing with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;22 — Anything thats on your mind, that NEEDS to get off your chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;23 — The person you miss the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;24 — Your type of guy/girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;25 — Type of people you get along with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;26 — Your plans in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;27 — The person you look up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;28 — Anyone who made a great impact on your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;29 — Your year so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;30 — Finally, yourself.&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/5531898442482705864-8525072445533501073?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8525072445533501073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8525072445533501073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8525072445533501073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8525072445533501073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/might-do-this-too.html' title='Might do this too.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5828213492409918872</id><published>2010-08-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:52:28.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Six: Five People Who Mean A Lot</title><content type='html'>Okay. I won't be mentioning specific people but rather, I'll be generalizing :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;My family&lt;/b&gt;. Because no matter what happens, I know that I'll have them to talk to. And I absolutely just love them all to bits, even though I don't really show that as I am a seemingly lethargic girl to them all the time :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;My friends&lt;/b&gt;. I'd probably go crazy without them. I mean, there are just some things you can't say to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;You.&lt;/b&gt; You who might be leaving. Yes, you. Even if we've known each other for just a short time, you mean a lot. I swear. I really don't know why but you just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;You.&lt;/b&gt; You who is so awesome. You who I can talk to about anything because I know you won't hate me for my sentiments (And sometimes you agree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;And you&lt;/b&gt;. The person who is reading this right now. You mean a lot to me because I know I've given part of myself to you just because you read my blog :"-D Express some love in the tagboard, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5828213492409918872?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5828213492409918872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5828213492409918872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5828213492409918872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5828213492409918872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-six-five-people-who-mean-lot.html' title='Day Six: Five People Who Mean A Lot'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5324824494481778368</id><published>2010-08-28T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:37:06.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day meme'/><title type='text'>30 day meme. I will do this :-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 01 - Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 02 - Where you’d like to be in 10 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 03 - Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 04 - Your views on religion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 05 - A time you thought about ending your own life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 06 - Write 30 interesting facts about yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 07 - Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 08 - A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 09 - How you hope your future will be like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 10 - Discuss your first love and first kiss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 11 - Put your ipod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 12 - Bullet your whole day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 13 - Somewhere you’d like to move or visit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 14 - Your earliest memory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 15 - Your favorite tumblrs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 16 - Your views on mainstream music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 17 - Your highs and lows of this past year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 18 - Your beliefs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 19 - Disrespecting your parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 20 - How important you think education is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 21 - One of your favorite shows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 22 - How have you changed in the past 2 years?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 23 - Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous who you find attractive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 24 - Your favorite movie and what it’s about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 25 - Someone who fascinates you and why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 26 - What kind of person attracts you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 27 - A problem that you have had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 28 - Something that you miss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 29 - Goals for the next 30 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 30 - Your highs and lows of this month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I shall not quit on yet another meme once again. * O *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5324824494481778368?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5324824494481778368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5324824494481778368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5324824494481778368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5324824494481778368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-day-meme-i-will-do-this-o.html' title='30 day meme. I will do this :-O'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1786113230168850213</id><published>2010-08-28T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T05:47:13.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is thinking'/><title type='text'>Oo na.</title><content type='html'>I'm admitting that I am possesive. Well, it's not my fault I was the first D-: (Or one of the first) I'm just kind of annoyed that people only notice now and feeling ko parang I'm being robbed of my identity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, naturally, selosa at possesive ako. Paki niyo ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1786113230168850213?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1786113230168850213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1786113230168850213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1786113230168850213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1786113230168850213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/oo-na.html' title='Oo na.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-3272485601968784622</id><published>2010-08-27T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:13:20.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Five: Six Things You Wish You'd Never Done</title><content type='html'>...To be honest, I don't really regret much in my life. I know I'm starting to sound like Venus Raj here but meh, I'm really not the type to regret things, you know? (And I won't bother saying major major anymore. BAAH) I don't want to sound like some priss with a perfect life but I don't think we should spend our time lingering on things because I don't think we have all the time in the world to pause and try to redo things, and I don't think we have the ability to edit things either because our lives don't come with editing softwares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do regret one thing though. And my friends probably know it. And I still would very much like to change it because it's stupid. But meh, I think that really was supposed to happen so that I don't become stupid now :'-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, I don't really like hating what I've done because I know I wanted to do that at one point in my life :-D And life's much too short to waste your time on regret. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-3272485601968784622?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3272485601968784622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3272485601968784622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3272485601968784622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3272485601968784622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-five-six-things-you-wish-youd-never.html' title='Day Five: Six Things You Wish You&apos;d Never Done'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1161171263269829205</id><published>2010-08-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:12:51.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Four: Seven Things That Cross Your Mind A Lot</title><content type='html'>1. Being left alone.&lt;br /&gt;2. What if the world worked the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;3. Huhu. Beesh. BEESH. BEESH!&lt;br /&gt;4. What's gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;5. Will I ever succeed?&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't ruin your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;7. GAH STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Do I really need to elaborate? No? Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1161171263269829205?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1161171263269829205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1161171263269829205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1161171263269829205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1161171263269829205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-four-seven-things-that-cross-your.html' title='Day Four: Seven Things That Cross Your Mind A Lot'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5455954429769974241</id><published>2010-08-27T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:04:15.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April loves her friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is calm'/><title type='text'>Oh Fridays.</title><content type='html'>Was not able to bring camera to school today "orz I fail. :-(( Anyways, we're having the Buwan ng Wika Culminating Activity on Tuesday which means...Interbatch Songfest on Tuesday *instant panic* Also, it's gonna be my first time documenting a major event in school. I am scared because I am devoid of a telephoto lens :c Oh well. Before the year ends, I guess? Must keep on bugging parents about it xD I need it for GIFT since we're required to document all major events in school D-: The bright side of that though is, when we get our Photog IDs, we have a right to bring our cameras to school for no reason &amp;gt;8-D HEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so today, after Songfest Practice, I hung out at the Painting GIFT for a bit. 8-D Also, today I find out that Ghibli is getting bankrupt? :-(( I will cry if they close down :-(( Huhu. What will happen to all the epicness in this world? D-: So yeah, I got home at around 3 pm. I was planning to do the lab rep but I got too lazy and slept the whole afternoon instead (Huhu. I'm a bad student. :-( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, today, I discovered &lt;a href="http://riannagrows.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ri&lt;/a&gt; sounds a lot like Helga fangirling over Arnold when you make her smell mangoes when she doesn't have mangoes. HEHEHE. The mangoes they made me bring to school today were epically sweet :"&amp;gt; And when I woke up again (at around 6 pm from my nap) and ate dinner, we had mango drink as our drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THfORA8wT-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6NNXKiJusW4/s1600/IMG_7214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THfORA8wT-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6NNXKiJusW4/s320/IMG_7214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It kind of made my stomach hurt though :-( But nevertheless, it was really good. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THfRlpPNS0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yoQvRJNHADU/s1600/scan0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THfRlpPNS0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yoQvRJNHADU/s320/scan0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also scanned this picture of Justine! :3 I found this when I was browsing her baby album. :-)) I told her she still does the same face she did in this picture. AND SHE DID THE FACE! :3 HEHEHE. After a while, she told me she still had the picture in her file case and I asked for it so I could scan it. =)) And here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is a calm day. I am not hating. \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5455954429769974241?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5455954429769974241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5455954429769974241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5455954429769974241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5455954429769974241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-fridays.html' title='Oh Fridays.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THfORA8wT-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6NNXKiJusW4/s72-c/IMG_7214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-8995520878235569284</id><published>2010-08-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:00:42.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April likes food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Pencil phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THENOyk7kFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Q7FQkB36oTI/s1600/IMG_7210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THENOyk7kFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Q7FQkB36oTI/s320/IMG_7210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I sort of have a pencil phase going on right now. Mommy bought these pencils from Korea and gave them to me. &amp;nbsp;And she doesn't even know I'm undergoing a pencil phase! :"-D How cool is that? :-&amp;gt; I do wish for more magic pencils though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's the top of the pencil, by the way. :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THEOsdkEKEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/i4gtOjCZ9NM/s1600/IMG_7163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THEOsdkEKEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/i4gtOjCZ9NM/s320/IMG_7163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THEO_9XJYDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hvVSCPynxAg/s1600/IMG_7161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THEO_9XJYDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hvVSCPynxAg/s320/IMG_7161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My GIFT groupmates became salad paparazzi for a day 8-D Teehee ;-D Also the day I discovered that I'm not meant for food photography. So much OC-ness. D-:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THEPTA29csI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sMIRm07jVec/s1600/IMG_7192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THEPTA29csI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sMIRm07jVec/s320/IMG_7192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, on the way home, I took pictures of what I saw instead. I quite like this shot. Hallo jeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THERAPjvU2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YV_TRpv7jAs/s1600/IMG_7190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THERAPjvU2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YV_TRpv7jAs/s320/IMG_7190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh by the way, we saw a lizard posing on top of the car when we were about to get in. It took me a while to take a picture =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8995520878235569284?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8995520878235569284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8995520878235569284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8995520878235569284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8995520878235569284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/pencil-phase.html' title='Pencil phase'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/THENOyk7kFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Q7FQkB36oTI/s72-c/IMG_7210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-2879591760659518856</id><published>2010-08-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:33:06.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdfsdfsdfsdf'/><title type='text'>Blinded by happiness</title><content type='html'>I guess there are times when we get too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, those times when we forget about lots of things because we're just so happy... So free. You're in the company of other people so you tend to forget about things. Lots of things. And you don't really care anymore because you're preoccupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you finally get time to yourself, you remember those things that you forgot.&lt;br /&gt;And you check to see if you just momentarily forgot it but it was done or you just forgot it.&lt;br /&gt;And you see that they forget.&lt;br /&gt;And you just become sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You forgot to greet me on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Shallow, I know. After all the things you did while I was away. But it's just. . . Wow. You forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of kind of hate you, the type of hating that doesn't last very long.&lt;br /&gt;. . . Still hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2879591760659518856?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2879591760659518856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2879591760659518856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2879591760659518856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2879591760659518856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/blinded-by-happiness.html' title='Blinded by happiness'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1643393617032113084</id><published>2010-08-21T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:29:37.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLlercoasters 8D'/><title type='text'>Day Three: Eight Ways To Win Your Heart</title><content type='html'>1. Be extremely nice. Don't be a jerk. I swear, there is something with me and nice people.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thinking that ballet is not gay is a plus. But a hot ballet dancer is a definite plus plus! 8-D&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't be camera shy. * u *&lt;br /&gt;4. Constant hugging would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;5. I care for looks too, like most girls. Call me shallow but I know deep inside of all the girls out there, you do care for looks.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't be stupid. I swear, I hate stupid guys so don't be stupid. Boys with sensible ideas about stuff definitely catch my attention :-D But you could be occasionally stupid though; as in the cheesy kind of stupid. :-)) Humor's a plus for me :-D&lt;br /&gt;7. Spoil me with gifts. I am self-admittedly materialistic. I don't try to deny that.&lt;br /&gt;8. Respect me and the rest of the female race. I'm very feminist and believe in the power of girls. If you think that I should obey you just because you're a guy, I won't even bother talking to you because that's pretty Neanderthal-like. I like a guy who knows his place :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1643393617032113084?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1643393617032113084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1643393617032113084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1643393617032113084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1643393617032113084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-three-eight-ways-to-win-your-heart.html' title='Day Three: Eight Ways To Win Your Heart'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-7766790104170011318</id><published>2010-08-21T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:26:06.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day Two: Nine Things About Yourself</title><content type='html'>1. My name is April Dominique. April because I was born in the month of April and Dominique because in my native dialect, Sunday is Domingo (like in Spanish) and I was born on a Sunday, and Dominique is but a variation of "Domingo" =))&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm supposed to be doing my English essay right now but I'm finding all sorts of distractions because I can't concentrate on it. Oh well, at least I'm past 600 words...with articles "orz&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a sophomore and I have to take 13 subjects. Apparently, our president thinks that isn't enough and is contemplating on adding two more years to basic education. Well, all I have to say is, try going back to school now, PNoy :-( Maybe you should try doing this with the public schools, but please do not let it go into the private schools. You are overloading us with too much information.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have always loved siomai ever since I was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate irresponsible people who can't clean up after their mess.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate pimples and I'm starting to get them now. There's one little spot on my face and I hope that's it. :-( Iyakan naaaa.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate people who don't follow traffic rules. :-|&lt;br /&gt;8. On the other hand, I love eating but I don't like getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;9. I also like photography 8-D And writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-7766790104170011318?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7766790104170011318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=7766790104170011318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7766790104170011318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7766790104170011318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-two-nine-things-about-yourself.html' title='Day Two: Nine Things About Yourself'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4204723772569541810</id><published>2010-08-16T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:36:03.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April loves her friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Ten Things You Want To Say To Ten Different People Right Now</title><content type='html'>1. Ohmygod. If you only knew how much a lot of people hate you. And please, ugh. Stop trying to steal my spot in someone else's life you [insert random curse word here]...Yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm glad you [unconsciously] forgive me for my stupidity. Thank you so much. I'm hoping for less awkward conversations with you by the end of the year. It was probably fate...Or something.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't leave. Please.&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss you. (-: I really want to talk to you a lot again about lots of things. And I hope you talk to me about stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;5. OMG AWESOME SAUCE I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;6. You will grow and have a banana in your ear. And maybe, you're gonna be the one who's gonna turn into pandesal. IDK. LOLJK.&lt;br /&gt;7. It's alright. We've all got our fail moments in life. I know you're gonna dominate the world with your awesomeness (-:&lt;br /&gt;8. Hai you are awesome too. :-)) Even if I tell you that you fail sometimes, that's what makes you awesome.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hi self. You are such a narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;10. Guess who's birthday it is tomorrow! Heehee. ;-D I'm sorry for not getting you a gift yet )-:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4204723772569541810?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4204723772569541810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4204723772569541810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4204723772569541810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4204723772569541810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1-ten-things-you-want-to-say-to-ten.html' title='Day 1: Ten Things You Want To Say To Ten Different People Right Now'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1546719467946645875</id><published>2010-08-16T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:13:16.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day meme'/><title type='text'>Ten day meme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right&amp;nbsp;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day Ten: One confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I WILL DO THIS I WILL DO THIS I WILL DO THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just reminding myself. Starting now :-)&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/5531898442482705864-1546719467946645875?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1546719467946645875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1546719467946645875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1546719467946645875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1546719467946645875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/ten-day-meme.html' title='Ten day meme!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-150364399133831537</id><published>2010-08-15T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T06:16:17.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April loves her friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLlercoasters 8D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April likes pictures'/><title type='text'>Ate Nikki's debut :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs069.ash2/36835_1585289033385_1270547954_31698994_5989491_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs069.ash2/36835_1585289033385_1270547954_31698994_5989491_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ate Nikki's debut yesterday! :"-D It was fun, and the first ever debut I have attended...And the first function thingy that I've attended in...a long time. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs266.snc4/39626_1344273015434_1489500514_30760260_7272670_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs266.snc4/39626_1344273015434_1489500514_30760260_7272670_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also discovered that Pyao is a girl! JK. =)) I know she is but, you know xD It's nice to see her dress like this for a change because she actually looks like a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40646_1344273895456_1489500514_30760271_7141147_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40646_1344273895456_1489500514_30760271_7141147_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why Pyao is Bendita (among other things)! 8-D Pretty Yssa and Fia :"-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40646_1344274015459_1489500514_30760274_7534422_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40646_1344274015459_1489500514_30760274_7534422_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pictureeee! That's (from L-R) Nikki C., Justine, Fia We're missing Erka (who wasn't there yet) and Yssa (who took the picture) :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs126.ash2/39626_1344273335442_1489500514_30760268_2317640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs126.ash2/39626_1344273335442_1489500514_30760268_2317640_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fia's shoes are a killer. O-: They're really pretty though 8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40646_1344273975458_1489500514_30760273_3716135_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40646_1344273975458_1489500514_30760273_3716135_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most awkward hands ever. They just look so awkward there D-: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs286.snc4/40646_1344274135462_1489500514_30760277_7158523_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs286.snc4/40646_1344274135462_1489500514_30760277_7158523_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erka and Fia are pretty people from Greenwoods D-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs158.ash2/41219_1344275335492_1489500514_30760291_1737758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs158.ash2/41219_1344275335492_1489500514_30760291_1737758_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Nikki is on her fluffy chair! ([belated] Happy Birthday! [again]) Her dress was so prettyyyyy D-: And the hosts :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs193.snc4/37970_1344278935582_1489500514_30760338_89202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs193.snc4/37970_1344278935582_1489500514_30760338_89202_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sipped some of the Brain Hemmorhage. It tasted disgusting :c I am never trying out alcohol again. (Okay. Maybe I might take that back someday but as long as I am a minor and a high school student, I am NEVER EVER EVER DRINKING ALCOHOLIC DRINKS BECAUSE THEY TASTE DISGUSTING D-: (I take that back. The Screwdriver cocktail tasted good, even if it had some vodka in it. D-:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs193.snc4/37970_1344278735577_1489500514_30760333_1695585_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs193.snc4/37970_1344278735577_1489500514_30760333_1695585_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mean person took our souvenirs! D-8 I wanted to taste the chocolate pa naman. :-| UGHHH. Oh and the shoes I wore broke that time pa so the whole time I had to walk, it was so...AWKWARD :-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs246.snc4/39648_1344279255590_1489500514_30760344_1104705_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs246.snc4/39648_1344279255590_1489500514_30760344_1104705_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make everything right, here is a picture of Justine being mean. This is the Justine version. Before this year ends, there will be a Sir AHis version saying "No Miss Cruz you cannot haz a banana."! I will make sure of that 8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I can attend more of these sorts of things soon? 8-D Yiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from &lt;a href="http://silenthopes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yssa&lt;/a&gt;. My camera was being annoying. (Not my SLR, but my old little digicam. Must try to ask for a new little digicam soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-150364399133831537?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/150364399133831537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=150364399133831537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/150364399133831537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/150364399133831537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-ate-nikkis-debut-yesterday-d-it.html' title='Ate Nikki&apos;s debut :-D'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-817885980672347878</id><published>2010-08-14T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:03:32.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April loves Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><title type='text'>Broadway survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Name 10 of your favorite Broadway shows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Rent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Billy Elliot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Spring Awakening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hairspray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Avenue Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sweeney Todd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Legally Blonde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Bare (Off-Broadway though. Please consider. Come onnnn =))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Finian’s Rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Wicked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen these shows live? Sadly, I’ve only seen 2 of them live (Rent, Billy Elliot). .__. I was supposed to go watch Wicked too but we weren’t able to get tickets. (Sad life :-(()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your favorite song from show 2? It’s a battle between Electricity and The Letter and The Letter-Reprise. Too beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who’s your favorite character from show 4? Hmmm…Penny =)) I don’t know why but I do love her character XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your favorite scene from show 5? IF YOU WERE GAY SCENE IS MADE OF WIN AND EPICNESS. 8-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your favorite lyric from show 8?  You stand before me and I barely know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it so easy to leave? *tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From show 10, which character are you most like? This is hard. :-(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you quote every line from show 1? “There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times have you seen show 3? Was supposed to go see this too but didn’t have the time ))-: *crai*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could be anyone from show 6, who would it be? I’d love to play Mrs. Lovett. Her costumes are amazing * O *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your favorite song from show 7? “Positive” …Keep it positive as you slap her to the floor! Keep it positive as you pull her hair and call her whore! I’m sorry. It expresses what I feel towards a certain person too much D-:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your favorite quote from show 9? No definite favorite quote D-:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of all these shows, which one is your absolute favorite? FUUUUUU THIS IS HARD. Rent or Billy Elliot, I think ))-: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who’s the best Broadway actor? Anthony Rapp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who’s the best Broadway actress? It’s a battle between Lea Salonga, Kristin Chenoweth, Idina Menzel, Lea Michele, and a lot more people “orz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s the best musical they turned into a movie? I liked the adaptation of Rent and Hairspray (-: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a musical you DON’T like? Currently, none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so, which one? Why? …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think the movie versions are better, or the original Broadway shows? Live shows always get to your heart. They make you cry and laugh harder much more than the movie versions. I guess that’s the magic about Broadway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a Broadway geek :'-D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-817885980672347878?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/817885980672347878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=817885980672347878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/817885980672347878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/817885980672347878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/broadway-survey.html' title='Broadway survey.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5228860677177966557</id><published>2010-08-10T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:36:52.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>How To Be Alone By Tanya Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...If Miss Pike were our teacher, she'd have probably shown us this :'-D Miss Pike is the best English teacher; I must say. She is muchos awesome, so much more awesome than others. :'-D&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/5531898442482705864-5228860677177966557?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5228860677177966557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5228860677177966557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5228860677177966557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5228860677177966557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-be-alone-by-tanya-davis.html' title='How To Be Alone By Tanya Davis'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-3922011547529968111</id><published>2010-08-10T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:19:04.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much. :-D That got a lot off my mind. I liked today :-D&lt;div&gt;And ugh, why am I so...patient with you? It's weird. :-( And I feel so clingy. Gah. Why am I like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still scared of change, and losing you :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more months. I really don't want it to happen, coz I just might lose myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-3922011547529968111?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3922011547529968111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3922011547529968111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3922011547529968111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3922011547529968111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2750125140452810005</id><published>2010-08-07T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:09:37.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophomore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Geometry murders my brain.</title><content type='html'>I swear. I bet Aristotle hates me and is probably calling me an idiot right now, wherever he is. :-( I am just so dumb when it comes to Geometry! You know those times when you try so hard to listen but you just black out? That's exactly how I feel during Geom class :-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some of the things Geom does to play with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TF5U7oZlJkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4vq9sQbBmlA/s1600/IMG_7093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TF5U7oZlJkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4vq9sQbBmlA/s320/IMG_7093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502929178127050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got one worksheet to do with 10 items, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TF5XCHlwPaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/y3bmgXpTnAo/s1600/IMG_7097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TF5XCHlwPaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/y3bmgXpTnAo/s320/IMG_7097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502931488602078626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher just had to give us two mind-bleeding worksheets. Two freaking mind-bleeding worksheets. My mind is pretty much f---ed right now :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2750125140452810005?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2750125140452810005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2750125140452810005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2750125140452810005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2750125140452810005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/geometry-murders-my-brain.html' title='Geometry murders my brain.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TF5U7oZlJkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4vq9sQbBmlA/s72-c/IMG_7093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-118488618311031931</id><published>2010-08-01T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T06:22:22.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April is thinking'/><title type='text'>If you're afraid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, if you're really afraid that I'll come out hating you, don't be. Trust me, I don't think it's virtually possible for me to hold a grudge against you, because I am virtually incapable of holding long-term grudges. I sometimes think it's sad, especially for myself. I'd probably only hold a grudge when that person is extremely vile. And I know you're not that kind of person. Despite meeting you only recently (well, fairly), I've gotten to know you. And I know you're the type of person I can't hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I hate that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other times, I appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because at least now, I know that someone truly cares if they've hurt me or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it's not like I don't know if people care about me. I know they do. It's just that, thanks for saying that out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It totally got some negativity out of my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Kay back to homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-118488618311031931?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/118488618311031931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=118488618311031931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/118488618311031931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/118488618311031931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-youre-afraid.html' title='If you&apos;re afraid...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2084637400871849434</id><published>2010-08-01T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:43:30.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April likes pictures'/><title type='text'>Let's play some dress-up game.</title><content type='html'>So...tomorrow's the booth talk! I am overly stressed because of it and at the last minute, I'm gonna have to be a seller because our group will fail terribly if I don't become one D-8&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, here's a pic of what I'll probably be wearing for tomorrow 8-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please choose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TFVEzYyqqoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MqGaEdwHhfk/s320/IMG_6803.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500378169521908354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Black tube dress + fishnet stockings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TFVJyreX-FI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YCxnUimX-Xg/s320/IMG_6805.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500383654915340370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Black tube dress + gray stockings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be wearing black heels and a lolita hat plus black/white striped arm socks with that too xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partly excited and scared for Booth Talk! My twin soul/sponsor, the awesome &lt;a href="http://silenthopes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yssa Javier&lt;/a&gt; will be dressing up too :-&gt; Yiheeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ri says we're "tall people in a tiny kind of fashion". I had to laugh :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2084637400871849434?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2084637400871849434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2084637400871849434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2084637400871849434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2084637400871849434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-play-some-dress-up-game.html' title='Let&apos;s play some dress-up game.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TFVEzYyqqoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MqGaEdwHhfk/s72-c/IMG_6803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-2431109352497273093</id><published>2010-07-31T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T04:27:11.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignore plz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>There are times.</title><content type='html'>When I feel alone and empty and near complete desolation, there are times when I just really need to cling onto someone so that I get back to my old self again. And when that happens, it feels like time sort of stops for a bit. And when I compose myself, I am forced out into the chaotic phenomenon which is this world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could just get stuck there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Kay. Homework .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2431109352497273093?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2431109352497273093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2431109352497273093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2431109352497273093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2431109352497273093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-times.html' title='There are times.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-146183345802294053</id><published>2010-07-31T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T04:30:11.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophomore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TFP-IaId6jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AJu5tDCcLts/s1600/IMG_6791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TFP-IaId6jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AJu5tDCcLts/s320/IMG_6791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500018990356752946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked my weight today. I did not hit 60 kilograms! \:-D/ YAAAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did waste so much paper for the Booth Talk. I feel sorry for the trees. :-((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TFP_PupLFHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B_aRD0ntPNI/s320/IMG_6800.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500020215633351794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to do moe poses in front of the mirror a while ago (whyyy) as a test for decent-looking lolita-ness tomorrow. Thank god I look Asian! I thank my Japanese great grandfather (according to my aunts) for my Azn looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That picture was supposed to replace my obsolete dA icon but dA is mean and this file was more than 15 kb. (Or was it mb? I don't even know anymore "orz) Blurry picture is blurry. It's hard to take a picture with one hand okay! D-:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My instincts tell me I'm gonna end up being the seller despite my cracking voice for the booth talk just because I dressed up lolita-like. Oh wellz. As long as I get to take pictures, I'm good. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also thought it was already Sunday today. I fail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-146183345802294053?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/146183345802294053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=146183345802294053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/146183345802294053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/146183345802294053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/TFP-IaId6jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AJu5tDCcLts/s72-c/IMG_6791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-1551440524662025772</id><published>2010-07-30T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:58:36.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophomore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Goal for the year: Get over fear of animals.</title><content type='html'>I will try to get over my insane fear of touching animals with fur, or animals that move .__. I will try my best! D-:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh. And we found a cat that responds to sexy and it reminded me of Justine. At first, we were just gonna name it Justine but Ri ended up with calling it Sexy. So yeah. It became Sexy Justine Cat (WHUT o__o =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad. I didn't bring my camera to school today coz we didn't have GIFT so no pictures except what I "feasted on" for lunch, which was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6d2ndSHFI1qzq2sjo1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traditional flavored Chicharitos dipped in sukang pinakurat (cane vinegar) and lemonade! I have just found a new love because my brother was eating it for his dinner last night 8-D Sukang pinakurat, ohmygod. Despite your smellyness, you taste good with Chicharitos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booth Talk this Monday. Will be dressing up in lolita like clothes. Thank you Japanese great grandfather because at least I look a teeny bit Japanese/Azn without my glasses. Okay; it's not a teeny bit but yeah I do look very Asian without my glasses xD I'm still sad though, coz Vicky's not cosplaying as Italy despite how they look alike so much. :-(( Vicky breaks my heart, and everyone else's heart by not cosplaying :-((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Songfest on Tuesday! I hope I don't lose my voice before that. My throat hurts. Need Strepsils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh. And Dad's back :-D Do not want to go back to house house. No electricity = baaaad :-((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1551440524662025772?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1551440524662025772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1551440524662025772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1551440524662025772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1551440524662025772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/goal-for-year-get-over-fear-of-animals.html' title='Goal for the year: Get over fear of animals.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-535816766342987776</id><published>2010-07-26T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T04:53:04.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophomore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdfsdfsdfsdf'/><title type='text'>I am indefinitely tired.</title><content type='html'>I cannot simply define the level of my tiredness. Sophomore year is just so tiring. All I really want to do right now is flop down on my bed and not do anything. I have been lacking sleep for the past week and my mom has been complaining about my sleeping late. Well, it's not my fault I was given too much to do, eh .__.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am hating rude people who feels as if she belongs. I mean really. No one tells anyone that they suck straight to their faces. Truth be told, it's that person who sucks. And you don't need to talk as if you're in a marketplace. I may have glasses and be practically blind without them but I've got perfectly good ears, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, dude, I hope one day you'll realize that bringing people down will do nothing but hurt you too. You've got no right to tell people they suck when that field is not even of your forte.  You're one year younger and us and that is just plain rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try respect for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-535816766342987776?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/535816766342987776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=535816766342987776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/535816766342987776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/535816766342987776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-indefinitely-tired.html' title='I am indefinitely tired.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5537380250744603473</id><published>2010-07-24T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:31:09.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ggdoi0rgSjI"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ggdoi0rgSjI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rainbow Connection - Jason Mraz (cover)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing. It is 11:30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is Vimeo forever slow? D-: It makes me want to splurge on a Plus account to get all this waiting over with. Seriously, it takes me a whole day to find a video hosting site that will let me put up a video that is more than 10 minutes long :-|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5537380250744603473?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5537380250744603473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5537380250744603473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5537380250744603473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5537380250744603473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/rainbow-connection-jason-mraz-cover-it.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-926541829681782291</id><published>2010-07-24T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T03:31:51.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAChhKAk22I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAChhKAk22I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have just got to love this song. I cannot express my love for this. Too awesome for words D-: Going through a The Script phase. Who knew they had such amazing songs with such amazing lyrics? Well, at least I didn't know =)) I'm late, okay :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School drains me more this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we have a completely impossible English teacher who practices favoritism. Just because our class is more awesome [-( She is a jealous woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited for Linggo ng Wika songfest because I super love our song 8-D Will try to post a video if I can take a video xD But I'll be going on an epic rant while I transfer it to the computer xD Need to upgrade memory thingy for the computer. :-/ Or at least get a hard drive. And CDs for my GIFT stuff. GAHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-926541829681782291?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/926541829681782291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=926541829681782291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/926541829681782291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/926541829681782291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4230212478044118402</id><published>2010-07-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:26:52.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdfsdfsdfsdf'/><title type='text'>Insomniac again.</title><content type='html'>I have not yet started on my weekend homework. But thank goodness, we're not going out tomorrow! Only, this is costing me panicking and stuff :-/ Yeah. I just really can't find motivation to do my homework yet okay :-(( I am such a lazy person. :-(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. And for interest's sake, please comment/leave me a message on my tagboard so I know that people actually read this? :-)) I want to know :-)) Otherwise, I will take it that no one does xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4230212478044118402?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4230212478044118402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4230212478044118402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4230212478044118402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4230212478044118402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/insomniac-again.html' title='Insomniac again.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1451800079532991543</id><published>2010-07-16T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T04:27:38.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignore plz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophomore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdfsdfsdfsdf'/><title type='text'>07162010</title><content type='html'>I don't like how people break down right before the thing you're supposed to do. Can we please practice a little proffesionalism here and just put aside those breakdowns for now. Break down after, burn like a steady fire while you're doing it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hate how some people don't give at least 100% effort on stuff they do. I've learned from the unwritten theater rules of my ballet teacher to give 200% during practice so that you won't go below 100% on the show itself. I mean, really people. Try to be a bit more mature and stop bawling your eyes out just because you are so pissed and ticked off already right before you're supposed to do something, especially in performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're supposed to get a grip of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think you want to be an actress. Lots of people out there are much harsher you know. In the outside world, theater directors are much much more pressuring. Please learn to work under pressure :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, I don't even know anymore. .__. Thank the heavens I'm not stupid enough to put my name directly on this blog coz otherwise, I'd be dead right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1451800079532991543?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1451800079532991543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1451800079532991543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1451800079532991543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1451800079532991543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/07162010.html' title='07162010'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-3336074465334126311</id><published>2010-07-10T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:28:00.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>GAH BOREDOM.</title><content type='html'>01. If you were Superman and granted one more extra superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- The power to read minds. 8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Where's your perfect summer getaway?&lt;br /&gt;- In Indiana, where there is central airconditioning and the wind is cold. Or in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are you a big fan of croutons and dressing?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Who was the last person who personally baked you a batch of cookies?&lt;br /&gt;- No one :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Who's concert were you last been to?&lt;br /&gt;- I last went to Glee Live tour! It was so...AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. If you could give anyone a big, tight hug right now, who would be the first?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm...To be honest, Justine? Just because she's squishy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Are you currently obsessed with something (not someone)?&lt;br /&gt;- Peter, Bjorn and John- Young Folks. I just love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Have you read all of the Percy Jackson books?&lt;br /&gt;- YES. YES YES YES YES. I LOVE IT. Can't wait for the next installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Do you like cheek kisses?&lt;br /&gt;- They're alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which do you prefer; handwritten mail or e-Mail?&lt;br /&gt;- Handwritten mail is more special. But I prefer using email :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever seen a real life fight? As in all that punching, bone breaking, black-eye fights?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm. Nope. Don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A zombie apocalypse; what would be your best weapon?&lt;br /&gt;- A stick. *pokeeyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you always put your music player on shuffle?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeahhh. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you a too busy sometimes you consume about 1/2 of your free time?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhhh. IDK what you mean by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you call yourself a 'serious blogger'?&lt;br /&gt;- Not entirely serious. I mean, I get serious sometimes but you know. I don't get paid for any of this (sadly). Blogging's just a means of expressing myself, not for srsbzns thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What would your dream gadget as of this very second?&lt;br /&gt;- Laptop. Or a tripod. Or a new lens. Or a new phone. o-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How will you react if you got a 5-layer cake for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- THAT IS HUGE. I WILL NOT FINISH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you still drop by Multiply sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who makes you laugh a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- My friends :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't you just hate getting faint spells or anything of that sort?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's your favorite teen magazine of all time?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm. I don't read magazines much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you a self-conscious person, or just easy-going?&lt;br /&gt;- Easy-going with hints of being self-conscious. I try my best to keep calm, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you feel like shouting at the top of your lungs sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;- YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who's your dream man/woman?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm. How do I begin to explain this? Well, he has to be taller than me, rich, witty enough to keep up with me. Someone who's hot in my terms(haha). Someone who thinks ballet isn't gay. Someone who's willing to give me tons of gifts.  Someone who...BAH. Will elaborate on this on a future post when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ever broke an antique you got in serious trouble?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-3336074465334126311?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3336074465334126311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3336074465334126311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3336074465334126311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3336074465334126311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/gah-boredom.html' title='GAH BOREDOM.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-7752056658677878520</id><published>2010-07-10T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:16:30.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Insomniac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ugh. My life is pathetic. Instead of being either healthy or responsible, I resort to answering surveys that won't really do me any good. Hehe. I am a slave of the interwebz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just bold on what is true for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can speak some French. &lt;/b&gt;- Hello ballet o-: I've been dancing it since 3 years old and well, we use French words for our steps :-3 So yeah. I do now how to speak French, if you talk about ballet. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re always on AIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re quite the writer. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve wasted most of your life straightening your hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bzoink has changed your life in good ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You love New England. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Wicked” is a normal adjective in your vocabulary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People make fun of your accent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You drink a lot of water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re absolutely horrible at math. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your crush is older than you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were born in November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can be a real bitch sometimes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hate when people don’t text you back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You like to speak your mind. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re friends with someone you used to have a crush on. &lt;/b&gt;- I will not elaborate any longer :-|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You were born in the 90’s. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You shop at both Hot Topic and Aeropostale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your family is Catholic. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People think you’re shy. - more of snob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve moved to a different state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re closer with your online friends rather than your real-life friends. (some of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re pretty (im)mature. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You LOVE hockey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you like the Boston Bruins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’ve been to New York City and loved it. &lt;/b&gt;- Times Square is the best place in the universe 8-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’ve read (seen) the Twilight saga, but you’re not completely obsessed.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’ve had a pet hamster. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re secretly a ninja.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like eating at Wendy’s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hate eating at McDonalds and Burger King. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t give a shit about the new Apple iPad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You used to love Mickey Mouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re not rich at all, and you don’t care about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can speak fluent sarcasm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have brown eyes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You always have problems with the opposite sex in one way or another. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re just one nationality. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have an older brother. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You watch way too many YouTube videos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your best friends live in different states. (some of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like to scream random lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been shopping recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You actually enjoy playing video games. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kick ass at Rock Band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a Twitter. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You constantly tweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like the Jonas Brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People don’t find your crush to be attractive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your cell phone is always with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’ve taken a creative writing class. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don’t watch that much TV.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been to a summer day camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t like camping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’ve been told that you’re too nice. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You always apologize for pointless things. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re stubborn. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no musical talent whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been blocked on Facebook before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes, you’re paranoid that people are talking about you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You try not to get jealous but end up getting jealous anyway. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You panic when someone has a crush on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don’t find yourself attractive. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re always like “I HAVE TO SEE THAT MOVIE!” but then you never see it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confusion is what is keeping you from going after what you want. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You eat too much. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don’t have the willpower to go on a diet. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;World War II is one of the only parts of history that really interests you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have a short attention span. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You watch MTV all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t play any sports but you love watching them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know Rhode Island is actually a state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve lived in Rhode Island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hate the New York Yankees and you think they suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You think makeup is a pain in the ass. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You often swear too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been to a hockey game before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone is purposely avoiding you right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hate immature people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wear skinny jeans a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You like to blog. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You talk about your crush too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been to a Red Sox game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been to Boston before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like synth pop music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You hate gym class. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don’t mind being in high school. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don’t smoke and don’t plan on it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like a lot of not very famous bands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love your grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You often paint your nails black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hate females because they get catty for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You treat people like shit sometimes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re not sorry for treating a person like shit in the past.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-7752056658677878520?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7752056658677878520/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-6772479397698650174</id><published>2010-07-04T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T04:59:17.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='percy jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Day 1 - Your favorite PJO book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The Last Olympian, no doubt about it. It kept me up until midnight because the suspense killed me and made me an insomniac during summer. One of the best endings to a series, really. I applaud you, Rick Riordan. It wasn't too much of a cliffhanger or too much of a definite stop. It was a mix of both, and a very good mix at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;And the Percy and Annabeth thingy. OHMYGOD. I DIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;And I laughed like a loony during the Peanut Butter part =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 2 - Your least favorite PJO book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The beginning was a little bit too abrupt to start this book. It was kind of like, there was a huge gap between the ending of Sea of Monsters and the beginning of this book. It kind of lacked a sense of continuity and well, it's just not my favorite :-/ More of a so-so for me but I still devoured it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Day 3 - If you were a demigod, whose child would you be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This a hard one. :-/ I'd want to be either Athena's child because Athena seems really awesome. And it seems so cool to be a literal brain child. :-)) Also, I'd want Athena's children's smarts so yeah. I'd love to be a child of Athena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'd also actually like to be a child of Aphrodite too. For the sake of being pretty :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 4 - Your favorite male character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm having a hard time choosing between Percy, Luke, and Apollo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I like Percy because he can be so utterly stupid but at the same time, he is so cute. =)) And he seems so cool and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Luke. OMG Luke .__. It's more of a love-hate relationship, yeah? I mean, in the first four books, I kind of hated him because he could be so freaking... antagonistic. But, the 5th book was just. o__o OMG LUKE :-(( So yeah, I pretty much experience a love-hate relationship with his character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Apollo is a cute god. Or at least, I imagine him to be. He seems so cool and yeah 8-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Your favorite female character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Thalia Grace the pine tree. JK. But she really is one of my favorite characters! I mean, she's feminine but not, if you see my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Or Calypso. She seems like this really cool mystical type sort of character. And I sometimes feel like her. You know, isolated in an island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Your least favorite male character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;FUCKUKRONOS. Yeah. I pretty much hate him... And Gabe, Percy's step-dad from the first book. What bastards. D-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I don't like Ares either. Such a hateful person .__. Full of war and stuff; it gets to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Your least favorite female character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Hera. BITCHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - Logan Lerman or Jake Abel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'd have to say Logan Lerman because I think Jake Abel looks kind of psychotic; I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - Your opinion on Alexandra Daddario as Annabeth Chase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;WTF WERE THE PRODUCERS THINKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I mean, she's good but she was not my ideal Annabeth. I expected someone with the looks of AnnaSophia Robb! I mean, first of all...SHE'S NOT FREAKING BLONDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;What in the world were they thinking, trying to make this a [fail] Harry Potter-like movie? I mean, the book is gorgeous in its own essence so they could have adapted it without having to have expectations like Harry Potter and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And they could have looked at younger actors for all the parts. I mean, srsly. I was expecting an 11/12 year old to play the major characters! What fuckery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Day 10 - Your favorite scene in The Lightning Thief movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Day 11 - Your least favorite scene in The Lightning Thief movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - Your favorite part in The Lightning Thief book that wasn’t included in the movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - The Sea of Monsters movie: Yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - Your ideal movie cast&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - Your favorite quote from the series&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Your favorite Olympian (including Hades and Hestia)&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - Your favorite minor god&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - Your favorite Greek myth&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - Your favorite hero&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - Your favorite mythological creature&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - If you were stuck in an island forever with the condition that only one god could visit you, which god would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A scene from the books that made you happy/laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A scene from the books that made you sad/cry&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - Your favorite mortal&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - Your favorite prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - Your favorite ship&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - Best kiss&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - OMG! Moment aka. Best plot twist&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - Saddest character death&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - Demigods or vampires?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Will continue laterrr.&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/5531898442482705864-6772479397698650174?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6772479397698650174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=6772479397698650174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6772479397698650174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6772479397698650174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1-your-favorite-pjo-book-last.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4224250943514795046</id><published>2010-07-04T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T04:21:20.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='percy jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Percy Jackson 30 day challenge * u *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Day 1 - Your favorite PJO book&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Your least favorite PJO book&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - If you were a demigod, whose child would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Your favorite male character&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Your favorite female character&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Your least favorite male character&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Your least favorite female character&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - Logan Lerman or Jake Abel?&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - Your opinion on Alexandra Daddario as Annabeth Chase&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - Your favorite scene in The Lightning Thief movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - Your least favorite scene in The Lightning Thief movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - Your favorite part in The Lightning Thief book that wasn’t included in the movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - The Sea of Monsters movie: Yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - Your ideal movie cast&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - Your favorite quote from the series&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Your favorite Olympian (including Hades and Hestia)&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - Your favorite minor god&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - Your favorite Greek myth&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - Your favorite hero&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - Your favorite mythological creature&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - If you were stuck in an island forever with the condition that only one god could visit you, which god would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A scene from the books that made you happy/laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A scene from the books that made you sad/cry&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - Your favorite mortal&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - Your favorite prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - Your favorite ship&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - Best kiss&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - OMG! Moment aka. Best plot twist&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - Saddest character death&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - Demigods or vampires?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Will try to do this, but not continuously 8-D Coz I'm annoyingly busy :-((&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/5531898442482705864-4224250943514795046?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4224250943514795046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4224250943514795046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4224250943514795046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4224250943514795046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/percy-jackson-30-day-challenge-u.html' title='Percy Jackson 30 day challenge * u *'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-337649698385031890</id><published>2010-07-04T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T03:15:09.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdfsdfsdfsdf'/><title type='text'>Flibbering flib flab asklfjskladfj</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;div&gt;Thanks for making my vent machine ridiculously public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a big t(-__-t) for you~! I hope you enjoy it. It doesn't come out much, you know. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Blogger, for not being ridiculously public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-337649698385031890?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/337649698385031890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=337649698385031890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/337649698385031890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/337649698385031890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/flibbering-flib-flab-asklfjskladfj.html' title='Flibbering flib flab asklfjskladfj'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-7153157381385945813</id><published>2010-06-30T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T03:34:36.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdfsdfsdfsdf'/><title type='text'>RAGINGGGGG</title><content type='html'>Pwede bang huwag na maki-alam? OMG. May right naman kasi tayo to freedom of speech eh. Huwag na maging hater 8-D Tapos mali pa talaga yung tinututulan eh. WTF LANG.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUNGEENAHHHH MO LANG PLZ. I called it bullshit coz I don't like having quizzes about something that won't really save my life or something that I don't enjoy. :-| Baka ikaw yung gustong tawagan ko ng bullshit no? =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-7153157381385945813?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7153157381385945813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=7153157381385945813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7153157381385945813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7153157381385945813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/raginggggg.html' title='RAGINGGGGG'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5859180050932145252</id><published>2010-06-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:53:02.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><title type='text'>They Had It Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SWEAR TO GOD I WOULD HAVE DONE THIS ON STAGE IF I WERE STILL DOING BALLET =)) Well, probably. Ew. I would have been totally out of character and kinky and stuff D-: But I bet this would have been fun =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their costumes were really pretty :-( I missed out on a lot. But I don't really miss ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5859180050932145252?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5859180050932145252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5859180050932145252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5859180050932145252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5859180050932145252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-had-it-coming.html' title='They Had It Coming...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-9210600128079103244</id><published>2010-04-19T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:50:16.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-day blogger challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghibli movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayao miyazaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Four: Your favorite book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/3907521646_6af8481636_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/3907521646_6af8481636_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series is seriously getting into my system. It's so amazing! I am absolutely loving it so much that it made its way into one of my favorite books :3 I have a lot really but I just can't seem to think of others. I am craving for Book 2. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Five: Your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A heart's a heavy burden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Howl's Moving Castle&lt;/blockquote&gt;The quote just speaks to me making it one of my favorites D-:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-9210600128079103244?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9210600128079103244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=9210600128079103244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/9210600128079103244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/9210600128079103244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-four-your-favorite-book-percy.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-9176631056489939221</id><published>2010-04-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:28:59.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please ignore.</title><content type='html'>Reminder to self when I get to America:&lt;br /&gt;- Get pasalubong for the following people:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Justine&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oreo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Fia&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yssa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Belle&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mika&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Weese&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And whoever else still comes into mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're most likely going to New York, I hope we get to watch either of the following on Broadway:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wicked- Because it's awesome and I'm betting kuya wants to watch this too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Promises, Promises- KRISTIN CHENOWETH OHMYGOD&lt;br /&gt;3. American Idiot- JOHN GALLAGHER I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED 8-D&lt;br /&gt;But still partially sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-9176631056489939221?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9176631056489939221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=9176631056489939221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/9176631056489939221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/9176631056489939221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-ignore.html' title='Please ignore.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2324489472729056158</id><published>2010-04-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:45:54.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Sad.</title><content type='html'>You know what makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to just curl up in a ball and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll delay my blogger challenge for tomorrow. Going to squish two days in one post again. -___- I'm a lazy one. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2324489472729056158?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2324489472729056158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2324489472729056158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2324489472729056158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2324489472729056158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad.html' title='Sad.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-433177508434779954</id><published>2010-04-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:59:21.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>I want to hold your hand.</title><content type='html'>asfdfsadfsdafsdafsdafsf&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;SO SO SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;It's scaring me. I'm afraid of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to think about anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what's going to happen next. Please please please just let me stay happy. I hate myself for always doing these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts just thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;Still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Whyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-433177508434779954?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/433177508434779954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=433177508434779954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/433177508434779954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/433177508434779954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-hold-your-hand.html' title='I want to hold your hand.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1487309380233225485</id><published>2010-04-16T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:24:47.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-day blogger challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghibli movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayao miyazaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><title type='text'>Day 2 + Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Two: Your favorite movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/127321838_0654541da2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/127321838_0654541da2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely one of my favorites! It was the only one I could think of right now. I just love Hayao Miyazaki's movies! They're all so...beautiful *O* This one made me feel particularly good and bad about myself at the same time. And the score was amazing too! Also, I love Howl and Sophie as a pair :D And this is also where one of my favorite quotes comes from: "A heart's a heavy burden." This is what you call a superb animated movie. Spirited Away too :-D But I think I prefer Howl's Moving Castle by a little bit xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Three:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your favorite television program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4518022394_33718df89c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4518022394_33718df89c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a self-proclaimed gleek since May 2009, when they first showed the first peek at the first episode. Beat that, posers -___-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother introduced me to Glee last year since he knew that I absolutely loved the arts and my life somewhat revolves around it. I fell in love at first sight with the show ;u; It was so beautiful, and it still is. I also found out who Dianna Agron is and how awesome she truly is! And what's even more awesome is that we share the same birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Glee's about William McKinley High School's Glee Club and it pretty much portrays how the arts is underappreciated these days. It's a really lovely show if you're the type of person who likes the performing arts and they make fabulous reinditions of songs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they've also got a cast brimming with talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I forgot about Blogger challenge yesterday since I was out the whole day D-: Huhu enrollment. I'll probably mix some days together since I'm not so sure if I can use the internet daily since we're going to the US in a few days :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1487309380233225485?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1487309380233225485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1487309380233225485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1487309380233225485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1487309380233225485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-2-day-3.html' title='Day 2 + Day 3'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/127321838_0654541da2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-7190208664165664474</id><published>2010-04-15T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T06:13:01.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>I absolutely adore this song. D-: By the way, this is Yesterday by The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONXp-vpE9eU"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONXp-vpE9eU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get so kilig if I find a boy who sings like Paul McCartney D-: He is such a cutie D-: I just love this song ;u; If someone I break up with (in the future) will sing this song to me, and it would sound as beautiful as this, I'd immediately forgive him 'kay. I'm a sucker for songs like these D-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song I'd fall for is All My Loving by The Beatles D-: It's so cute, okay. D-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm revealing too much vital information to future suitors D-8 =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-7190208664165664474?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7190208664165664474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=7190208664165664474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7190208664165664474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7190208664165664474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8002363483815744611</id><published>2010-04-14T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:09:00.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-day blogger challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghibli movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayao miyazaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Your favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day One: Your favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mavdv0VqOZQ"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mavdv0VqOZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano Natsu He (One Summer's Day) - Joe Hisaishi - Theme from Spirited Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover of classical music, despite the fact that I belong to a generation of cheap rap music loving people. And I also have to say, Joe Hisaishi is a genius and I just adore his music! If it's not this, then I must say I also like the theme from Howl's Moving Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you tell that I just adore music from Ghibli movies? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to learn how to play an instrument since I first fell in love with classical music because of ballet. But, ballet always seemed to get in the way of things and I was never given the opportunity to learn how to play. Otherwise, I'd know how to compose songs right now since I seem to have an odd hidden talent (which I myself did not know about until I was forced to make a zarzuela, which is like a Filipino musical) to write song lyrics. I just need someone who's good at coming up with melody and yeah. It would sound decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I guess it's a bit too late for me to learn now. Or is it? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8002363483815744611?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8002363483815744611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8002363483815744611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8002363483815744611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8002363483815744611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-1-your-favorite-song.html' title='Day 1: Your favorite song'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2385552670025076397</id><published>2010-04-14T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:23:31.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-day blogger challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><title type='text'>Blogger Challenge!</title><content type='html'>So, originally, this was made for Tumblr. But seeing the recent growth in number of Tumblr users, I decided to do it here because I feel so much more comfortable doing it here. You see, I only post stuff I'm willing to publicly share to people there and well, Blogger's more personal for me, okay :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Day 01 — Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 02 — Your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 03 — Your favorite television program&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 04 — Your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 05 — Your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 09 — A photo you took&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 13 — A fictional book&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 14 — A non-fictional book&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 15 — A fanfic&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 19 — A talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 20 — A hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 21 — A recipe&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 22 — A website&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 23 — A YouTube video&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 25 — Your day, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 26 — Your week, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 27 — This month, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 28 — This year, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;  * Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2385552670025076397?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2385552670025076397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2385552670025076397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2385552670025076397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2385552670025076397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogger-challenge.html' title='Blogger Challenge!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4925012915436623508</id><published>2010-04-13T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:46:10.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gleeky.tumblr.com/post/517333609/hello-lea-michele-and-jon-groff-full-version"&gt;Hello -Lea Michele + Jonathan Groff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say, I love their reindition of this. TTuTT It's so amazingly beautiful :3 The first time I heard it, I almost cried because it's just so so so...beautiful. Glee is showing in the US now OAO I live in the Philippines so I still have to wait for 1 pm and it's currently 10:30. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this too, but I never thought that Glee would become this big! Last May, when they were still showing previews, my brother introduced me to this and I was like, "dkfjskfjsfdsjdjfj SO AWESOME." I was practically the only one who knew about this in school and when I mentioned Glee to them, they'd be like, "What's that?" with a straight face. Now, they're like, "OMGILOVEGLEE. I'M LIKE A REALLY HUGE FAN!" I really hate it when this happens -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I am getting hooked on the Percy Jackson and The Olympians series! IT IS LIKE, A PIECE OF GENIUS D-: It's just so awesome. A must-read. :-( Now, if only I could convince my parents to get me a whole set for my birthday, which is in 16 days :3 I wouldn't mind getting another copy of The Lightning Thief because my brother, being the evolved soccer jock he is, folded the fucking awesome cover D-: I almost cried and gave him the evilest stare I could muster. I need a really thick book to read for my US trip. I just can't survive summer without giving my brain cells some sort of boost *O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do any of you have any books you recommend or animes you want me to watch? :3 I'm in need of some right now *O*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4925012915436623508?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4925012915436623508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4925012915436623508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4925012915436623508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4925012915436623508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1240435018967802203</id><published>2010-04-12T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:00:50.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphorical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Drugged.</title><content type='html'>I have realized that I have evolved into an uncaring, selfish monster who enjoys watching anime and has no life over the years. I've been afraid of taking chances ever since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like everything in the world has numbed me. Never have I been so afraid. Boredom must be some sort of anesthetic or something. I feel powerful, but my memories limit me from saying things that I really want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being thwarted by a puzzle. (No, it's not metaphysical. I'm not Tom Collins from Rent, sorry. You've reached the wrong person.) I'm getting kind of sick with all these restrictions. I want to say something to someone...ANYONE. But I know, it will get me into trouble and will snip the thread I've been trying to protect ever since I've realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have a brain, or a heart.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd feel much lighter.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I were a witch, who could give up something really important to be really powerful without dying. (Like Howl, only he's a wizard.) I'd give up my heart, or rather that part of my brain that controls my emotions. (Something gland. I'm bad at remembering things, sorry. I fell asleep a lot during Biology class when everything just confused me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAY, I'm loving Durarara!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Shinra is a cutie T__T&lt;br /&gt;...And I might cosplay Celty if I feel like it and have the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1240435018967802203?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1240435018967802203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1240435018967802203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1240435018967802203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1240435018967802203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/drugged.html' title='Drugged.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8943304349265864880</id><published>2010-04-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:02:24.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I hate ballet, I also find it very useful. It kept me in shape. And at the same time, I guess it was my way of getting away from the business of life...a stress reliever of sorts. You see, I used to have class with no aircon and just the gentle breeze of the air quenching my thirst for coldness. And, that really made me forget all my problems because I knew I just had to forget all the shit that's happened to me and dance, and lose myself. When it was my time to go perform in that little studio, be it a combination of sorts, I just...lose myself. I wouldn't remember anything except the words, "Did I make a mistake?" or the combination as dictated by my teacher.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of miss those moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to teach myself my own class. I just need my space and I'm good. I'll lose myself in the music and the steps that go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. I guess time really does force you to love something you used to and still hate in a sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8943304349265864880?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8943304349265864880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8943304349265864880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8943304349265864880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8943304349265864880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-much-as-i-hate-ballet-i-also-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8341660085474000571</id><published>2010-03-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:03:15.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchanted kingdom'/><title type='text'>Enchanted Kingdom</title><content type='html'>We went to EK yesterday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at McDo earlier than expected since Justine told me to wait for her. I got there earlier -___- And she was worried I'd be late :)) Anyway, here's her new haircut! o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S62j--gwvsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ALfBrYVUsws/s1600/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S62j--gwvsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ALfBrYVUsws/s320/DSC03625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453195026143166146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes her look like a guy, I know D: But at some angles, she looks very mature all of a sudden :)) It started to drizzle after a while but it never got stronger :)) Nikki came after a while :D Then Fia came too~! We waited for Oreo for quite a bit since she said she was still in her dad's plant. Being the literal people we are, we were like, "WHAT PLANT." She arrived a few minutes after anyway and bought her a hot fudge sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were pretty much on our way to EK. We ate at King Bee. Lots of Chinese food wows me 8-D It puts me on happy mode *u* After, we left and saw pigs that were about to be slaughtered on the way to EK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we arrive at EK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S62prgOqoJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Du0hHy1HyHU/s1600/DSC03626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S62prgOqoJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Du0hHy1HyHU/s320/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453201288666456210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI THAR ICONIC FERRIS WHEEL ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode the Flying Fiesta first. "Please hold on to the safety baaar" is all I can say about this =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rialto. There was Speedracer. Pretty boring actually. I preferred the Spongebob one before D-8 I actually felt more motion on my DS. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Anchors Away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S62uKDwJL4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1aA1Q8PyfGs/s1600/DSC03645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S62uKDwJL4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1aA1Q8PyfGs/s320/DSC03645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453206211644698498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best but not the best. =)) While we were waiting in line, there was this guy who rode before us and he did epic things on the Anchors Away. ^:)^ Anyway, we were able to sit at the edge \m/ It did "wonders" to our stomachs =)) But it was fuuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the others went on the Jungle Log Jam. I didn't because I didn't want to. D-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, they dried up and we waited for Rio Grande to open at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing with that DDR + Dance Mania in one thingy at the arcade, we went to Rio Grande. Originally, I wasn't supposed to go but it was calling me, I swear. :c =)) I was supposed to be showered by the falls but luck was with me yesterday and I didn't get hit by anything major \:D/ Just when I thought I was going to get away dry-ish, I was hit by something that totally messed up my shorts. I squealed even if strangers were with us =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an epically long time changing in the washroom after that. And that is why I don't like going to amusement parks when I have my period :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing, I recovered the lost half of my life by riding the Space Shuttle Max \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S630BPIsBbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nYq4RupssW4/s1600/DSC03644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S630BPIsBbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nYq4RupssW4/s320/DSC03644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453283025895556530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS TOO AWESOME FOR WORDS 8-D I really love it ♥ It's one of the most amazing rides EVERRRR 8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of chilling, we rode the Ferris Wheel but we passed by the Swan Lake before that. I swear it is the most terrifying ride ever. Thank god we didn't ride it ^__^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S6326oBVfuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8aQ9pRvJxIs/s1600/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S6326oBVfuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8aQ9pRvJxIs/s320/DSC03643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453286210851405538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the Swan Lake/paddle boats in general are one of the most terrifying rides everrr. o__o You can get me on the most extreme rides, rollercoasters and whatnot but just not paddle boats. I have this everlasting fear of getting stuck in the middle and not being able to get back to sweet land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S634OH4ylfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XvUW119FGBg/s1600/DSC03635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S634OH4ylfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XvUW119FGBg/s320/DSC03635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453287645334640114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we rode the ferris wheel :)) We first had the urge to pee but it disappeared after a while =)) It was really funny. Fia didn't ride with us though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the arcade to finish up the tokens we had. Afterwards, we rode on the carousel. :D Oreo wanted the tall horse so she could feel tall =)) Oh chibi, we love you 8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sort-of epic photoshoot at the place in front of the fountain. 'Twas funny :)) Oreo suggested carrying me. They did at some point but...HAHA. NOPICTUREPLZ \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we all said goodbye to each other. :( It's going to be a while until I see all of them again D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH. AND CALLING YSSA, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. St. James Theater West 45th Street. YES, I'M A FANGIRL/STALKER. It's for my happiness Yssa D: You will see Johnny Gallagher, therefore you must get me his autograph + a picture...(Please? [-o&lt; I love you :(() OH WHY AREN'T WE GOING TO NEW YORK. FUUUUU JOHNNY GALLAGHER :(( Please go to Chicago T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8341660085474000571?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8341660085474000571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8341660085474000571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8341660085474000571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8341660085474000571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/enchanted-kingdom.html' title='Enchanted Kingdom'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S62j--gwvsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ALfBrYVUsws/s72-c/DSC03625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-7345979334800701604</id><published>2010-03-24T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:04:22.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghibli movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayao miyazaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlxraNmZFR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlxraNmZFR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say...Howl's Moving Castle has earned its title of "Favorite Ghibli movie" in my book. Yes, it's that amazing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the HowlxSophie tandem. It's very hard to convince me to love a pairing nowadays but the chemistry of both characters was just too great to not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made me like this was the brilliant score up there. Joe Hisaishi deserves an Oscar! His music is breathtaking and it syncs with the movie beautifully. It makes the movie very memorable therefore I think he must win an Oscar D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be giving out a summary since I might as well spoil you :)) But if you plan to watch this sometime soon, I assure you of time not wasted. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-7345979334800701604?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7345979334800701604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=7345979334800701604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7345979334800701604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7345979334800701604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2305823448008502555</id><published>2010-03-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:05:29.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignore plz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphorical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Bitter not sweet</title><content type='html'>I can't fully express how happy I am :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me such a long time to live life as if I'm on the edge of a roof. It's been such a long time because I've gotten terribly hurt when I jumped off that roof before. But now, it's as if I don't care about the chances I'm taking. I know people come and go in your life but I just want to experience this again, the feeling of your legs dangling, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I know not to take chances and get hurt anymore because I will miss this feeling when I get hurt and it's going to take me a long time to climb up to the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL EMO POST PLZ. D-8 Ignore ignore ignore for your own good :-bd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2305823448008502555?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2305823448008502555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2305823448008502555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2305823448008502555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2305823448008502555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitter-not-sweet.html' title='Bitter not sweet'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-4196213696475433635</id><published>2010-03-20T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:06:30.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one five'/><title type='text'>First day of summer! (:</title><content type='html'>Here is how I spent my last day as a Freshman.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived in school, feeling like it wasn't last day at all. Then during morning rites, I realized that I forgot my clearance. Total "Doh!" moment. Good thing that I brought my phone with me yesterday so I immediately called my yaya to bring it over to school. She got kind of pissed at me but she brought it to school anyway. I asked Ms. C if I could run downstairs to get my clearance from my yaya because I knew that she was there already because she was getting kind of pissed at me on the phone when I told her that I wasn't going down until 12. LOL. But I'm pretty glad that that was all over with *O*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First last day that made me cry everrrr. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or did I cry last year too? I don't really remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I cried. :-( I won't deny that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will definitely miss OneFive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the first days when I sat nearby the window and absorbed the cool June/July air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss lending answers =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the times when I leaned on the wall because I sat right beside it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss mocking everyone with my height, especially Oreo who is a cookie who is made of awesome =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss making fun of "it" and loathing that thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss going around with Fia during dismissal \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss getting siomai with rice and iced tea every time Mom gave me baon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss Creative Writing and my awesome CW teacher, Ms. Matias \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss annoying Justine with my presence :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss Obligatory Feeding from Ri =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss claiming that Pedo Bear is my father and that Ri &gt; Pedo Bear in terms of being pedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss asking Anna to carry me because she is one of the few people who could. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the last days of Freshman year, when we would get pissed at the sun, parang feeling vampires eh. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss standing in front of the aircon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss having Sam as a seatmate for Algeb. Mrs. Villanueva too :) Even if this hasn't been my best year when we talk about Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss our awesome adviser, Ms. Castanar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss not being able to control my hand from slapping Feesh. xD I'm sorry, but this is just the way I am and do know that I still love you, feesh D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss crying about things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And laughing about things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trying to make things a little bit livelier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I know this wasn't the best year. But I will miss a lot of things :) I'm half-happy and half-sad that SY 09-10 is over. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-4196213696475433635?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4196213696475433635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=4196213696475433635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4196213696475433635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/4196213696475433635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First day of summer! (:'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5513224803750325319</id><published>2010-03-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:07:02.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anticipation'/><title type='text'>Terribly Excited for Summer :)</title><content type='html'>REVIEWING IS A PAIN. T___T&lt;div&gt;I can't believe there's only 2 more days to go. I will miss the moments of randomness. But I would like to get away from...THAT. O__O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping I can go to Yssa's on Friday for the movie marathon *u* HEEHEE. Then the Friday after that is EK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5513224803750325319?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5513224803750325319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5513224803750325319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5513224803750325319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5513224803750325319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/terribly-excited-for-summer.html' title='Terribly Excited for Summer :)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-8757045314005149666</id><published>2010-03-16T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:07:35.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study mode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anticipation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S59ZU66ofiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yezvy4fr9PQ/s1600-h/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S59ZU66ofiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yezvy4fr9PQ/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449172290089025058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- This is how my bed currently looks like. D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it's the start of our finals tomorrow, I've been studying for pretty much the whole afternoon. D-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's making me sleepy so I took a little break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZOOM IN PLZ:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoomed in version of my stuff *O* As you can see, I'm a very messy person XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S59ZVT47KTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/goKfTp7Eduo/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S59ZVT47KTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/goKfTp7Eduo/s320/IMG_3180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449172296792746290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of Academics today. Kind of sad. Ms. Arceo said that they already have the results for the MSEP students for next year. Hopefully, I'm in that list. I can't get out of MSEP. I'll be lost in the sea of wildness in non-pullout rooms. I'm sorry. I just haven't been in one recently and seeing the current conditions of my batch, I would still love to be in MSEP. :-|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8757045314005149666?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8757045314005149666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8757045314005149666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8757045314005149666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8757045314005149666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-how-my-bed-currently-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S59ZU66ofiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yezvy4fr9PQ/s72-c/IMG_3179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-8017690392714315644</id><published>2010-03-13T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:08:16.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>The Red Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTPODHgRScI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTPODHgRScI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Shoes is one of the few local movies that actually gets me interested. It looks very promising and I really want to watch it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually discovered this movie by randomly looking at the random movie posters SM puts nearby the escalators. I saw the poster and it kind of piqued my interest because there was this thing that was written on the poster and it took me a while to read it since it was small :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also liking the music. XD Really want to watch this. I think that if I tell my mom that I want to watch this film, she will stare at me weirdly since I'm not the type who watches local movies often like the typical Filipino teenager. And she'll agree to it since she likes watching love stories and usually doesn't have someone to watch with :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-8017690392714315644?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8017690392714315644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=8017690392714315644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8017690392714315644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/8017690392714315644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-shoes.html' title='The Red Shoes'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-484601006246971962</id><published>2010-03-12T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:09:10.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one five'/><title type='text'>I need to say this.</title><content type='html'>If I don't pass for next year, I will try again for the last time but it won't even be a try. I will rip that shitty test into tiny pieces and throw it out of the window. Now, who wants to try that with me?! \m/ I might also go rip the pages that egotistical bitch did when we receive next year's issue. -___- I FUCKING HATE HER, I SWEAR -___- Just because you passed doesn't mean you already have bragging rights. FOR GOODNESS SAKE, bragging is not good. Makakarma ka rin.  t(= =t)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this day was pretty LULZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ms. Miguel is the sweetest CL teacher ever :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-484601006246971962?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/484601006246971962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=484601006246971962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/484601006246971962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/484601006246971962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-to-say-this.html' title='I need to say this.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2805650781463244949</id><published>2010-03-11T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:09:59.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphorical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Sulking.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I consider giving up things that I'm passionate about. But I end up crying about it because it has become such a huge part of my life and continue doing it...even if I know I suck. I was even determined at one point to pursue it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told better things will come to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But truth be told, not everyone is fortunate. And I don't think I'm fortunate. And talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so very cold today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercising your tear ducts is stressful on both your eyes and throat. It makes you feel cold too. It's such a bittersweet thing. It makes things clearer but it still hurts me all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish life would be like a hot air balloon from now on, which has nowhere to go but up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, I've discovered how alone I am in this world and how everyone is today. I was truly isolated from everyone after I got the news. I just seemed to be in sync with them but I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2805650781463244949?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2805650781463244949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2805650781463244949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2805650781463244949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2805650781463244949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/sulking.html' title='Sulking.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5649076349346356928</id><published>2010-03-05T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:10:31.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Things.</title><content type='html'>Some random things about me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am actually related to one of my friends (Ysabella Javier) but we're very distant relatives. So if you say we look alike, you're awesome at being able to see that =)) Apparently, we look like twins from behind when we both bun our hair. XD We've been close friends since 5th grade but we only found out we were related at around some time last year or the year before last year XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ever since I was a kid, people say I look like someone who came out of an Asian horror film. XD I have to agree. With my straight dark hair and somewhat chinky eyes, I could pass off as an Asian horror film star 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. This may sound geeky, but I do love history...very much. :-) I have never ever found it boring and I find it strange how people say it's so boring and it's useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I like neat things but I usually make my stuff messy. Oh yes, the irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Contrary to the popularity of bangs in the present time, I don't have bangs. Though I have thought of getting bangs, I never did because it would seem like I am the usual teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I keep a journal. However, school keeps me away from it D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of things more to come :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5649076349346356928?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5649076349346356928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5649076349346356928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5649076349346356928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5649076349346356928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-things.html' title='Random Things.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1431521574847888275</id><published>2010-02-28T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:11:36.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john gallagher jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>The school year is about to end o_o Wow. o.o&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it is now the time of having sh*tloads of stuff to do. -___- I am in need of a break. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm really excited for America! 8D I can't wait to go there. ^__^ I'll be celebrating my birthday there and I hope it will be awesome :( I won't be able to reach Finian's Rainbow though :( I want to watch it! It looks awesome! I'm liking Old Devil Moon and If This Isn't Love. I super love the choreography for If This Isn't Love ^__^ It's...bewitching :D I wish I could watch but it's going to be closing soon :-( Oh well. I'll be in America in time for American Idiot. 8D 8D 8D I want to watch because of John Gallagher, Jr., who is one of my ultimate Broadway crushes =)) I would DIE if I saw him. ^__^ He will always and forever be the awesome! Or we might watch Wicked :D :D :D I'd want this too but I think I'd want to watch American Idiot more because of John Gallagher, Jr. 8D 8D 8D 8DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I have an anekdota to finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Old Devil Moon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVOlGqJSwno&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVOlGqJSwno&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is If This Isn't Love. Awesome choreography, eh? :&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABVLhu2bPxo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABVLhu2bPxo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1431521574847888275?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1431521574847888275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1431521574847888275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1431521574847888275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1431521574847888275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2692300640531955971</id><published>2010-02-19T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:12:54.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mockery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing I discovered about Oreo chibi today: She cannot do the "rrrrr" sound =)) It's really funny. I have now another way of mocking her &gt;8D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposedly, I'm supposed to be doing the script of our comic but as you can see, I am currently slacking off due to eyes dropping and my brain floating in the middle of nowhere. So yeah, I really can't think that much right now. Moo. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got picked up at around 6:45 today. Boo :( But at least mom repaid me with McDo \:D/ Got a piece of chicken and a sundae :-| But I'm still mad at her for her insane paranoia which pretty much drives everyone in our family nuts. I mean, I was supposed to be picked up at 4 but nooooo, she just had to be all paranoid about not being able to go home right away. So I kind of waited for 2 hours in school. The first hour was pretty bearable since Fia was there so I had someone to talk to. But the second hour was...UGH. I really hate my mom 8-|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visa interview next Thursday @u@ And I also have to be finished with the script somehow by Thursday too so yeah, I can't be absent na lang. "orz UGHHH. I wanted to be absent pa naman. :-( I'll be really late though :-)) Like, I'll only be able to attend my last two subjects :-" I just really need to be at GIFT :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH. Comic scripting is tiring, desu. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2692300640531955971?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2692300640531955971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2692300640531955971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2692300640531955971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2692300640531955971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-thing-i-discovered-about-oreo-chibi.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5410492384316322390</id><published>2010-02-14T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:13:44.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>No way.</title><content type='html'>I know it's not wrong to cry, but I think crying gives me a better look at things. I feel the need to detach myself for a bit. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I watched Rent with Yssa last night :&gt; So awesome! 8D MOO WITH ME please. :) We were so close to the stage though O__O WAAAAH. O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5410492384316322390?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5410492384316322390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5410492384316322390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5410492384316322390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5410492384316322390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-way.html' title='No way.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-2637363914506473904</id><published>2010-02-06T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:17:26.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><title type='text'>Wishes. :)</title><content type='html'>I want a curling iron ;__; But one costs around 800 pesos ;o; WANT WANT WANT :(( But I think I'm asking so much money already from my parents TAT I mean, I asked for 1700 for Orch. Center tickets for Rent and I'm asking a useless 400 pesos again for those stupid Fusion tickets 8-| Sorry, but I don't like going to Variety Shows during our fairs since they're always late and I like sleeping plz -__- And they just had to give us 2 effing tickets ;__; WTH. I'd rather use that 400 + another 400 to buy myself a curling iron :((&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, I got my hair trimmed :) Yay! But I still want a curling iron ;A; Rent is next Sunday already. OHMYGOD. 8DDD And the SDs will be back on Monday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is still a board that I need to do. Publicity for TWIAA, help is needed ;__; And where can you print pictures that will be exhibited? And how? o-: And how do you make a board? T__T MY GOOOOD :(( *cries* Ms. Pike, why? T____TThis is even more expenses. :(( I think Mom will find it good that they want to use my pictures for an Academic exhibit...But but but, MONIES ;__; I also think that mom would have wanted to watch the "Ako Si Ninoy" thingy they told us about at school but...UGH money. :(( And she was already telling me about how expensive our visa applications were. And it kind of made me guilty T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my mom raised me to think over my purchases wisely so that's why I'm typing these now :( I'm kind of sad but I'm happy :) I wish we were richer :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-2637363914506473904?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2637363914506473904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=2637363914506473904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2637363914506473904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/2637363914506473904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishes.html' title='Wishes. :)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-1332819653122244578</id><published>2010-02-05T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:18:10.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>This week.</title><content type='html'>I felt so lonely this week :( It was so boring. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT YESTERDAY WAS DAMN AWESOME 8D We had our Talentfest yesterday~ I guess it was pretty awesome 8D I got to be in civilian the whole day. Wee~ I got too lazy to change afterwards na kasi :)) I just changed my shirt since turtlenecks are so hot T__T Beatnik 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HMMM... I don't know what else to say. It was pretty much uneventful :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1332819653122244578?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1332819653122244578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1332819653122244578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1332819653122244578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1332819653122244578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-week.html' title='This week.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-7908451588887884764</id><published>2010-01-30T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:21:07.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>I hate you, please.</title><content type='html'>Can't you see that no one likes you? YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK. :-| t(= =t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am spending my time doing useless shit instead of things for school. OH NOES. I can always opt to cram anyway. :)) WHATEVER. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 DAYS 'TIL VALENTINE'S DAY = 14 DAYS 'TIL RENT! 8D 8D 8D Yaaaay =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense that there is loneliness to come for this week -__- HUHU. :(( The SDs are gonna be out kasi so I'll only have Oreo to be alone with D-8&lt; This sucks T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed yet not-so for some reason XD Whatever. I'm not really making any sense here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-7908451588887884764?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7908451588887884764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=7908451588887884764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7908451588887884764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/7908451588887884764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-you-please.html' title='I hate you, please.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-5825100724783921015</id><published>2010-01-28T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:23:00.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><title type='text'>Hi God. Please hear my prayer.</title><content type='html'>NYU NYU NYU NYU :(( It is my dream school. God, please let me get in it when the time comes. I hope it's meant to be for me :( I really love the school and I love the city but I can't seem to decide on a course. Oh well, I still have 3 years but God, please lang [-o&lt; *begs on knees and cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I will study more. I'll join lots of extracurricular stuff. I PROMISE NOT TO BE LAZY ANYMORE. I will study there someday. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please let my parents have the money to support me studying there :( This is one of the very few things I feel strongly about. So, please God :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-5825100724783921015?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5825100724783921015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=5825100724783921015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5825100724783921015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/5825100724783921015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-god-please-hear-my-prayer.html' title='Hi God. Please hear my prayer.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-6164666986396244882</id><published>2010-01-23T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:24:32.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S1uzzDb74qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6s9ulg_zdlQ/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430131465402442402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- I will be wearing that for our PAD tomorrow :-) What do you think? Bahhh...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAD tomorrow = half-day \:D/ Also, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time, I haven't done my lab report on a weekend! O__O This is the result of having no bond paper = = GAH. I hope my mom remembers to buy me some short bond paper because I've already ran out :-(( I need to make a letter for permission for my camera again, which is why I also need short bond paper TTATT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S1u1Wx5xAWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bV2kvprioNU/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430133178682638690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;-- This is me wearing what I'm going to wear for PAD. What do you think? D: Should I wear a headband of some sort or what?! O___O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dress came from Indonesia or somewhere o.o Shoes are borrowed from my mom. Necklace is borrowed from my mom. Bracelet is a souveneir from Turkey! :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-6164666986396244882?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6164666986396244882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=6164666986396244882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6164666986396244882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6164666986396244882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-be-wearing-that-for-our-pad.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cg3mwWqY_I/S1uzzDb74qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6s9ulg_zdlQ/s72-c/IMG_2144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531898442482705864.post-1915948894613106140</id><published>2010-01-17T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:25:56.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghibli movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayao miyazaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><title type='text'>PONYO :3</title><content type='html'>Cutest thing in the world =3= I want a goldfish!Ponyo plushie! *u*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...School tomorrow. EWWWW. Do not want D-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-1915948894613106140?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1915948894613106140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=1915948894613106140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1915948894613106140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/1915948894613106140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/ponyo-3.html' title='PONYO :3'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-6534052508486224900</id><published>2010-01-17T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:26:28.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom! ...On Tuesday :D</title><content type='html'>Mom's birthday on Tuesday :D o-: OHSH-- No gift yet *headdesk* I hope we eat out for her birthday :D That would be awesome. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, camera USB, where are you? TT_TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-6534052508486224900?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6534052508486224900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=6534052508486224900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6534052508486224900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/6534052508486224900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-mom-on-tuesday-d.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom! ...On Tuesday :D'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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-5531898442482705864.post-3503585809703927247</id><published>2010-01-15T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:27:33.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environmentalist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sauce'/><title type='text'>PLEASE SAVE THE DOLPHINS :-(</title><content type='html'>Weese's stat was like:  "23,000 dolphins are being killed right now in Japan. Right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this, I was like, "No waaaay D-:" And I decided to talk to Weese XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: No wayyyyy D:&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: I watched a documentary&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: It's called "The Cove"&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: Every year, in Japan 23,000 dolphins are slaughtered from September to March&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: It's the one that Hayden Panettiere was trying to stop...&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: really? o-:&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: That's just sad TTATT&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: The entire sea was red&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: They stabbed the dolphin's spines with harpoons&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: Why do they slaughter dolphins? D-8&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: They capture them, and then they're sold for $150,000 dollars each for dolphin shows all over the world (EVERYONE goes there to buy their dolphins for shows).  Of the 50-ish that are captured each day, only one or two get sold. The rest are slaughtered and their meat is sold in the marketplace D-:&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: D-:&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: But they label the dolphin meat as whale meat because people don't eat dolphin meat because it's poisoned with mercury T-:&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: from pollution in factories&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: DDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: I know I hate animals but that's just too brutal and cruel D-8&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: And in dolphin shows, all the dolphins look happy, but really, they're very stressed. They have to drug the dolphins because they get ulcers because of how stressed they are.&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: I suddenly don't want to watch dolphin shows anymore D-:&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: This dolphin trainer, he had a dolphin and it committed suicide in his arms out of stress :&lt; It went up to shore from the water, looked him the eye, took one deep breath, and then he didn't take another. He just consciously stopped breathing D-: then he sank...&lt;br /&gt;April Ocampo: D-: Poor dolphins TAT&lt;br /&gt;Louise Sunico: The next day the dolphin trainer was arrested for breaking into a dolphin show place and trying to free the captive dolphins D-: That's how he reacted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTATT Do you still want to watch dolphin shows? Or eat "whale meat"? The poor creatures haven't even done anything to you but why is this happening to them? D: This madness has to stop D-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5531898442482705864-3503585809703927247?l=theaprildiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3503585809703927247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531898442482705864&amp;postID=3503585809703927247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3503585809703927247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531898442482705864/posts/default/3503585809703927247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaprildiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-save-dolphins.html' title='PLEASE SAVE THE DOLPHINS :-('/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139981791573559298</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>
